Like I hinted in my last post, I've started working on a new novel. It's tentatively named "Paranormal" and I'm not sure if the name will stick. But I'm going to give you a sneak peek into some of its contents.
I hope you like what you see. Whilst you wait for this one, go out and buy Nightmare at Emerald High
I hope you like what you see. Whilst you wait for this one, go out and buy Nightmare at Emerald High
Mia found herself walking through a darkened room. This room looked very
familiar, she knew that she’d been there before but she couldn’t place it. She
sat in a beautiful winged back chair and fingered the wood carvings on the
exquisite book case in front of her. Whoever owned this house loved to read.
The shelves in front of her were over flowing with volumes. This must be the
spot where the home owner does their reading she thought.
She got off the chair and wondered around the room, touching delicate china
figurines. A plaque hanging on the wall caught her attention. It said:
To:
Hilda May Smith
for
outstanding service and contributions
to
the Lucy Light Sisterhood.
The plaque was dated June 6, 1980, Mia’s Birthday. Mia turned and
continued to examine the room when a movement in the corner of her eye startled
her.
There was an older lady now seated in the winged-backed chair that she
had just vacated. She was reading a little black book, much like the one Mia found
in her apartment.
“Grandma?” Mia asked. The lady was older and a lot more wrinkled. Her
face sagged and she looked like she’d lost 100 pounds but it was definitely her
grandmother. She wore a gown that was once white but now yellowed by age.
“Yes Mia,” said the older woman. “Come sit with me.”
The lady pointed to the floor at her feet and Mia sat cross-legged
just as she used to as a child.
“Mia, do you know your destiny?”
“To become a nurse?” she replied. What else could the old lady possibly
be talking about.
“No Mia, that’s just a job. Your destiny is to become the most powerful
woman in this city. It’s in your blood. The women of this family for
generations have ruled and now it’s your turn.”
Mia stared at the older woman through eyes wide as saucers.
“What do you mean? What kind of power?” she asked.
“Power to do anything you want, Mia, anything.” replied the woman. “Wake
up, come visit me.”
“But Grandma, you’re dead.”
My child, you shall soon learn, that not everything is as it seems.

