The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 29

The scent of vanilla invaded Clara’s mind, and brought her right back to her mother’s kitchen. She imagined herself running down the steps, making sure to skip over the squeaky one, to find herself face-to-face with some sugary treat that her mother was baking. 

Why are you up?” Theresa asked. 

Clara would always slow down at this point, hoping that her sisters would sleep a while longer.

Do I smell vanilla?” Clara would always answer.

A surreal and vibrant cinematic photograph of a young girl, approximately eight years old, with unruly brown hair cascading down her back and piercing grey eyes that sparkle with curiosity, running with reckless abandon down the worn, creaky wooden stairs, her small feet pattering against the wooden steps, as she hurtles towards the warm, inviting kitchen, set against the rustic backdrop of a simple country home in 1890s rural Canada, with exposed wooden beams, antique furnishings, and old-fashioned lanterns, evoking a sense of nostalgia and timelessness, captured in a photorealistic style with a subtle film grain, as if plucked from a forgotten reel of cinematic history, with a color palette that bursts with vibrant hues of golden sunlight, warm woods, and soft pastels, yet still maintains an air of mystery and wonder.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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