The Invitation When dinner party invitations hearkening back to yesteryear's everyone is buzzing at the opportunity to discover the truth about what happened then while trying to stay alive now. Elsie Sinclair: Last Living Dinner Party Guest With a deeply saddened heart I must tell you that Elsie Sinclair passed away in her sleep. She is survived by no one as she lived her life for the film. Having never been given top billing, her work in front of and behind the camera will forever be remembered. Most notably she will be remembered as having spent time, that fateful day sixty years ago, at the Manor House. As the last known living guest of record she was sought after relentlessly for information. But what happened that night at Manor House has now died with her and the mystery will forever remain unsolved.
The Afternoon Adriana has been kidnapped and she doesn't know why, but she is about to find out the worst way possible..read inside to find out! Adriana was sitting outside on the porch of a tiny, comfortable cottage up north, location unknown, just soaking in the sun and the soft breeze of the lake in front of her. Her long red hair was blowing back as the wind caressed every strand. Her bright blue eyes tightly shut as she enjoyed the feeling alone.
nodded quickly, "I saw it. He fell on his neck and it made this horrible cracking sound. I saw it. I heard it. He wasn't moving." The doctor sighed as if I was bothering him. It hit me that I didn't know what I expected; doctors didn't take women like me seriously. Why would he now? "Your friend is completely fine. You must have imagined it. Happens sometimes." His words were condescending, "Don't fret. Your boyfriend is in perfect condition." I wanted to say that we weren't dating but I cowered again, letting him finish up. When the doctor brought me back to Peter, I could see Peter smile. He winked at me before chatting up with the doctor about self-care. Before I could say anything, I saw a flash of something beneath those lovely blue eyes. My stomach churned again as the fall replayed in my mind. He's supposed to be dead. In all my years, I stood in the presence of something supernatural and beyond my means. My limits of understanding were warped. I was merely an ant before some sort of powerful force. When Peter turned his head back to me, I felt my breath quicken. He must have known that I was catching on. Nobody was that stupid. So when he offered to drive me back to Texas, I refused. I took a flight home and went straight to bed for days. Now I get text messages from Peter. Voicemails. Direct messages. All wanting to meet up to talk about what happened. And he leaves several of them at a time, filling my phone up. I don't know what changed and why he's suddenly desperate. I just know that I should stay away from him and...whatever powers he has. Madness is not a charming state of being. But whatever he is, I know he wants to drag me down with him.
Another Child Sam stared straight ahead, ignoring her supposed 'family.' Her real family was gone her mother and now her brother, Josh... The wind blew hail and ice into Sam's face. It stung her eyes yet she stared at the coffin without blinking. Her heart froze as a soft voice whispered her ear, "The clouds open up and weep crystal tears, It stings the patient ground, As the ground welcomes another child..." Josh's voice faded. Sam remembered the last night she was with Josh. They were in the kitchen of their small one bedroom apartment. Josh was reading poems from their mother's favorite book. Sam was preparing hot tea for both of them. Josh claimed to have found a new poem in the book and was reading it to a skeptical Sam. "...Tears fall from a single onlooker's eyes, Others hide from the tears and angry wind, As they part with another child..." There was more to it but Sam could not remember the last verse. Reality pulled her back as, suddenly, the coffin was lowered into the grave, signaling the end of the service. Sam left her overly proper relatives, after assuring them of her wellbeing. She took the subway home, relieved to be nameless and free of oppressive sympathy. Outside the apartment building, Mr. Jackson met Sam. "Sam, how are you holding up?" "Not so great Pete, could I give you the rent tomorrow? I haven't cashed my check." "Of course, you've always been real good at paying on time. You shouldn't be alone tonight, you sure there's no family or friend you can stay with?" "Yeah, but I'll be fine. Bye, Pete." Sam walked up the stairs to the second floor. After she got the door unlocked, Sam bit her tongue to keep from fussing at josh for not chaining the door. Sam locked and chained the door. She removed her wet coat and sat at the table. Dinner would be almost ready most days; it had been a long time since Sam had started dinner. She had not eaten dinner or much of anything else, since Josh had gone missing.
"Charity, want to go skating with us?" Nine year old Charity Powers had just answered the phone. "Yeah that sounds great!" she said. "Only if you finish your chores Charity" echoed her mothers voice from the kitchen. "Okay, Okay mom!" she reculantly agreed. They chatted on for awhile, and her mother reminded her if she wanted to skate that night she had to finish her chores. So after cleaning her room and doing the dishes, it was finally time to go. Charity's dad dropped her off at the skating rink and of course, they had a blast. The girls finished their skating and Charity went outside to get some took a walk into the woods. That was the night she went missing. Sometime later... "Ok now stand still a bit...ok..good...little more...perfect! Don't move!" said Stephanie snapping photos here and there. Stephanie was a photographer and it was around Halloween. Stephanie was in the woods with her model and the nearest house was a trailer, about a mile away. After getting her photos back, Stephanie noticed a blur in the background. After scanning the photo in, she noticed it was in the shape of a young girl frowning. Well, certanily nobody was there before, so Stephanie went back to the woods to see what it was.
Conversations reveal a whole lot about perceptions, perspectives and personalities. This portrays the wide variations and myriad of ideas, innuendoes that one can see expressed around different life topics and situations. Recommended for the open-minded with a bias for subtle humour.
In a time long forgotten, man worshipped the gods of the Orisha Pantheon. But the bond that man and gods once shared has been severed by time and fate. Bound to an ethereal realm for eternity, some gods have resigned to their fates while some remain angry and unforgiving. It is up to twin sisters, Modupe and Bunmi to finish what their mother started and save humanity from the wrath of the gods who will bring them harm. Although bound by blood and a legacy of magic and destruction, the sisters want nothing to do with each other. This summer, the gods are coming to town. Against them, two sisters must set aside their differences and fears and stand as one. Can two women with an axe to grind, a pain unhealed, a shared legacy of magic and destruction and differences that set them apart like fire and water unite to save humankind from a dangerous Orisha? From itself? And more importantly, can they save each other? Find out in ORISABUNMI, book 1 in the Made Of Magic trilogy.
There is a voice only he can hear... Elijah Ewoma is the champion of the Gerradox, a man gifted with formidable strength and magic, in his dreams he is drawn to the voice of a Siren. In reality, to a woman he disapproves of. When a dangerous threat looms over Lagos and Gerradanium, a magical Island that offers solace to the gifted, Elijah and his friends, an Empath, a Witch and a Gerradox must thwart the sinister plans of his nemesis Hassan. But the crisis that threatens his life also brings Stella into it, Elijah is forced to work with her and the anger, irritation and disapproval they have of each other fast turns to wild desire and burning passion. Haunted by his past, hunted in the present, unsure of the future, Elijah must make a choice between letting go of his fears and embracing the passion, power and pain that threatens to consume him. Will he survive the war with his nemesis and himself or will he be forever lost to his secret siren?
Enough is a story about abuse, love and marriage. It is my way of making a story out of the bad things and the fears i have about marriage. Put on your seat belt because we are going to go through a rollercoaster of emotions and i can't promise you a comfortable ride..
Thanksgiving and its essence have been misconstrued for so long and sadly the need to stick to protocol and standard practice has ensured that many have been robbed of the benefits embedded in the act of thanksgiving. Olopelopeye (a Yoruba word which means: giving thanks to the One who deserves to be thanked) sheds light on the beauty of thanksgiving and the overall role it plays in our lives. Written in simple English, Olopelopeye comes with a life changing message and healing for all those who have for so long sought for a renewed understanding of the concept of thanksgiving and its ability to turn around lives.