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About The Town of Riverwolf Pass
Lost somewhere in the mountains of North Carolina, was the quaint town of Riverwolf Pass. It was a town developed in the late 1800's. The buildings were all built by hand. There was an old horse drawn cart in the front yard of the courthouse. The main street, King Street, was yet to be paved. It was a peculiar town that took certain people to live in it. The general store owner, Hiram, ran the place all on his own. He hadn't had an employee since his son graduated high school at nineteen and moved away. Even though he could afford to hire someone to work for him, he rather enjoys sweeping the floor himself twice every day.
Many would say the town was outdated in its ways. Though they might be right, the townspeople liked it and worked hard to keep it that way. People came and went in Riverwolf Pass, but not always by choice. Many a man had been run out of Riverwolf Pass by the townspeople. Why, one time, a young man by the name of Peter Tubb had been run out of town because he himself hired a team to pave the main street called King Street. But he sure got his revenge later. Boy! did the townspeople realize what bad could come when they ran Peter Tubb out of town. That was only one of the countless notable, nearly unbelievable, occurrences that had taken place in Riverwolf Pass.
When one entered that town, there was a welcome sign, just like any other place. The sign was hand painted and the lettering was quite large. One might have thought that the sign was old, seeing as it was made of wood and came apart at the edges with an odd discoloring. It had the look of a sign that, perhaps, just might have belonged to an old forgotten ghost town. However, one would be quite wrong if they thought Riverwolf Pass was merely a ghost town.
There was only one traffic light in Riverwolf Pass, and rarely did anyone pay much attention to it. It was a town where people would park on the street and step out of their cars to have a conversation with one another. Anybody passing through, would simply go around the two parked cars without thinking twice about it. Riverwolf Pass was a place where the people who lived in the town were important, and the people who lived up in the mountain and came to town once a week were hicks or just barely accepted. It was a town where the council meets once every two weeks to eat Mrs. Cramer's blueberry biscuits and accomplish petty things that are brought up once in a coons' age. However, it was a town, nevertheless, and once one moved to that town, if the people approved of them, they would not ever want to leave. They would be sure to fall in love with that town the moment you stepped foot into it. The only chance of escape one had was if they'd lived there as a child and has an adventurous soul. Then, it was said, that they may have had a slim chance of escaping the little town of Riverwolf Pass.
When you enter the sliding doors that attach to the library,
off to your right there is a bench, where almost always you can
find young Miss Victoria with her nose buried in a good ol’
classic book about war such as The Grapes of Wrath or The Red Badge of Courage. In addition, a little further beyond that is a
shelf of books that you can buy for only fifty cents, a wonderful
deal in this economy. Off to the left there are two doors that
remain shut at almost all times. Behind those doors was what the
people of Riverwolf Pass call the meeting room. That is where
the once every two weeks town council meetings are held. It is
also where all the library's events take place; the book club, the
teen activities, and other activities that the library puts on every
now and then.
When you enter the next two doors – the ones that actually
lead into the library - there is a check out desk to the left, where
the people are constantly smiling at you and always in a good
mood. To the right there are computers and a reference desk. In
between the reference desk and the checkout counter there are
shelves of music, audio books and DVDs that you can check out.
Lying just beyond those shelves is the children’s services desk.
That is where one finds the best and most friendly librarians. They are the librarians who help the children find books, organize
story time and other such events, and are always well read in
young adult fiction and will always recommend a good read.
To the left of the library there is a general store where the
men go for all their hardware needs, the women for their clothes
and shoes, and the children for the 25-cent peppermint sticks.
Lying just ahead of the general store is the grocery store, with a
total of three employees and an owner. The store is barely bigger than a gas station. There is the town church off to the left of the
grocery store where the entire town gathers in on a Sunday, and at
least half the town on Wednesday night. They will all be listening
to Preacher Nelsen babble on for three hours on Sunday, and only
two on Wednesday night. After all, the children have to get to
school on Thursday. So therefore, church is from seven to nine
on Wednesday.
All the children under the age of twelve are in bed before
or by nine-thirty on school nights, and ten on weekends. There is
no need for a school bus, so there isn’t one. The children walk to
the school that juts out beside the church and grades K-8 are in
the same school under Principal Mary Jane’s watchful eye. The
kids who go to the high school arrive to school in the very same
fashion. On the way home from school, the children go to the
post office right next to the elementary school and pick up the
mail for their parents.
Next to the post office there are two gas stations that are
owned locally and are anything but rivals. These are the only two
gas stations in thirty miles in any direction.
There are few restaurants in Riverwolf Pass, three to be
exact. One is a pizza parlor, ZZ's Pub, where the teens hang out every day after school and all day on the weekends, a southern cookin’ and BBQ restaurant where families go to eat dinner together at least once a week. There is a McDonalds where people will stop and have lunch at occasionally. And a sandwich/coffee shop where the writers go to write.
A video rental is near the one and only stoplight in
Riverwolf Pass. The police and fire station connect and are not
far behind the video rental, and that is about all there is to
Riverwolf Pass. The nearest mall is sixty miles away, and the
university is a hundred miles away. Although, despite the fact
that there are other conveniences and small towns not too terribly far away, no one much leaves Riverwolf Pass. For they find
everything they need is right there, in that town. The crime rate is
less than one percent so no one even bothers to lock his or her car
doors when they stop for their groceries or park in their
driveways.
Once you are there, if the townspeople approve of you,
you are there for good.
About the Author
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Kya Aliana is a teenage novelist. Writing is her passion. She loves writing books for people in their late teens through late twenties, and anyone else who loves a good story. She is always in the process of writing and revising several novels. She lives in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina.
Visit her website: KyaAliana.com
A shout out to the Watauga County Library! Without the wonderful kid and teen programs and events, the great selection of books, and all the magnificent people who work there - especially at the Children's Desk - I would not have half the amount of courage, inspiration or ambition to write as I do now!
Eternal Thanks!
/> Acknowledgments:
I have so many people to thank for making this book possible to write. I would like to start by thanking all my grandparents for believing in me.
I want to thank my daddy for always being there for me and constantly helping me with ideas for my books. So many times we have sat in the kitchen talking about my current books, my future works of art, and really cool places, characters, and experiences to write about. My dad truly believes in me and I don't think I would be able to write the novels I do if he wasn't the great dad that he is!!!!!
Thank you to my mom for always talking to me about my books and helping me when I am stuck with the storyline!! Not to mention being my wonderful English teacher!! Without you, I wouldn't even know how to write a sentence much less a novel! You inspire me so much!! Again, thank you!
My sister deserves a humble thank you for all the time she spends listening to me talk about my novels, for all the times she’s thrown out the most amazing ideas on what to write when I needed it the most, and offering to help out with the cover art. She also helped a lot with the revisions of this book! That helped more than she knows. Without her input, this book would NOT be as good as it is now! Thank you so much, Lexi!
A special thanks for my brother who is and always will be my very best critic. He has no idea how much he’s helped me develop the perfect book just by saying “Oh yeah, sure, that’s realistic” in a sarcastic way.
An incredibly special and heartfelt thank you goes out to my true love, Zariel, for always having confidence in me, having no doubt in his mind that I will write a novel in a month, and being supportive of me and my writing all the time, listening to my novel ideas and progress every day. That really does mean more than you know.
A great thanks to my Aunt Patty for the many, many hours she has spent reading and helping me edit and revise my books! It means so much to me that she is willing to spend her evenings reading my latest works. She really helps me to make them exactly what I want them to be.
A major thanks to Owen Gray! Owen, you helped me so much you have no idea! Sitting there at the library for three hours talking with you about my book helped me to really see what I feel needed to be changed! I honestly can't thank you enough for your interest in my book and the time you spent proof-reading it! You really helped explain to me how to fix certain things that I already saw and felt needed to be changed plus a few more I didn't quite think about! You really helped this book become what it is now and for that, I can't thank you enough!
A thanks to Dr. Chris Jolly who always makes me think about my writing in a way that is different from how other people make me think about it. You help me to make my writing the very best it can possibly be. I don't know where I would be in my writing world if I didn't have your great critique.
A bojangus thanks to Isaac Theo for always boosting my ego to the up-most extent and making me feel like I write incredibly amazing fiction that people will enjoy for centuries to come! You've helped to give me the confidence to complete my novels and pursue getting them published.
A very special thanks to Simon, Devon and Nicolas from the Watauga County Library's teen book club. You all really helped me make this story what it is now. Thanks for reading my book and giving me purely honest feedback! That really means a lot and helped me more than you know.
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