March 10, 2014
The house began to tremble, increasing in intensity. Derek grabbed hold of the wainscoting. The tiffany glass rattled--picturesque pink roses with green trailing vines. When it stopped he stood still for as long as it took for him to calm his nerves. But he wasn't standing completely still, he told himself, becoming aware of his hands incessantly combing themselves through his hair. Stand still, he told himself, as he breathed. Eventually his pulse slowed, and he could here the gentle ticking of the miniature grandfather clock. When all seemed alright, a window burst pixie fragments onto the oak floor.