This is week two of the blogfest and we are writing a story chain! The part before mine is here: http://www.andrea-mack.blogspot.com/ These are the requirements for my part of the story:
Fill us in on some back story if you could, but try to weave it in instead of just telling us.
Your words are: scrumptious, bed, grass
Dio scrambled to close the book. It had already consumed most of her childhood. Maybe she didn't need it this time . . . Memories of past diastrous events with the book nagged at her. She shoved the book back on the shelf and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. She fell down on her bed, feeling its softness and enjoying the moment. The breeze blew in, bringing with it the scent of grass. For a moment she was overtaken by nostalgia of a simpler childhood, before the book. Her childhood had been rather happy, cheerful even, despite her odd name. Summers had been full of scrumptious popsicles and days at the beach, winters full of hot chocolate and snow days. It had all changed when she had stumbled upon the book one day. Dio cringed at the memory of the day. She had found it one day when she was seven. She had been poking through her dad's bookcase and it had fallen open to a blank page. The scent of rotten eggs had been so strong that she could smell it even now.
That's all! Please check out Writing with Shelly for the next part! http://writingwithshelly.blogspot.com/