Thursday, October 27, 2016

Terror in the Tropics!


Calling pirates, explorers, and spooky ghost hunters! Bish Denham, author of The Bowl and the Stone, is here to tell us a frightening tale from the Caribbean.

"Thanks for letting me hang out on your blog, Fairday! Today we’re going to explore Annaberg which plays a small but important roll in my story, The Bowl and the Stone: A Haunting Tale from the Virgin Islands." ~ Bish Denham




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St. John, in what is now the U.S. Virgin Islands, was first settled (colonized) by Denmark in 1717. St. Thomas had been settled in 1671. The Dutch were the first to settle St. Croix in 1642.

By 1728, just ten years after being settled, there were 87 plantations on the island. Annaberg, one of the largest plantations, was under cultivation by 1731. During the 1800s it became one of St. John’s largest sugar producers.


This picture was taken some time after 1933. The windmill was added between 1820-1830, prior to that a horse mill was used. You can just see the curved wall of the horse mill at the far left. All the buildings were built with the sweat and toil of slave labor.



In the 1950s, a family lived in the windmill. It had a roof and a wooden second floor built into it.


This is the factory building where the cane juice was boiled down to make molasses, sugar, and rum. Imagine the hillsides terraced and cultivated and being maintained by slaves. The wall on the right is part of the horse mill.


Only one of the large iron vats used for boiling the juice is left, as can be seen in the center of this picture.


This is where the fires were stoked under the iron vats. Imagine, in the heat of a tropical summer, having to work the fires all day long.

One of the things that brings a human face to the suffering, are these etchings of the walls of the dungeon. A real person, imprisoned for some offence, perhaps took a rock and scratched these drawings into the plaster. This one shows Annaberg as it once looked. There were second stories, made of wood. This one, harder to see, is of a sailing ship.


In my novel, The Bowl and the Stone, Sam and her best friend Nick, find a new etching which mysteriously disappears.

Here's excerpt from the book...
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Nick and I study the drawings. It’s strange and eerie in the room. There’s the lingering sense of the breathing and heartbeats of slaves who had been locked away. The air is heavy with sorrow. We talk in whispers as if we’re in a church or library. I’m afraid, as if I’m about to disturb a sleeping monster.

Nick is studying other parts of the wall when I notice a bunch of scratches near the floor, in the darkest corner of the tiny room.

“Hey, Nick, come take a look at this.”

He squats down next to me.

Etched into the wall is a drawing.

“I’ve never seen this before,” I say.

“What is it?”

“A lot of people lying on the ground all lined up in rows.”

“Looky here.” Nick points. Bending over one of the bodies is the figure of a person carrying a bowl. “These drawings aren’t like the others. It’s not as detailed and the scratches are fresh. The plaster is white where it’s been scraped away. In the old drawings the lines are dark.”

The drawing is about a foot long and three to four inches tall. The people are nothing more than stick figures.

“What do you think it means?”

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About the Author
Bish Denham, whose mother’s side of the family has been in the Caribbean for over one hundred years, was raised in the U. S. Virgin Islands. She still has lots of family living there whom she visits regularly.

She says, “Growing up in the islands was like living inside a history book. Columbus named the islands, Sir Francis Drake sailed through the area, and Alexander Hamilton was raised on St. Croix. The ruins of hundreds of sugar plantations, built with the sweat and blood of slave labor, litter the islands. Then there were the pirates who plied the waters. It is within this atmosphere of wonder and mystery, that I grew up. Life for me was magical, and through my writing I hope to pass on some of that magic.”

The Bowl and the Stone: A Haunting Tale from the Virgin Islands, is her third book and second novel. You can find Anansi and Company: Retold Jamaican Tales and A Lizard’s Tail, at Amazon.com.

To learn more about Bish, you can visit her blog, Random Thoughts

 
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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Answer to Monday's Riddle: Frightful Characters!

The characters are out to scare this week!
Excellent guessing, Riddlers. Ready for some thrills? Ferry Blackwell's a Halloween character that's sure to curl your toes. Read his bone-chilling tale below if you're in the mood for a good scare. It's going to be a terror-iffic week, so keep your wits and stay tuned! ; ) ~ F

A frightful bunch we may be, soon we'll come to play with thee. We're made to scare, that's the deal. Fear is what we like to feel. A knock at the door, no one's there; hair-raising screams, vacant stares. Fingers and toes curled up tight, hide them well on this dark night. The moon reveals things unseen, shadows creep onto the scene. Who do you love to dread? Not flesh and bone, but in your head. 

What am I referring to?  
Answer: Halloween Characters/ Trick-Or-Treaters! 

Are you a Trick-Or Reater?
Don't forget to check out the goodies at Trick-Or- Reaters! We'll be swapping scary stories on Friday at the character costume party. Don't miss out on the spooky jokes, riddles, and stories available for FREE on the site. Share the fun with your friends by dropping them a secret note on Halloween. Sweets and stories, what could be more fun?














 FERRY BLACKWELL STRIKES AGAIN!


“No way!” Georgie exclaimed. “Mom told you to stop making up stories.”
      “It's true. I saw Ferry Blackwell,” Macy said. “He had a head like a melon.”
      “You did not. Get your stuff and let’s go. We’re gonna be late.” Georgie walked out the door, and Macy followed, wishing her big brother would believe her this time. She did like to make up stories and their mom had asked her to knock it off, but this wasn’t a story. She had spotted Ferry Blackwell, she was sure of it.

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Shifting from one foot to the other, Macy stared down the school driveway. All the buses had left; everyone was gone. Georgie was late. She had tried to call him on her cell phone, but there was no answer. Her mom was at work, but Macy knew interrupting her would guarantee a whole evening of arguing. Slipping the phone into her back pocket, she decided to walk home. 
As the pavement twisted and turned she found herself thinking about Ferry Blackwell again. Last week she had started reading a book about the history of her town, Devilsville. It hadn’t been very interesting, except for one phrase, which was handwritten on page thirty-three. It said: In the woods of Devilsville, you’re sure to find a gory thrill. When the bakerman wants to eat, hide your hands and cover your feet. With a head melon-sized and fire burning in his eyes, he’ll harvest your fingers and your toes, then hide the rest so no one knows. Murdered by an angry town, he swore revenge when they shot him down. So watch your children, but never tell- if Ferry Blackwell comes back from hell. 
Macy knew the words by heart. She had looked through a few other books, but found nothing else about Ferry Blackwell. Then, the other day, she saw him. There had been an odd rustling behind the bushes in her backyard, and when she went over to investigate, someone was there. It looked like a man, but with a huge head. He had flashed a mad, toothy grin at her, and then disappeared. Her mother had come running out when she heard Macy’s rants of terror.
 “Macy! What did I tell you about scaring people with your stories?” her mother had yelled. Macy knew that no one was ever going to believe her, and why should they? After all, she did have a long history of making things up, which had opened more than one can of worms for her parents to deal with. Things like, Ginny Wader, in the third grade, refusing to touch door handles ever again or Georgie wearing a helmet wherever he went for a year. The list was long, she mused. Her thoughts were suddenly cut short. Just ahead, at the bottom of the hill, a school bus was stopped in the middle of the road. Macy cautiously walked up to it and climbed the steps. Other than the backpacks strewn about on the seats it appeared empty.
“Hello?” she asked quietly. “Is anyone here?” Macy slowly made her way down the aisle. Midway, something caught her eye and when she turned to get a closer look, her mouth dropped open in horror. On the seat to her left was a bloody pile of shoes and socks, and what looked like fingernails tossed into the gruesome heap.
          BANG! Something hit the side of the bus. “What was that?” she whispered. BANG! Again, the bus shook and teetered. Macy reacted fast. She ran up the aisle and grabbed the door handle. Just as it was about to latch, long fingers pried it back open. Two red, veined eyes zeroed in on their target. Terror forced the air out of her lungs, and she screamed.


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CONTINUE READING... 
(Catch the exclusive interview with Ferry Blackwell at the end) 


Want to keep the story on hand for thrills? 
Ferry Blackwell Strikes Again is published by Macabre Maine in this cool LOVECRAFT ME anthology. Check it out on Amazon! But, beware, Mwahahaha...  





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Monday, October 24, 2016

Monday's Riddle: Gruesome Guests...

Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme? Some favorites will be haunting the Begonia House. Be ready for thrills and chills this week! ~ F

A frightful bunch we may be, soon we'll come to play with thee. We're made to scare, that's the deal. Fear is what we like to feel. A knock at the door, no one's there; hair-raising screams, vacant stares. Fingers and toes curled up tight, hide them well on this dark night. The moon reveals things unseen, shadows creep onto the scene. Who do you love to dread? Not flesh and bone, but in your head. 

What am I referring to?  
(Stop by Wednesday for the tricky answer and some treats ;)

I gave you a clue!
If you're in the mood for another spooky clue, CLICK HERE, but beware...

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Friday, October 21, 2016

What Secrets Does the Graveyard Hold?

Emma lives with her brother and her grandmother over the family cafe. Their restaurant is known for its Boneyard Brew, a specialty hot chocolate, which makes folks feel better whenever they have it. Their café is right up against an old cemetery, which has more to it than meets the eye. Emma knows the graveyard pretty well since she gives tours of it all summer long. Emma always tries to look on the bright side of things, even if it's not that easy when she has “the big empty”. She's hoping to have “the dream of her ancestors”, her destiny dream, at any time now. All the women in her family have had it, and they've gone on to do great and magnificent things. When Emma finds out that her grandmother, Blue, is going to have to sell the café to a developer she is determined to do whatever she can to keep it in her family. When she has her destiny dream she knows what she has to do to save the café. But will she be able to do it? Is the risk to great? Will she and her friends be able to find the answer in time? You'll have to hunt down the answer with them!

I was excited to read The Key to Extraordinary by Natalie Lloyd and was not disappointed! Her writing continues to be beautiful and touching. I love the characters because they are each unique and I was able to relate to them. The names used in the book are memorable. I like the tale of friendship and standing up to bullies that was prevalent. I also like the idea of our destiny and that we can fulfill it many different ways. I would love to visit Blackbird Hollow, where Emma and her family live. It sounds like the most wonderful place. The cemetery seems to be an interesting spot to learn more about too! I recommend this book to kids in third grade and up who like realistic fiction mixed with magical elements. Having hope and believing anything is possible are two keys to being extraordinary.  

Has anyone else read The Key to Extraordinary? Or have you read another book by Natalie Lloyd? We'd love to hear your thoughts!

Check out our interview with Natalie Lloyd!

Happy Reading!
~L

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Answer to Monday's Riddle: A Final Plot...

Can anyone guess what book this picture references?

Excellent guessing, Riddlers! Friday, you'll really dig Lizzy's book review, so stay tuned! See you all around the book block.  ; ) ~ F

Looking for a space to rent? Here's a place that's heaven sent. With room for one, it's nice and cozy. Very quiet, and no one's nosy. Stunning views all around; the open house is underground. A spot in which to rest your bones, you'll call this plot your final home! 

What am I referring to? Answer: Graveyard. 


Fairday's Riddles: Volume I 
Make time to riddle and rhyme!

62 original riddles and illustrations
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Monday, October 17, 2016

Monday's Riddle: Dig That Space...

Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme this week? I hear they're dying to get in. he, he. ; ) ~ F

Looking for a space to rent? Here's a place that's heaven sent. With room for one, it's nice and cozy. Very quiet, and no one's nosy. Stunning views all around; the open house is underground. A spot in which to rest your bones, you'll call this plot your final home! 

What am I referring to? Stop by Wednesdays for the answer.

I gave you a clue!

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