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Exposition

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He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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Exposition

Inciting incident

Rising action

Rising action

Rising action

Climax

He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectaclesand a lavish smile."Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door."Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"

"I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?""We said no questions, boy. We agreed.""Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry.""Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . ""I'd like that.""I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch."I understand."The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.

"Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection.""I don't see a gate," Harvey said."That's because there isn't one.""So how do we get in?"


"My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy."Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said."That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?"Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.

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  • Exposition
  • Inciting incident
  • Rising action
  • He looked harmless enough. He was no more than six inches taller than Harvey, his frame scrawny, his skin distinctly yellowish in color. He was wearing a fancy suit, a pair of spectacles and a lavish smile. "Who are you?" Harvey demanded, wondering how he could get past this interloper to the door. "Don't be nervous," the man replied, teasing off one of his suede gloves, taking Harvey's hand and shaking it. "My name's Rictus. You are Harvey Swick, aren't you?"
  • Rising action
  • "I know a place where the days are always sunny," he said, "and the nights are full of wonders."Could you take me there?" "We said no questions, boy. We agreed." "Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry." "Being a forgiving sort, I'll forget you spoke, and I'll tell you this: If you want me to inquire on your behalf, I'll see if they've got room for another guest . " "I'd like that." "I'm not guaranteeing anything," Rictus said, opening the latch. "I understand." The wind gusted suddenly, and blew the window wide. The light began to swing wildly.
  • Rising action
  • "Well, there's a woman waiting for you in the House called Mrs. Griffin, arid let me tell you, she is the greatest cook in all of America land. I swear, on my tailor's grave. Anything you can dream of eating, she can cook. All you have to do is ask. Her deviled eggs" He. smacked his lips. "Perfection." "I don't see a gate," Harvey said. "That's because there isn't one." "So how do we get in?"
  • Climax
  • "My name is Jive, " he said, stepping out of the early evening murk at the top of the stairs. Every muscle in his body seemed to be in motion: tics, jigs and jitterings that had wasted him away until he barely cast a shadow. Even his hair, which was a mass of oiled curls, seemed to hear some crazed rhythm. It writhed on his scalp in a knotted frenzy. "Brother Rictus sent me along to see how you're doin'," he said, his tones succulent"It has to be something he'll never think of," Harvey said. "That shouldn't be difficult," said Jive. "Tell me, what's your favorite monster?" Harvey didn't have to think hard about that. "A vampire," he said with a grin.
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