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First stop, the cemetery on the hill. It is quite large
and overpopulated, and I am so amazed that even though we come
and visit only once a year, my mother and grandmother always
remember the way.
pile out and migrate towards the rear, I slowly adjust my dress
and crawl out the back door.
It is a cool day but by no means too cool for the article
of clothing I am wearing. I do my part by carrying a flat of
marigolds over to Martha’s site. After dropping off, I head for
a stroll. I love to explore the stones and dates. Overflowing
with curiosity, I begin to imagine and deduce what kind of life
these people led and why they passed on. As I make my way up and
down the rows of the old and new, I always end at the old maple
tree towards the back end of the cemetery.
within view but never in vocal range, which is definitely a good
As our car comes to a stop, and they both
Grandma is always
“Hi Max. So what have you been up to lately? It’s our
yearly visit. Whoohoo!” I whisper secretly to the stone I now
stand in front of and graciously begin to kneel as if he was a
member of the family.
it. Not beloved son, not an American flag, not a single flower,
all alone, here by a tree. A few yards over towards the road
there is another neighbor. Zachory Riff, born 1903, died 1957.
At least he was in his fifties, I scuff to myself.
I often wonder the cause for Max’s early death. Nineteen
isn’t that old. My grandmother once told me that he is all alone
at the outskirts because he must not have had any family back in
his day, that or he was a criminal.
Somehow, this is one story my grandmother could not be more
wrong about. I’m certain.
Max Harper. Born 1934, Died 1953. That’s
“Note to self, research the story”. I stand and turn
towards the sound of the humming vehicle approaching just a few
rows away when I feel a tug on my leg. In fact, it is more of an
almighty jerk which awakens my senses and begins to bring chills
up and down my spine.
One moment I am in lala land and now with a bone chilling
paralysis, I am completely frozen with fear, unable to even move
I try to get a grip on reality and pull my left leg
in place but can’t budge. I am even too afraid to look down but
have to, knowing I can’t stay like this forever.
All that my eyes allow me to see is purple air, like
someone just spun around in a circle and dusted the air with one
of those huge purple pixie stixs. My vertigo wants to kick in
and I feel like I’m not alone, as if someone is watching me.
My heart begins to beat out of rhythm from all the
adrenaline that is rushing thru my veins. I’m unable to think
clearly. My head begins to throb as a piercing pain penetrates
my lower calf. All of a sudden a rush of coolness blankets
my body while the wind picks up and begins to loosen strands
of hair from my ponytail holders. Memories of time ago begin
banging softly at the back door of my mind but these are
memories that don’t belong to me, so I refuse to let them in.
Again I try to regain control of my body and try to
focus my willpower into moving my leg but to no avail. I can
persistently feel an even stronger force holding me in place.
I can almost make out a creepy feeling of fingers walking
themselves up the back of my leg and resting in place behind my
knee as I continue to struggle.
I hear a honk, instantaneously, my leg releases from this
invisible force that I’m unable to explain.
“What the freak?” I gasp in pure fright, but I waste no
time, I sprint to the car without a second glance back even
after I reach for the door.
“Looks like the clock stroke midnight my dear” Grandma
chuckles, “or did you see a ghost?”
I don’t even register an acknowledgement to her remark. I
search my leg for any signs from its previous restraint, but I
see nothing. I cautiously try to compose myself as best as I can
and gain control of my sanity, well at least what is left of it.
Destiny Unhinged
VANESSA anxiously waits for her birthday, a boyfriend and some much needed excitement in her dull and boring life.
She soon finds herself torn between two guys. Well, I guess that is what she would call them, even though one is a dead Alien King.
MAX, a dead alien who is trapped in limbo between two worlds and longs for Vanessa, his destiny, to help him home and become his Queen. He offers her his world, his heart and his future.
TOBY, a good looking guy who shows an interest and a desire to be with Vanessa, has confessed that he too has a destiny that he's meant to be with another. However, it’s a destiny he doesn’t want.
The connection that Vanessa has with Max is strong but the desire she has for Toby may be even stronger.
Will she accept what Destiny has in store for her or find a way to escape to find one all on her own?
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About Kimber Shook
I'm a huge sci-fi fan. I love all the paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi genres, of course, when romance is thrown in, it just makes it even better.
I grew up with a desire to write. Now being considered a middle-aged woman I have decided I'm running out of time. I stopped taking for granted the amount of time I have left to live and take matters into my own hands by actually working on a dream.
Writing a novel, Destiny Unhinged. It's a great feeling to say I'm not just waiting for life to come to me, but rather I'm going after it and not
letting go.
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