It’s always been an old saying, “what comes around, goes around.” Well for Margaret, she is about to learn what that truly means:
For what all its worth, maybe it was supposed to happen to Margaret. Eventually!
No matter what, it happened. And when it happened, no one was prepared!
As Margaret has begun to find herself, it appears as though, she has welcomed someone to find her? Walk with Margaret on her journey of self-discovery of reality versus fantasy.
Or, fantasy versus reality.
As she travels over this bridge – her life – Margaret begins to learn much more about the things around her than the people near her.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The inspiration on this book came from a random dream that I had one night. The fact that I was able to remember the dream the next morning, it intrigued me to write about it. It started out as a random blog posting, although after writing the blog post the story started to take its own form. So, I risked it and made it into a book; while having fun!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The characters developed as the writing progressed. This idea of the story never identified any characters, but just random figures. I took the figures and created them into characters and the characters took their own form.
Book Sample
The shackles around my body cause a throbbing sensation. This unearthly feeling spreads across my body. I can feel the blood slowly draining. The room seems darker than normal. I lie helplessly across this hard bed frame.
Struggling to unbind my hands only brings harrowing stinging sensations that run rapidly through my body. I cry out for help but my voice is weakening. I want so badly to be free of these restraints. I want this unearthly torture to end. For my dwindling body to be unbound and set free. Slowly a tear forms in my right eye, though barely enough to run down my cheek.
Fighting with all my will, I attempt to resist the temptation of fading back into a comatose state. I long for a rescuer. I desire for this horrific nightmare to unravel before my eyes.
The sounds of thunder only become stronger as the rumbling intensifies. The strikes of lightning are clearer and more defined. The thunder is moving in closer. I can feel the shocks passing through my body. Fighting to resist, I wiggle vigorously to combat the tingling sensations surging through my weakening body.
The coils around my stomach have caused the pain to migrate as I struggle to break free. The more I move, the more a churning pain passes across my waistline. My skin feels like shredded paper. Blood is pulsing slowly out my body as streaks of lightning strobe the walls in the room.
The beating of thunder rumbles the windows, as the lightening becomes stronger. My body hurts more than ever. The room begins to shake violently as if a tornado is moving in closer. The lightning and thunder have become one. The knob on the door begins to rattle.
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I jumped out my skin from the frightening sounds of thunder rumbling the grounds outside. Only, now, I am able to run to the window. I was beginning to wonder if my nightmares had become my reality. It’s starting to feel too surreal! There appeared to be nothing outside – nothing more than the withering oak tree that sits about two feet from the deck. I stood there, surveying the grounds, hoping for this nightmare to end.
Turning around, I heard the twist of the doorknob. The door slowly opened. Michael was tiptoeing back to the bedroom. He noticed me standing near the window and stared at me with a look of paranoia. I cleared my throat, swallowing hard.
“Where have you been?”
He responded in a shallow tone, “Getting a cup of water. Are you alright!”
I paused before responding to gather my thoughts. Debating my next move, I calmly took a few deep breaths. It would look pretty stupid to tell him I had a nightmare. Yet, the thought hadn’t left my mind. Debating vigorously, I opted to take the safe route. Releasing my grip on the window frame, I muttered, “No, there is nothing wrong.”
About the Author:
I am a mother of four, author and blogger. My writing is a passion that fuels my soul. My nonfiction writings are a strong representation of my personality and how I perceive life. My words and perceptions may be strong in nature, but they come from a soft place in my heart for others. My fiction writing allows me to release my dark horrid dreams into words to share with the world, while they always seem to take their own style of paper.
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