I was in our old house, sitting at the small square table. My father sat in front of me reading the newspaper while mother sat to my left, drinking a steaming cup of coffee. A biscuit was placed on a plate in front of me with a cup and what smelled like green tea. I could hear my younger brother, Thomas playing with his action figures making explosion sounds as he clanked them together. This was our routine before the invasion, but something in my gut told me this whole situation was wrong.
Without thinking, I grabbed the biscuit but before I could bring it to my mouth, Father’s hand slammed down on mine, causing a surge of pain to run up my arm. He looked up from the newspaper and straight into my eyes.
“Find it, Ally. Find the dagger now!” He said forcefully, then his arm started to fade and the pressure of his hand on mine felt as though the weight had been lifted.
Soon, he was gone. I looked to my mother but she was no longer there either and the voice I had recognized as Thomas’ had stopped. As if by magic, I was in a white room still at our square wooden table, but the biscuit and cup of tea were no longer in front of me.
It was replaced with my father’s dagger that the shape shifters had taken from me. I gently lifted it close enough to my eyes so that I could inspect the handle. On it was a detailed map. Little triangles along the carven path; the path starts at what looks like a building that ends at an ‘X’. I finally realized that this was the map that my father had told me about in my last dream. But just as it was there, it was gone.
I woke with a startle, sweat dripped down my face, my breath came fast, heart pounding. I took a minute to calm down and slow my heart beat while Liam lay peacefully beside me; his mind still filled with dreams no doubt. Only his breathing was steady compared to mine. My body urged for more sleep but after that dream I wouldn’t be able to get a minutes rest. So instead, I looked to the forest around me in hopes that it would ease my tension.
The chirping of the birds echoed through the forest and filled the morning air as they chatted from tree to tree. Laying down and looking up at the sky I could watch as the sun replaced the night sky, bringing back the colors it had taken with it last night.
Purple, pink and orange ran through the sky like children in a playground. For a moment, the image made me forget what kind of world we lived in now, compared to what it was only a few years back.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I jumped at the sudden break in silence. “You scared me,” I exclaimed .
Liam chuckled. His arms were folded across his knees and pulled up close to his chest. He did this only when relaxed which wasn’t often.
“Sorry, but everything seems so peaceful.” He breathed out.
He was right. It seemed as if nothing had happened, like we could just go home and enjoy our family; a family that neither of us had anymore, apart from our siblings.
“Yeah, it does.” I agreed. “It makes me feel like the invasion never happened, as if there’s just peace.” I sighed.
We sat in silence, watching what was left of the sunrise.
“We better get going, so we can get more food for Christina and Thomas.” I said. I slung my backpack on as did Liam and soon we were on our way to the next warehouse we would raid.
A powerfully intriguing excerpt. A great hook. When a 14 year old cant write like that she has a great future. I look forward to reading more. Please keep me informed when the book is ready.
Thank you so much Patricia, Rachel will be thrilled!! 😉 And your 100% right, her future is as bright as the sun! We will most definitely keep you posted on her progress and thanks for the comment!
Good going, Rachel! I only wish I had been that serious about my writing when I was your age. Sending you tons of encouragement.
Thank you so much for stopping by & reading Rachel’s work Patti. I know she’ll be thrilled with the words of encouragement. And I know what you mean! I wish I’d of had this young girls focus & direction when I was fourteen! lol 😉
Rachel is extremely eloquent at 14 and I’m impressed at the map she’s already laid out for her writing career. An intriguing story with elements that remind me a little of the movie The Host. I hope that she perseveres and love that she’s committed to creativity, no matter what. Like her, I believe a true creative spirit can never be quelled.
We couldn’t agree more with you Alarna. And yes, you can most definitely see the influence of the Artists she draws on & clearly enjoys. Her sense of who she is and passion for the craft is unbelievable for one so young. She reminds me of someone else…ahem…I won’t mention names…Inion! lol. Thanks for stopping by & for the comment Alarna!!
Wow, 14?! I think she’s got a bright future ahead of her as a writer!
Our sentiments exactly, JM. She’s unbelievable.
Awe. Some.
If you can write like this at 14, there are no limits to your future as a writer/publisher, girl! Way To Go!
Right, Beth? Even though I knew I wanted to be a writer at a very young age, I was no where near as poised and polished of a writer as Rachel. I had a few short stories, but those puppies will never see the light of day. LOL. Rachel really is a rare gem, I only hope she inspires other kids like her to embrace their creativity and persevere.
Is this your new novel or a short story? Either way, very intriguing!
This is actually from our young author friend, Rachel Harris. This is an excerpt from the novel she’s currently working on and she’ll be publishing soon and she’s only 14!!! Can you believe it. I wanted to get the excerpt with the interview, but for some reason it published as it’s own post. Grrr! Sorry for the mix up. We’ll let Rachel know what you thought about it. She’ll be over the moon.
Yes, I realized it was hers after I read the interview, but I forgot to come back and add to my comment. Remarkable indeed!
Right! We thought so too, very alluring. This young writers imagination needs no help as it is in full force & working well. Thanks so much our friend what a sweetheart! It’s encouragement like yours that helps young writers to push onward & gives them the encouragement needed to believe in their work & the courage to share it.
Actually, I am a terrible villain. }:-)> Hopefully, this will make my comment even more encouraging.
Well, I’m intrigued. Map on stolen dagger, shape shifters, prophetic dreams, invasion, X marks the spot—hard to get a better lure than this.