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FIRST chapter from 2nd book in Paradox Child series
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you are the first on to write something in this group
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i am going to put a questions and answers discussion up here , please fire away with any questions you have.
hugs jane
Wow! Great writing, captured my attention NOW I want the next chapter!
Liked this: "She pulled all of Maggie’s covers and sheets of the bed, she took each one in turn and shook them in the air, chanting in Latin and placed them back on the bed. When each cover hit the bed they appeared to be clean and ironed."
Very visual chapter, least it was to me. I like visual AND anticipating the next installment!
Liked this: "She pulled all of Maggie’s covers and sheets of the bed, she took each one in turn and shook them in the air, chanting in Latin and placed them back on the bed. When each cover hit the bed they appeared to be clean and ironed."
Very visual chapter, least it was to me. I like visual AND anticipating the next installment!
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I guess i am quite a visual person. i am a painter. here is a link to my art.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/67636585...
it quite brite. hugs jane
A lovely few paragraphs Jane. Far less dark and ominous as you had warned me of. I can't wait for more!
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How can you think that you are worthless? Look at how much joy you are bringing the readers :D :D
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J. wrote: "Hi Mal, thanks for the comment. I made that spell up as my youngest Emily always said that she loved the way her gran ironed the sheets. i could never get the hang of ironing, so wished there was a..."
I could never iron my sheets, I struggle with blouses! Ugh!
BEAUTIFUL art Jane!!! Thank you for sharing
I could never iron my sheets, I struggle with blouses! Ugh!
BEAUTIFUL art Jane!!! Thank you for sharing
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Chapter 1
The Boat
The purplish-blue coloured fog swirled around Maggie; she held her breath, her heart was beating hard and she had a tight clenching feeling in her chest; she could hear voices behind her, but it took her a while to realise that she was back on board the Puffin. The little boat pitched unevenly in the water; above her head roared a high spinning cloud, twisting violently and making an eerie screaming noise. Maggie let out a cry and ducked down. On the left of her she could see her father being ripped up by the cloud and thrown into the water, she held onto the rail of the boat, the waves washing over her, she did her best to steady herself; she was tossed from side to side as the sea was so rough. Jim was already in the water and his mother was reaching down in desperation trying to grab him.
‘MUM,’ Maggie screamed as she made her way towards the end of the boat jerkily. Jack was coming the other way towards the stern and passed right through Maggie who fragmented into small black pieces of dark shadow and then reformed on the other side. Maggie caught her breath and turned to see where Jack was going, he was heading towards Lilly and a copy of herself and he grabbed hold of them both and told them to watch each other and to hold on to a piece of rope that he tied to the steering wheel.
He came back towards Maggie and again passed through her; she turned briefly into dark pieces of shadow, reforming again once he had passed.
The boat rocked harder and the purplish-blue fog had become much thicker, Maggie could not see her mother and Jack until she had reached the end of the boat. She looked up at the swirling cloud above her and as she did so her long hair was caught hold by it twisted into the air; she held on to the side of the boat and called to her mother. ‘MUM,’ she called in desperation. Penny did not appear to hear her, then, SPLASH, Jack jumped into the water, ‘NO!’ cried Penny, reaching down trying her best to grab the boys.
Maggie looked up the air. The swirling cloud was right above her now, she could see faces forming in it and long thin smoky hands reaching down towards them. Holding her breath Maggie made a last ditch effort to get over to her mum and grabbed hold of her, but just as she did her mother was taken up by the wind. Maggie looked down and the hands appeared to be lifting the others out of the water, they were all being carried high at an incredible speed into the air. Below her Maggie could see the small fishing boat, bobbing fiercely about in the water. She could see a dome of coloured light encircling the other Maggie and Lilly. She screamed down to Lilly but she could not be heard. Maggie felt that she was being dragged higher and higher and travelling at a tremendous speed, the noise of the wind was almost unbearable.
She felt two hands grab her and heard a soft voice. ‘Maggie, Maggie, wake up you're having a nightmare.’ It was Lilly. Maggie sat up. It took her a while for her to orientate herself.
‘Oh Lilly, it was horrible. I was back aboard the Puffin, my parents and Jim and Jack were there. A strange purplish-blue fog was surrounding us and I was calling out to my mum but she couldn't hear me.’ Maggie sobbed. Lilly cuddled Maggie and Rose came into the bedroom. ‘What’s up?’ she asked, ‘It’s four in the morning.’
‘Maggie’s had a bad dream about the boating accident.’
Rose went across the bedroom and opened the window, cool air came into the room and swept across the room, she sat down on the bed. ‘Tell me about it, Maggie.’
Maggie sat up and said, ‘I was on the Puffin but I could see a copy of myself. My other self was at the front of the boat with Lilly. The dream was the same as how the accident happened apart from the others were not washed deep into the sea, they were pulled up into the spiral cloud by hundreds of wispy hands that were reaching down from inside the cloud. It was tremendously noisy and I was also carried high into the air when the others were scooped up. There was also a purplish-blue fog.’ Maggie said and started cry.
Rose stood up, she walked over closer to Maggie and rested her hand on her shoulder. ‘There, there,’ she said, ‘sometimes our dreams are our mind’s way of trying to fix the things that are wrong; to try and comfort us. You did want your family to be rescued, that’s understandable. The hands reaching down from the cloud in your dream were like angels sent by God, stopping them from drowning and carrying them away to safety. The purplish-blue coloured fog was comforting you, surrounding you in a safe wrapping from danger.’
Maggie stopped crying briefly, ‘But it seemed so real, I really felt like I was back on the boat.’ She sobbed again.
‘It will be all right,’ Rose added. ‘Next time you’re in the dream, try and talk to your mum and dad and tell them all the things you need to say. When people are taken away from us in this life unexpectedly, so much is left unsaid that we need to tell them to gain peace. Remember that while you are in the purplish-blue clouded fog you are safe, nothing can harm you, tell them your goodbyes.’
‘I dream about Iris, Lilly’s gran, all the time. As you know she died that day also. In my dream we're always chatting in a beautiful white garden, the sun is shining and there are marble coloured butterflies. The dream feels so real I can smell the flowers.’
Maggie stopped crying, she suddenly felt much better and overwhelmingly tired. ‘I think I can go back to sleep now,’ she said.
Rose said, ‘First let me get rid of the negative energy in the bedroom. Nightmares always leave negative energy in the room they're made in.’
She pulled all of Maggie’s covers and sheets off the bed, she took each one in turn and shook them in the air, chanting in Latin and placed them back on the bed. When each cover hit the bed they appeared to be clean and ironed. Then Rose walked over to the window and shut it. She took a small bottle of lavender essential oil out of her pocket and sprinkled a few drops onto Maggie’s pillow and also Lilly’s.
‘Thanks Mum,’ Lilly said. Maggie smiled and slipped back between the sheets, within seconds she was fast asleep. Rose stood at the door saying a few more words in Latin before returning to her room to sleep.