Day 2/366

"Occult!!  You've got to be kidding me!  Why in the world would the occult try to bring back a movie?  Unless it's that horrid Amityville nonsense!"  The sparks that flew from my aunt's green eyes could have started a small fire.

"No, Aunt Sophie," I giggled, "not Occult!  A cult!"

"And what is the difference?" she fired back, her nostrils flared and her cheeks rosy red.

A huge snort came from the other side of the breakfast nook table.  "And people say I'm the stupid sister," Aunt Millie chuckled.

"You said it again!" Roger announced with glee.  "Now, pay up!"  He shook his jar of change in Aunt Millie's face.

"Your mother needs to worry more about manners and less about stupid bad words," she intoned, glaring her own blue gaze at her greedy nephew.  His mouth opened and she quiekly mimicked, "You said it again!"

"I need the money for that new Xbox game that comes out in September," Roger whined, obviously not liking where this extortion was going.  "C'mon, Aunt Millie.  Pay up...please?"

"I'm still want to talk about this occult thing going on in our town," Aunt Sophie threw in, still staring daggers at me, her favorite niece.  At least, I was her favorite once upon a time.  "And what's a good girl like you doing hanging around with those demon worshippers?"

"I'm not--"

"What's this about demons and worship?" my mother asked as she came in the back door and noticed the chaos in her kitchen. 

"It's nothing, Mom," I assured her, trying to remain calm.  Having my aunts with us was a blessing, but sometimes I had to remind myself of that fact.  And this was one of those times.

"Nothing my Aunt Fannie!" Sophie shouted, which then prompted Roger to shake the jar in her face.

"Bad word!" he claimed quite happily.

"Really, Julia, you should be teaching this boy some good manners," Aunt Millie told my mom, a deep frown creasing her already wrinkled brow.

My mom removed the clip from her auburn hair and shook out her curls, then she moved toward the refrigerator for her after work Diet Pepsi indulgence.  "Could someone tell me what in the world is going on in this house?" I could hear her smile in her question, and a bit of tension seeped out of my shoulders.

Yes, this was why it was so good to have the aunts living with us.

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So, will Aunt Sophie have to call her minister to remove the influences of the evil one from her niece?  Will Roger get his money, or more than he bargained for?  And why is it so good that the aunts live with the family now?

Who knows?? LOL!

Creatively Yours,
Deena

All words are property of Deena Peterson and may not be used or copied without permission.

Welcome! Day 1/366

Hello, and welcome to my new adventure!  Last year my son committed to writing a bit of creativity every day, and he posted his musings under the hashtag #lifeisastory.  His talent is absolutely astonishing, and he has inspired me to attempt my own year long adventure in writing.

So welcome to My Life in Pages!  Each day I will be creating a bit of something: fiction, poetry, a lyric, or even an entire short story.  I will post my writing here on the blog, as well as on Facebook with the tag #mylifeinpages2016.

I hope you follow along.  I think this is going to be fun!  So, to start us off:

1/366

"I truly dislike when people fall in love with a horrid movie and try to bring it back into fashion," huffed Aunt Sophie. "What do that call that, anyway?"...

Aunt Millie snorted. "Stupid."

Roger pounced on her immediately. "You just said a bad word!" he shouted, racing off to find his swear jar.

"Stupid is not a bad word," Millie declared. "It's a matter of opinion, and in this case the correct one."
Sliding into the kitchen on his sock covered feet, he greedily shook the jar at his new favorite aunt. "You said it again! Gotta pay me double!"

Wrinkling her nose, she replied, "I wish your momma would spend more time on your manners than teaching you how to extort change from my meager means."

"You're not mean, Auntie. You just like the bad words more than anybody else I know." He flashed his crooked grin, and earned a mild chuckle.

Sophie shook the newspaper and muttered under her breath, "Somehow I doubt that."

Feeling the need to referee, I slid my feet into my worn slippers and padded out toward the kitchen, grabbing Aunt Millie's purse from her bedroom doorknob. "The term you want is cult following, Aunt Soph," I advised.

Her Sudoku book went flying as her startled gaze met mine.

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What could have shocked Aunt Sophie?  Want to find out?  Come back for more tomorrow!

Creatively Yours,

Deena

All writing is property of Deena Marie Peterson