Saturday, March 26, 2016

A dream, a nightmare ~ Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 03/27/16

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A long, long time ago I shared a few snippets from my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, Karma Visited (only 5) - and we didn't get a full taste of this story. Since I am working on a sequel and revisiting the story for myself, I'm sharing more with you and soaking up your comments.

Do you believe in karma? Annie Furman has a gift that allows her, while she sleeps, to visit people in their time of need - but who will be there for her when she needs help? Undersheriff Dave Turner is investigating a series of home invasions and homicides. He has no idea that solving this case will lead him to the woman of his dreams.

I am skipping ahead a bit to the first "scene" with Annie (remember Annie and Dave haven't met yet) - this is in her "POV", and I did a lot of creative editing to make this fit today.

Creative editing alert!  Here are ten lines... 


Tears streaked down her cheeks and left lines on her soot stained cheeks, the children were safe, she made sure of that and I let her know I admired her bravery.

She stood again and tried to shake the bars free from the window. Safety bars, those bars were meant to keep evil out and now all they did was trap her in.

One by one she made sure that her charges would be alright, they were safe, and now it was time for her to die.

Coughs seized her body, flames were licking the walls. We were both scared, but I knew I had no reason to fear for myself. 

We could hear the sirens of the approaching fire trucks, her eyes were haunted as she looked at me and I prayed that the smoke would claim her before the flames; my prayers were answered.

As the burning ceiling above us sent flaming stalactites raining down, I knew she was at peace.

Annie bolted upright in bed and gasped as she tried to catch her breath. There were no flames and no smoke, but the smell still assaulted her nostrils and her throat felt raw.


  
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My life changed after I died.
It’s not like I had any special powers.
They just didn’t understand me.
They underestimated me.
I had a gift.

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I was raised in a family of Believers - we believed in
spirits, ESP, 
fortune telling, and the ability to
communicate telepathically. 

My parents, my grandmother, my sister and I all had "experiences" and no one questioned the reality. I had very vivid dreams of things happening in places I wasn't in and several times, after I told my parents what I dreamt (some nightmares) we would go through the day almost forgetting the dreams... until we would be listening to the evening TV news.

I had almost the same nightmare Annie had in this snippet and that night there was a news report of a young and heroic teen-age babysitter who died in an apartment fire early that morning after dropping the baby she was caring for through the gated window to a stranger's arms on the sidewalk. It shook us all up to hear the tragic tale I related that morning on the TV channel.

While my character's "abilities" are much more involved than mine ever were, I related very strongly to her as I wrote the story. In some ways I think I put more of myself into Annie than any other character and needless to say I was more anxious as to how she would be received by readers than other characters.

While no one has been able to conclusively prove or disprove the existence of these other-wordly happenings, many of us can tell of strange occurrences, that sudden deja-vu, visits with loved ones while we slept, and foreboding premonitions. Those who are more comfortable with denial call it coincidence... the rest of us call it a Gift.


9 comments:

Ed Hoornaert said...

I can tell that this gift of hers is going to play havoc with her sleep.

Kim Magennis said...

Wow, Chelle! That was some 'dream'. I love how this story is unwinding. I look forward to reading much more.

Kim Magennis said...

Wow, Chelle! That was some 'dream'. I love how this story is unwinding. I look forward to reading much more.

T. M. Hunter said...

Fun action scene...enjoyed the snippet.

Charmaine Gordon said...

So real, I felt the flames and then Annie wakes up. What happens next. I have the book but all wewriwa readers want to know and now. . .about her Gift.

Christina Ochs said...

Powerful snippet. That's one heck of a dream!

Caitlin Stern said...

What a terrible waste of life. Those bars ought to have some sort of safety feature!

Author, Neva Rodriguez said...

Oh my gosh this was intense and beautiful at the same time. I find it interesting that she's able to visit through her dreams, thank God she's able to wake up. Great writing! :)

Teresa Cypher said...

You really pulled me in, Chelle. I was so relieved when I realized that it was a dream.


That is bizarre about your own dream, and then it all but came true.