Storyteller's Bed and Breakfast

By Xavier P. Otter III

What has ‘Reality’ TV done for you lately? Why not put your imagination to work for you in this interactive ‘Reality’ book series. Enter the Storyteller’s Bed and Breakfast and be transformed forever.

Welcome to the Storyteller’s Bed and Breakfast - Pilot Episode. On a small island in an undisclosed location off the coast of the southern shores of North America, a beautiful turn of the century home has been converted into a bed and breakfast. The establishment is run by an eccentric, well-aged southern gentleman, Joshua Raintree along with his merry band of misfits. The house and grounds are characters that change like an evolving puzzle with each tale told. House will select something from each story told that she will add to her menagerie. These additions will come back from time to time to either brighten Joshua’s day or to create chaos that he and his staff must set right again.

Join us and our new guests each season, individual episodes will allow one of the guests to tell their story in a different room within House. These “special” rooms will adapt to tell the stories in the most magical way possible. As these tales come to life they may win the storyteller, their weeks stay for free or they may leave them lost in the walls of this magical place, forever...

• Language: English
• Publisher: JW Scott
• Release date: Aug 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9780990741701

Book preview

Chapter One - Introduction to the Storyteller’s Bed and Breakfast

Joshua Raintree stood at the dock looking back at his bed and breakfast; it was doing its best to suppress the swamp that was attempting to reclaim the land it had ruled without opposition. He was trying to determine what he should tackle first. Spring clean-up was always a big deal, mainly because he was so damn picky. This year he would be getting help, his oldest and best friends would be joining him, Kharon had taken the boat to pick them up a couple hours ago.

Joshua. Molly called from the open screen door.

Yes Molly? he asked.

You should start with your goats! Cookie yelled through the window in the kitchen.

Yes Molly? he asked again ignoring Cookie’s comment.

Actually Cookie is right you haven’t cleaned the cage since the last rain. Molly said and walked back inside.

Of course, Cookie is always right. But the rain only stopped 15 minutes ago. He muttered to himself. I was innocently thinking to myself and both of them jump in with answers. He said kicking a stone on the walk.

It’s not polite to mutter and it’s bad for the digestion to kick rocks into the goats cage. Cookie said from a window on the second floor.

When Joshua got to the goat’s hutch they were all on the roof. Really? It just stopped raining!

Naaa. The smallest goat said.

Of course your roof leaks, you climb on it with those hooves. Joshua replied.

Na Naaaaaa? the same goat asked.

No, I won’t get you sneakers. There are perfectly nice boulders in your pen for you to stand on.

It hurts their hooves. Cookies said from inside the goats’ hutch.

Naa NNNa. The largest of the goats said.

Of course she is. Cookie’s always right. Joshua said.

And don’t forget it, Sweet Tea on the shelf in here.

Thanks. He said opening the beautifully crafted door and stepping into the contained area. The goats all ignored him now. He cleaned the small piles, emptied the water and rinsed away the grunge from the watering container, then he re-filled it. I do appreciate you not eating this watering can like you did the last one.

NNNnnAna! all the goats said looking at the smallest goat, who looked down ashamed. Joshua started to head into the hutch looking at the cowed goat, chuckling to himself. As he started to cross the little bridge into the habitat, all the goats started going nuts. N N AAA!!!

Chapter Two – Did You Just Fall for That?

From the corner of his eye he saw a flash of silver, flt-flt-flt-flt and a bloink sound as the silver coin landed in the water beside the bridge. You’re welcome! Cookie’s voice yelled from the kitchen window at the front of the house.

Heck of a shot. Joshua said opening the hutch.

Na. The smallest goat chided Joshua.

Your right. Joshua said looking at the little head hanging over the ledge. Thank you Cookie. He said raising his voice so she could hear him.

After the pen was clean enough for the goats to come off the roof Joshua returned to the house to clean up and get ready for the guests. You know they won’t be here for another hour, you can tidy that beach area. Molly said not allowing the screen door to open.

I put the goats out there to clean it up.

And if the Narwhal comes back? Molly asked. Without a moment of hesitation he heads to the beach.

Did he really just fall for that? Cookie asked from the Lodge room.

Quiet he may hear you. He has an irrational fear of narwhals. Molly laughed.

At least our friends will come home to an amazing looking beach. Cookie joined in the laughing.

Any sign of the narwhal? Joshua asked his goats as he stooped to pick up the trash on the beach.

NnA Naan. The smallest goat said.

Really? I can’t believe I fell for that. Joshua said looking back at the B&B.

Naan. The largest goat said, with a sarcastic edge to it.

Yeah, again! Joshua said. They’re just so creepy looking with that spear thing. He stood up when his trash bag was full of debris, his khaki paints so dirty the crease had fallen out. Back to the cage girls, thanks for your help.

Chapter Three – Arrival

Walking out the screen door Joshua placed his straw boater hat on and he followed Molly down the hill to greet their guests. The boat, which was drifting back up to the dock, had a crude illustration of a black short sleeved shirt with the word ‘Tea-Shirt’ in white on it. Kharon, welcome back, fair seas? Joshua asked.

Yes but you wouldn’t know from… the boatman said giving an indication to Snow and KJ’s green faces. Can you toss this out for me? Kharon said throwing an empty water bottle to Joshua.

Judas! Molly said waving vigorously from the beach.

Miss Molly, he said helping his daughter off the boat. Aubrey, go to Molly, I will be right up.

Judas can you help Peter off as well? Jealousy said with her hands full of bags, AJ… AJ! J had to touch his shoulder to get him to take his headphones off. AJ, can you grab your bag. Actually can you handle all three? J asked her middle child.

Mom… I’m not a baby. AJ said showing his embarrassment at the question. He grabbed the bag from next to his older sister and his little brother and then left the boat.

"KJ sweetheart, let’s get you on dry-ground. She bent over helping the very wet-noodle to her feet.

I’m fine mom. KJ whispered.

Just because you’re an adult now doesn’t mean I can’t help you. She said in her daughter’s ear. Peter, you need to stop poking your dad. She said, turning to her