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The Shack
As a kid I’d often wondered about the old shack that
sat lopsided on top of the hill outside of town. My mom had given me strict
instructions to stay away from it. She supposed a strong wind would blow it off
the mountain and with my luck, I’d be inside when that happened. But every day
when I walked to school my curiosity nagged at me to just peek in the window.
I’d imagined a magical being living within the faded,
weather worn walls. Something that could wander through town unseen. He or
they, I wasn’t sure, must be kind of like overseers, protecting the
townspeople. After all how many times had strange things happened that no one
could explain? My mom thought I was a daydreamer and laughed when I told her my
thoughts.
On this particular afternoon, I noticed the front door
hanging open on the shack. That was strange because I’d never seen anyone near
it and everyone I knew was afraid to go up the hill. Most people believed as my
mother did.
“Go straight home… I’ll be there in a few,” I said to
my little brother, turning around and trotting up the street.
“What are you doing?” he groaned, exhaling loudly. I’d
already climbed half way up to the shack before he figured it out. “You better
not be going up that hill. Mom will be mad!” I ignored him. “I’m telling!” he
screamed and ran toward our house.
“Fine!” I had to see inside. It was now or never and with
the door open, this was my best opportunity.
I knocked. No answer. “Is anyone home?” No answer. I held
my breath, stepping onto the threshold, and rubbing my sweaty palms together.
“My name is Constance. You left your door open. Is everything alright?”
The silence screamed for me to stop, but I put it in
the back of my mind and took another step inside. I could see the daylight
coming through the slats of the walls. My eyes caught sight of a strange
looking pig head that was missing a fang, hanging on the wall. Bookcases filled
with books and loose papers took up the space of another wall and an ancient
typewriter with missing keys sat on a desk in the corner. Loose papers began to
flutter in the breeze. The silence turned into whistling as the wind picked up,
causing the single sheets of paper to whiz around the room. The shack swayed
around me. I gasped, hearing nothing but my mother’s voice. I spun around and
blocking my exit was a small, hairy thing in a scarlet bikini.
I gulped in air as fast as I could, not remembering
anything else. One minute I was looking down at a creature and the next I was
waking up on my own front porch with my mom fanning me with a paper plate and
several pairs of eyes staring down at me.
2ND CHANCES: A BOOK OF CHOICES by TD Cooper
Imagine a two hundred and fifty year love affair with a guardian angel and the reincarnated soul of his soulmate.
Trevor Brady drowned while pirating on the Caribbean in the 1700’s and was given a chance to redeem his soul. He begins life anew, as a guardian of human beings. Trevor also finds himself in love with what may be the reincarnation of his childhood sweetheart, who was murdered by Trevor’s former ship captain. To make things worse, it looks like the ship’s captain has returned from the grave, bent on taking his revenge on Trevor and all whom he loves. They all collide in the world of kidnapping, drugs, and slavery.
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