Writing Sample: Arrival Post
She's had trouble with her visions before, but this one was particularly stubborn. June 14, 2011. Go to Baedal. Get a room at the Valhalla Inn.
She couldn't find anything on Baedal anywhere, save it being a Korean surname, no matter how many times she Googled it over the years. Was she supposed to meet a person with that name? The Valhalla Inn she thought she had figured out--it was a hotel in Toronto--but then it closed two years short of when she was meant to take a room.
Here it was, the morning of the appointed day, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do. Ava sighed, splaying her right hand across her forehead and massaging her temples with her thumb and middle finger.
Maybe the answer would present itself sometime during the day. It was all she could hope for. She left her room and headed down the stairs to gather her things for work.
Suddenly there was a green door blocking her path. She turned and saw a green wall behind her, three more holding her in a room. The words DON'T PANIC were carved into the floor, and a thick spiral notebook with a brochure atop it sat on a low table beside the door. And in her hand was a cell phone she'd never seen before.
She picked up the brochure and began to read.
Congratulations are in order. Since being Chosen you are about to take the first step to be part of the Wonderous Citizenship of Baedal.
...Oh. Well. That explained that.
She couldn't find anything on Baedal anywhere, save it being a Korean surname, no matter how many times she Googled it over the years. Was she supposed to meet a person with that name? The Valhalla Inn she thought she had figured out--it was a hotel in Toronto--but then it closed two years short of when she was meant to take a room.
Here it was, the morning of the appointed day, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do. Ava sighed, splaying her right hand across her forehead and massaging her temples with her thumb and middle finger.
Maybe the answer would present itself sometime during the day. It was all she could hope for. She left her room and headed down the stairs to gather her things for work.
Suddenly there was a green door blocking her path. She turned and saw a green wall behind her, three more holding her in a room. The words DON'T PANIC were carved into the floor, and a thick spiral notebook with a brochure atop it sat on a low table beside the door. And in her hand was a cell phone she'd never seen before.
She picked up the brochure and began to read.
Congratulations are in order. Since being Chosen you are about to take the first step to be part of the Wonderous Citizenship of Baedal.
...Oh. Well. That explained that.