'Beneath the Known' Part 1I waited. Waited for a sign, a smidge of inspiration. Nothing. All that came to mind was the peace of my oddly beautiful surroundings. Mary Shelley's weathered gray tomb, a fresh bouquet of white lilies and blood red roses, and chilling fog eerily replacing the setting English sun. I lifted my relative's aged journal and held it close,'Beneath the Known' Part 1 by MysticRapunzel
"What was I thinking Mary?" I whispered to my ancestors' final resting place, glancing periodically at my own empty notebook, "I'll never come up with anything".
All of a sudden large hands clamped onto my shoulders and I jumped in surprise.
"Ha haaa! Scared ya, didn't I, Rosy Nat?"
"Levi Caleb Archer, you are so dead!" Playfully I turned and smacked my older brother with my notebook. "And that stupid pet name!" Only to annoy me he combines half my first and middle together, always has. He just laughed, green-blue eyes shining brightly, "I guess it's a good thing we're in a gra