Ripples in Time

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Excerpt Chapter 16

“Stop it.” She said to nobody in particular.

Maybe herself or loud enough for the tower to say something back. Talking to yourself, her mum used to say, was a sure sign of madness. Rose half smiled, does that apply to locked in and only having yourself to talk to. Not true drifted back. The door of insanity has loads of cups to drink from. Poe’s raven threatened to come back as her eyes touched the door again. The note was still clutched in her left hand. Continue reading

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Half A Twin – Ripples in Time

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Thursday 13 December 2007 was one of those days that changed Compton Lower School for a good many years to come. Miss Samantha Davis, the student placement working with Mrs Elaine Smythe in Year 3’s Kingfishers class turned entirely from teaching into bereavement counselling. Ms Kelly Norris, stand in teacher for Mrs Smythe, never taught at Compton again and the Board of Governors finally achieved at a long standing ambition to convince the Local Council that traffic on Norton Road was an accident waiting to happen with works on a pedestrian crossing and associated school crossing signage duly completed prior to spring half term in 2008. The school itself broke up early that year and Christmas for the entire school community would be remembered for a very long time. For some life would never quite be the same. Continue reading

Ripples in Time

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Due out 2016 – extract

She turned onto the path above the map circle drawn by Tina. 14’s that away. The Prisoner tune by Iron Maiden opened in her head; by-product of misspent youth in a rock and goth phase. She preferred the latter and lived in blacks and purples with assorted accents in her hair. And jewellery – bangles and crosses – silver of course. All very lycanthrope unfriendly. The song started with a quote from that late sixties TV show of the same name. Her parents were keen to point out every time she whacked that album track on. Continue reading

Nocturnal Reflections

Author: G. Jefferies

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At night water reflects

It does this to conceal monsters…

The lake rested inside a vast crater carved in the roots of a mountain. A relic from some long forgotten ice age that sent a glacier advancing over the edge of the cliffs, grinding rock into dust at the foot of an ancient waterfall. The frost giants were now long gone and water fell freely in foaming cascades edged with green lichen and moss into the pool below. A thunderous tumult sending ripples far out into the distance. The wizard stood at the edge of a tree line that once furnished the hills in green but now stood in remembrance; skeletal and dead. Continue reading

The Assent of Rose Marie Gray

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Expected Publication in 2016

 

Rose remembered screaming as the brightness engulfed her. The point of no return. Too late to change your mind, made another mistake, actually I don’t want to die like this. The pain was not so bad although her head really ached like someone was hammering her temples and sticking a hot needle up through the base of her skull. Not so bad is relative she decided. Josh had been worse. Continue reading

The Grim

Author: G. Jefferies

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GRIM

A goodly word. It suggests solemnity and dark views upon this world. Or a mood that is abyssal and filled with miasmic melancholy that those of the light simply fail to understand. It is the room that has no windows. Oppressive and unforgiving. Lying in wait for an unsuspecting moment when the ego stumbles and comes crashing down into the bowels of the earth. It is here that Grim becomes your friend.

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Theatre of Dreams

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Joseph Carmichael formed one third of a paranormal society. Nay, a fellowship. Not quite the same as the company of nine alighting from Rivendell. But nine was divisible by three and conclusive proof of deeper mysteries in numbers that defied rationale. The Fellowship of The Three sat well. Musketeers they were not. Continue reading

Aquatic Ramblings

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Swamps are also places of the dead. Gorged with the remains of trapped souls and beasts forever dwelling beneath false ground. Dark magic filling them with wisps of ghost light and faces of the drowned. Mists creeping through twisted roots and spider webs. Hypnotising the unwary and drawing them in…

 

© G Jefferies and Fictionisfood, 2016. All rights reserved.