The ancient city of Egypt is faced with destruction by one of the greatest villain that caused total darkness upon its people, a little orphan (Tom) was mysteriously brought back from the future (Present London) to help safe Egypt by great Queen Nefertiti.
Efad thinks she's being stalked by a boy who no one believes is real. Why does he keep appearing to her, and does he have something to do with a murder near the church youth house? Efad Milton sighed and drearily ran her fingers across the empty page of her sketchpad. 'Why'd I get this out?' She wondered. 'I have nothing to draw...' She distractedly fingered her pencil and touched the point to the page, moving it in a seemingly meaningless manner. When she glanced back at what she thought would be scribbles, she noticed that the "scribbles" had taken the form of a male, Anime-like face. Curious, she continued to sketch slowly, adding hair around the face, a neck, and finally the rest of the body, making him tall enough to be 15 or 16. She quickly outlined the pencil lines with a sharp-point pen, erased the pencil underneath, and picked out the hair, eye and clothing color. The Anime boy was soon finished, his ebony hair framing his face and falling around his neck. His brown eyes were stunningly realistic (which caused Efad to wonder how on earth she managed such a feat), and seemed to almost stare at the girl as she observed her work. The final touches, his clothes, were a black tee-shirt, black jeans, a red scarf around his neck, and sneakers. Efad nodded in satisfaction. "I don't know how I did that, but I did," she muttered to herself. "Now, what am I going to call you...?" The girl mentally filed through boy's names she'd heard recently, but after finding none to her liking, began to physically search her CD's for an artist's name she could borrow. She finally found a name that seemed to match. "Jacen," she said quietly. "That suits him." Finding her outlining pen again, she quickly wrote the name below the picture she'd just finished and closed her sketchbook. ~*~
Boy in the Window Thirteen year old Samantha is forced to move to creepy small-town Arkansas. She just wants to go home... Amidst new friendships and blossoming love, one of Samantha's classmates is brutally murdered. Can Samantha find out what happened to the boy in the window? Or will she be murdered herself? Chapter 1 She wanted to go back home. Samantha's fingers tightly gripped her backpack. Two more bags sat at her feet, full of clothes. The car felt overstuffed, claustrophobic. Glancing at her aunt, she forced a smile. The scenery outside the car had changed from flat plains to hilly pasture. Dense forest surrounded open rolling fields with grazing livestock. They'd left Missouri, and were now deep in rural Arkansas. Barbed wire lined the highway, fencing in cattle, horses, even deer. The hilly terrain gradually became more hazardous. Roads twisted around blind curves, cut into the side of the old worn-down mountains, taking the car up steep climbs, then descending like a roller coaster.
It is 2020, and the internet has been taken over by criminals. The FBI has arrested Invictus Obie, accusing him of a (US) $12 million dollar online fraud. While he is in detention, a street soldier decides to create a manual that will forever guide all situational conmen. (Firsthand experiences and unconventional wisdom shared by some of the world's most successful internet fraudsters)
The book tells of the story of a young girl, Cassie, whose admission into her Divinity college launches her into uncharted territories and unfathomable depths where she journeys out of the Earth and encounter live secrets of the annals of Eternity beginning from the Dispensation of Light, to the Fall of Lucifer, the Advent of Man, the War in Heaven and lastly, the Eternal Dispensation. Beyond time-travel, it is a story that launches the reader far beyond this realm, into Eternity
THE BOY IN THE MIRROR CHAPTER 1 Trudging into the room she claimed as hers in her new house, Raven dropped her bag by the door and sat on the edge of her bed, facing the mirror. She sighed. "Remind me again Raven, why did we wear our hair in braids today? All it does is make our hair even puffier when we take them out." She grumbled as she undid the braids and brushed her copper-red hair. After placing the brush down, she gazed absent-mindedly into the mirror, deep in thought. But something was not right. Instead of her bright blue eyes staring back at her, she saw a pair of green eyes. "Wait a minute..." She rubbed her eyes and looked again. This time, she saw not only strange eyes staring back at her, but a strange face too. It was the face of a young man, not much older than Raven. "Whoa!" She jumped to her feet and backed away from the mirror. "Who are you?!" She said in a loud voice, but not loud enough for her family to hear. "And what are you doing here?!" "Please, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," he said quietly as he stepped out of the mirror. "Whoa! How...? Wait, what's your name?" She asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm Eric O'Brien." "Eric O'Bri... That sounds familiar. I heard that name when I moved here last month..." She trailed off, once again deep in thought. "You're the boy who froze to death. We bought the house from your parents when they moved across town. So that must mean you're a..." "Ghost?" He finished for her; "Yeah." Raven studied him for a moment. From what she knew about ghosts, which was quite a lot, he looked nothing like one. For one thing, he wasn't pale and sick looking, like she had been told. Quite the opposite, really. She noted jet-black hair and vivid green eyes. Eyes some would describe as almost an acid green. "Ghost." She took a half a step forward, "But you were only fifteen, my age, you shouldn't have died." Eric made a sort of grunt in agreement. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you die? I mean, the whole story." Eric cocked an eyebrow, "Wait, shouldn't you be running away now? I mean you're talking to the ghost son of the people who sold you this house. That would scare most people." Raven plucked up the courage to take a few more half steps forward. "Well, let's just say I'm not like most people. I study ghosts as a hobby, so I don't scare easily." "Hold on, might I ask your name? "Oh, Raven Wheeler. Now, you're gonna tell me the whole story?" "Oh boy, um, where do I begin?" He sat on the edge of her bed (which squashed Raven's ghost theory a little bit more since he didn't fall through) and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, it was about six months ago, early March. I was playing with my new dog outside, trying to teach him to fetch. I threw the stick for him, but it curved and went into the woods, so he went to 'fetch' it." He stood up and went to the window and pointed to the trees. "Right in there, that's the very patch of woods I chased him into. By the time I found him, it was late, and I knew there was no way I was going to find my way home. It was getting dark, so I lay down to sleep, and when I woke up, I saw my body still lying on the ground. I was standing next to it. I figured I was dreaming, but I didn't know it then. I wasn't dreaming." He started to pace the room. "I stood there for a few minutes in shock, and then I heard voices. I realized the voices belonged to my parents. They were calling for me. Things such as 'Eric honey, if you can hear us, say something!' and 'Son, where are you?' Then they found my body lying on the ground." Eric grew silent and paced for a few minutes. Raven simply watched him as he regained himself, waiting for him to continue. "My Dad kneeled down next to me, and put two of his fingers on my neck. I knew instantly what he was doing; he was checking for a pulse. When he didn't find one, he leaned over and placed his ear to my chest, right over my heart, then did something that I had never seen him do: he cried. My Mom knew what was happening, and she started to cry too. I walked over to my body after my Dad had pulled away and placed my hand on my chest, expecting to feel a steady thump-thump, thump-thump." As he said this he tapped out the sound lightly on his leg. "When I didn't feel it, I knew what had happened. I had died in the middle of the night from the cold." He walked over to Raven. "Give me your hand." Raven held out her hand to him. He took her hand in his and placed it on her chest, over her heart. "What do you feel?" "My heart, of course!" Raven was starting to wonder what Eric was up to. "Good! Never take that for granted! It may be very simple, but you never know when it will stop, and then you will never feel it again." He pulled his hand away, but Raven kept hers there, thinking about what Eric had said. She then sat down on her bed with her hand still on her heart. "You're right, Eric," She said slowly, finally pulling her hand away. "I never really thought about it, but you're absolutely right. O. K., stupid question coming up. So you have no pulse whatsoever?"
St. Peter's Asylum was a place where the mentally insane were given refuge from the cruel outside world. As one of the most prominent hospitals which specialized in psychology and served as a sort of graduate school for upcoming psychologists, the hospital had a high success rate of rehabilitating the insane. That was until they received a ten year old girl by the name of Stephanie Tate. The ten year old girl was the only blemish on their records, her insanity, if it could simply be called insanity, was an extreme case. A case that had no answers and no apparent reason for the insanity. Stephanie had been a happy well balanced child from all indications of her home life. Her mother and father were busy socialites, and had made it through the Great Depression fairly easily. They always made time in their busy schedule for their daughter. She had the best education that could be given to a child her age, the best music lessons, and beautiful dresses made especially for her. She could be seen as spoilt, but was actually a very polite child. Her uncle was a famous photographer, who was not married and hand no children of his own. He favored Stephanie over his other nieces and nephews, and spoilt her with gifts from the various countries that he had visited. On a trip to France he had purchased the most beautiful doll for his little Stephanie. The doll wore a fine silk dress, the petticoats were white, the dress a sky blue with a violet apron perfectly centered over her chest and lap. Her golden hair was smooth as silk and was a deep golden color, tied back from her face with two violet bows, and her shoes were black and white button up boots. Her face had a sad expression, her eyes looking as if tears really could fall from them at any moments and her pink mouth set in a very slight and elegant frown. He had decided to have her named Annabelle, after his favorite story, and had the name engraved carefully on the neck of the doll. He called her the perfect doll for the perfect child. Stephanie had been excited at the first sight of the doll and since that day she had never been seen without it. But the face was no longer a sad frown, but more of a smirk. Chapter One Tea Anyone? Growing up I have always been told by some adults to never believe anything anyone tells you unless you can see it with your own two eyes. That's all well and good if you want to have a boring life and grow up to be an accountant or something. I on the other hand, have been encouraged to allow my imagination to grow wild and untamed, allowing me to live in my own sort of fantasy world. Some people think that I have my head in the clouds and I don't know reality from imagination. I have always wondered what exactly separated reality and unreality. I'll leave it to you to decide whether or not you believe what I am going to say. I have been told that I'm a very believable liar, but am I a liar or am I someone who is telling the truth and no one believes me? I suppose I should start off by telling you who I am. I'm Grayce Robinson, I'm currently eighteen years old and have started my second year of college. I live with two of my best friends, and fellow fantasy world residents, Louise and Danielle. I have to say that it is odd for someone to say they met their best friends in a world that doesn't really exist, but for us three it's true. We all are English majors, we all love to read and write stories, and they believe me when I tell this story because they were there with me. As I said, I live on my own with my two friends. We were lucky enough to find this huge house to rent relatively cheap. Its close to campus, its close to the book store where we all work, and its in a nice neighborhood where there is hardly ever any trouble. The house we rent used to belong to some doctor, I believe the landlady said his name was James Tate. He used to be one of the more wealthy people in the city and had been lucky enough not to have too much financial trouble during the Depression. From what I had heard, the house had remained abandoned for many years before someone bought it and started renting it out, but even then they couldn't keep tenants in it for more that a few months because of strange occurrences. I didn't find this out till later. It took some time for me to convince Mrs. McDowell to tell me what had happened to the previous tenants, but after annoying her about it each time she came to collect rent she finally gave me a bit of insight into what made the house so hard to rent out. The former tenants had all had problems sleeping. They would say that there were sounds up in the attic, that they had heard laughter coming from the hallways, and that they never exactly felt safe staying in the house. It had been a thorn in Mrs. McDowell's side but I think that she was relieved when my friends and I rented it. We had never had any problems with such strange occurrences so we didn't think anything of it. As I said before, it was one of those times that we did not believe something because we had not experienced it ourselves.
Life in the spirit is a book for all Christians and none Christians who want to know the true God, it is a product of personal encounter with God, experience and inspirations from God. if you have desired to know God, have a personal relationship with Him, experience His love, overcoming sin and becoming sure of your salvation. experiencing the baptism of Holy Spirit and manifesting the gifts of the Holy Spirit in fullness, growing in the spirit day by day and becoming totally transformed. if any of these is your desire, then this book is for you!