#PoetryMonth: From Prompt to Poem

My Attempt (Not as good as Robert’s, I think) But I had fun 🙂

Breathtaking the catastrophe is
Pleasant and alluring is the inferno paradise

Fate craving streetwise witches classify mergers
Yearning the distinct Infamous Ruler shelters the disturbance notebook

The vaccine compensation is arousing
Almighty excuses howl and fluctuate

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This month is flying by WAY too fast. As you know, I’m trying to spend the month reading and WRITING poetry since I haven’t done either much lately. Well, I have been reading some more poetry. The writing part of this plan is still not happening much.

At the beginning of the month, I was getting more active on Instagram (surprised me too) and found (/was found by) a poet, Nairy Fstukh, who shared a Tumblr page full of writing prompts from 2012’s National Poetry Month. I don’t find much from prompts that actually prompt me to write a good poem, but I wanted to give a few a try.

The other night, I picked one that seemed interesting. You’ll find that prompt and the poem I created from it, below. And if you’d like to find more on the poet who turned me onto this prompt site, you can…

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Banjo Paterson Australian Bush Poet Extraordinair

This is a post I wrote for Robert Zimmerman’s Authors We love Series:

 Authors We Love: Sarah Fairbairn On A. B. ‘Banjo’ Paterson

Banjo_PattersonBanjo Paterson, the bloke on the Aussie Ten Dollar note. One of the all-time most famous Australian poets. His poem Waltzing Matilda is our unofficial national anthem, and very nearly became our official national anthem but just lost out in a vote to Advance Australia Fair. His poems have been recorded as folk and country songs by many Aussie music artists over the years. Another one of his poems and one of my personal favourites ‘’The Man From Snowy River’’ inspired a movie of the same name.

Andrew Barton “Banjo” Paterson was born on the 17th of February in 1864 (Died 5th February 1941). He was born to Scottish immigrant parents on the property of “Narrambla”, near Orange, New South Wales. He spent much of his early life growing up on a farm and becoming familiar with the bush that he would later become so famous for writing about. He attended Sydney Grammar school and Sydney University studying law, not that anyone remembers that part of his life. There is not a child in Australia who doesn’t know his name. His works are taught quite young throughout the public school system.

But it wasn’t school that made me fall in love with Banjo’s humorous and affectionate poems written about early life in the Australian bush, It’s was my Scottish born Grandmother. My grandmother used to read to me his poems before bedtime and play musical versions of them in the car when she would drive me to school. I hear them or read them now and not only think of the beautiful, rugged, Aussie rural and outback imagery that Banjo manages to portray so magnificently, but also of my Grandmothers love for me and of this country.

My personal collection includes a compendium of his entire works and some of his poems that have been illustrated and turned into children’s picture books, brought to introduce my son to his world.

You could walk into most book shops in Australia and purchase something by him, but as for overseas readers The Book Depository will allow you to entre his world: http://www.bookdepository.com/search?searchTerm=Banjo+Paterson&search=Find+book

If you interested here is a YouTube clip of The Man from Snowy River spoken by Michael Edgley with images from the movie it inspired in the background. The section in the poem and the scene in the movie where the Man from Snowy River races over the mountain always sends a chill down my spine, pure Outback Aussie Hero. http://youtu.be/fs_-DKUimeo

I’ve also included a link to Clancy of the Overflow, myself and My Grandmother’s favourite Banjo poem. We can still sit together and recite it word for word the way we used to, around a campfire when I was younger. http://youtu.be/SSbm60mi7Bw

Me: Sarah Fairbairn. I’m a full time Mum and Wife, a part time accounts admin clerk andSelfie a whenever I can blogger and poet. I’ve just published my First Poetry eBook My Mind The Menace and I have a second in progress, as well as a short story collection.

You can connect with me at (I always like meeting and talking to new people):

My Blog: http://sarahalison27.org/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahAlison27

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SarahAlison27

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SarahAlison27

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Time Shifters

5234978Time Shifters by Shanna Lauffey

Synopsis:

An ancient people who can move through time or space…

A secret that never should have been revealed…

One day in a Los Angeles restaurant, Akalya of the Harekaiian witnesses the capture of several of her people and is the only one to get away. Now it is up to her to rescue the captives and learn how… and why… they are being apprehended.

The key lies in discovering who is behind the hunt for her people, when no one should have known they existed.

My Thoughts:

My only complaint with this book was that it was too short, I wanted it to never end. I’ve just gone and Liked Shanna’s Facebook page because I want to know immediately when the second instalment is out.

I really like Shanna’s take on Time travel. I was immediately drawn into the world of the Harekaiian. The main character is a female by the name of Akalya, she felt real and warm to me, I immediately cared about her. Akalya is a Harekaiian and she possesses the ability to move through space and time. Akalya witnesses some of her own kind being kidnapped and takes it upon herself to rescue the captives.

I really enjoyed this story it was fast paced and I didn’t want to put it down. Shanna gives us mystery, suspense, characters you can feel for, plot twists and romance. Even with all the time shifting and jumping around going on Shanna’s writing is of such high quality that as a reader you don’t get lost and are able to keep up with the fast passed action.

As this is the first Novella in a Ten part series and you can tell that the dark dealings of the ‘bad guys’ are only just coming to light and things are only going to get more intense and more interesting.

I am really looking forward to see how it all concludes.

According to Shanna’s website Time Shifters is only available in eBook on Amazon at the moment, but don’t despair if your still not on the eBook train the paperback is in progress and you’ll be able to grab a copy soon. Keep an eye on Shanna’s website http://shannalauffey.weebly.com/ and FB www.facebook.com/ShannaLauffeyBooks page for updates.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

For this week’s challenge, we are asked to write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.

My Brain processing this week’s challenge: Hmm 50 word story –A story has to have a beginning, middle and end. Dang what kind of story can I tell in 50 words. What does 50 words look like, well half of what it looks like when you do the Friday 100 word story challenge, idiot << That was 53 words! Does it count as a story, probably not LOL.

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The savage wind was forcing her closer to the cliff. She just needed to make it to the abandoned mine on Peters Ridge. Battered and bruised by the wind she finally got there. She pulled a blanket out of her backpack and huddled down for an uncomfortable but safe night.

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Bam! 50 words 🙂

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Review on My Mind The Menace

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‘My mind the menace’ by Sarah Fairbairn is an expressive, emotive, and intriguing book of poetry which shook me off balance and reminded me that life was meant for all humans to be cherished and enjoyed. The title, although subversive of the order of the mind, does not undermine Reason as the poetess in all of her poems made a point and delivered a message through an explosive fits of emotions. The poetess’s illusive madness is in fact reason, whereas the order of society, which is under a justifiable hefty criticism by the poetess, is in fact the epitome of madness. The deficient humanism in society is the cause of madness within the poetess. The mind of the poetess may seem at first impression diffused, disordered, and even erratic, but a further extensive read, and a subsequent deep analysis concludes that in fact the poetess is at balance and that she makes very much sense. Her fits of rage are in fact an utterance of humanism, and an indication of virtue and chastity. Bound by moral virtue the poetess naturally admonishes her friends, family, and society. Her super humanism, care for life, and her love for life render her a rebellious poetess. Her rebellion against the madness of the world and against the apathy of her surrounding mates is a war against vanity. It has been a joy for me to read and analyze this book.

Poems analysis:
The uniqueness of divine poetry is often embedded with humor. However, since this collection is at a preliminary stage of exploration, or what is often known as experimental poetry, I did not expect to find any traces of humor. Therefore I was quite surprised by the poem ‘Fire my friend’ as here the last five verses are funny punch lines. The subsequent poem ‘Fend for yourself’ proceeds with the humorous tone, as here the subject of the poetess’s rage, whom is immersed with sadistic apathy, so we learn also from other poems, is reprimanded. The rigorous outrage, however, is hilarious, particularly the fourth line, but there is a point at the end. The cry of the poetess is subversive of the inhuman vice of oblivion. She cares too much, thus when she is encountered with a person who does not care at all, her furious reprimand is justifiable. The reader identifies with the poetess because of her good heart and emotional care for life and for the beauties of life. In the subsequent poem ‘You seek’, which is, in my view, implying that the poetess is an emissary of the light, the humor is expressed in the last three lines of the poem. Her genuine emotions together with her love towards her subject allows her to give vent to the truth from her perspective, thus the punch lines arouse laughter through irony. In the poem ‘Stay or Stray’ there is another expression of the poetess’s wish to escape her horrible reality, but once more, she chooses to stay despite the hardships. The reader learns that she is a responsible parent, compassionate, and altruistic. Many of her harsh expressions throughout the book were made on the spur of the moment, but at the end of the day, the poetess chooses God over the devil, and altruism over selfishness, a fact which renders her admirable, altruistic and heroic. I really thought about the role of the poet here as a super human, or as an epic hero that was born to save mankind. Clearly she is a poetess of the redeemer type whom is misplaced in society. Her place is among the higher ranks of society, but sadly, since society is not a devout of moral virtue that she is bound to suffer. It is tragic in my view that poets are not accepted as moral leaders in society because of ignorance. The relationship of the poetess with the dark world is fascinating as she is in touch with her inner demons and knows how to control them, even though she expresses the complete opposite. In ‘My mind is the menace’ I felt that despite the poetess’s assertions of a rasped mind, it was in fact her good heart that was in a constant struggle. I felt that the way she handled her darkness in such a mild transmutation was in fact a success. Thus, despite her personal conclusion that darkness always triumphs over the light in regard to her emotions, she manages to prove the complete opposite, that the love of life itself is the light that cannot be consumed by darkness. The search of order in this poem reminded me about the first chapter of the bible, in Genesis, when the world was first created out of chaos. The erratic mind in this poem is influenced by a valiant heart that never gives up in the end. In ‘Words in my way’ I have enjoyed the rhymes at the last part of the poem. Although it feels as an experimental poem, it was nicely executed in emotion. I loved the soft tone embedded with the straightforward truth. I did not find any lies in this explosive collection, a fact which renders the poetess loyal and trustworthy a person. In ‘Rat Trap’ I felt for the poetess. Here, her emotional breakdown is subversive of a world of lies and hypocrisy, and subversive of oblivion, lack of compassion, and lack of humanism. This poem, therefore is advocating for humanism and emotion. Generally speaking, the utterances of fury and expressions of rage in language are mere genuine feelings of unrest and frustration, but not without a good reason. The poetess always explains the reasons for her rage, a fact which brings the readers closer to a sensible understanding of her anger. The last poem in this collection ‘Back to shore’ is a genuine cry for help and solidarity. Other moralists will naturally react to the call of the poetess and give her hand and accompany her to the shore of salvation. I have enjoyed the spirit of parenthood and the loyalty of the mother to the laws of nature in the poem ’26 years old’. As a parent I have felt that her child here is a winner of a great mother, as she will nourish her child with love and care. It was a poem of loyalty despite the grumble of a typical poet. ‘Shame’ was an interesting poem, as here the blitz against the unthankful oblivious subject has to do with unreciprocated love and responsibility. It is a poem subversive of neglect, apathy, and spiritual death. ‘This shallow reflection’ is a very critical poem, although I very much disagree with the first line of the poem. The tones of a heartbreak and disappointment reach the climax in the punch line. The dilemma which accompanies the poetess throughout the book is fiercely expressed in ‘Arms around me’. However, despite her mental torture and horrible state of mind she manages always to survive the situation and heal herself. That is a sign of fortitude and endurance. The poem, which I believe really exposes the strength of faith of the poetess here is ‘Slave’, as her rebellion against darkness is in fact rewarded with a final victory. Her victory is in her love of life, in Carpe Diem, and in the fact that she overcomes despair. She lost many battles, but she has always won the war of salvation against vanity; A fact which renders her a savior. Her explosive humanism is a result of her adherence to everlasting love and to the principles of salvation. Her rebellious nature and her true agenda, which is to destroy the polarity of vanity, are also noticed in the powerful poem ‘Tear it down’ as here her straightforward declaration of war is against the kingdom of vain pride. Moreover, this poem is also subversive of the system of man and of the order of society. Basically her declaration of war is against madness which stems from vanity. Therefore the poetess cannot, and will not, conform to a society which enslaves people to lose their true meaning in life, and/or to become automatons. The poetess is subversive of dogmatism and automatism, as she professes for life and advocate for salvation through higher individualism. She lives the moment and that is why she suffers so much, as all those around her have been consumed by vanity. They don’t feel what she feels, because they are asleep in vanity. ‘Dollar’ is another poem which consolidates the poetess rebellion against the system of man, as here many people are subordinated to the money system. But the poetess here goes deeper in her reproach and criticizes the fact that people worship money. She further implies that money is the reason for the madness and oppression of everybody. Even her husband is subjected to her criticism against vanity, but because she is a leader in the moral sphere such a conflict is inevitable as he lacks the insight to fathom her true role in life, which is to lead in morals. The poetess is paradoxically a pathfinder whom is stuck in a lost world. Not because she does not know the way, for she knows the way. But she is stuck because she is deprived from the opportunity to follow her true vocation, because of the primitive dogmas and ignorance of contemporary society. In this poem it is clear that the poetess is a dove of peace that abides by divine law. Her criticism against money is both impressive and admirable. I should remark here that it was a comfort for me to read that despite all the harsh criticism, the poetess never considered her husband, family, and/or friends as enemies. Despite her hard time she lives in unity and harmony with them. The reader should not be judgmental in regard to the use of language in ‘Bad call’ as here the rage of the poetess is associated with the tone of depression. Here the betrayal of her partner and the disappointment that follows justifies her rage. Justice is running deep within the poetess. In the subsequent poem ‘Blue’ I have enjoyed the alliteration and rhymes. However, the strongest assertion of the poetess’s true character appears, in my view, in the poem ‘Hate you’. Her virtue of forgiveness and healing nature seal the poem and in fact nullifies the title. At the end of the day, despite of all the pain, rage, and sufferings, the poetess returns to the oasis of love. This poem reminded me about the second testament in regard to the principle of universal love. However, the poetess’s hot temper and fits of rage do not weaken her boons, but on the contrary. The poetess refuses to yield to apathy, oppression, and/or to injustice, and therefore she makes noise, rebels and whines, criticizes and scolds. She is the equivalent of an erupted volcano, only that the lava here is in fact love. The first line of ‘One day in bed’ is a very interesting declaration of non conformism. Solitude becomes a middle ground, but calling her non conformism sin only reminds the reader how rugged is the law of man in comparison with the law of nature. The poetess’s adherence to nature and to the love of life is at endless conflict with human society, because human society lacks love and compassion. The rhythm and emotional drift in ‘The land of Z’ were enjoyable, whereas in the subsequent poem ‘Teenage games’ it was the sense of motion and change which provoked the mind of the reader. Here I really felt the hidden message of Carpe Diem as life is a very brief moment and full of changes, like the currents of the sea or like the wind in the sky. In ‘Way out of bounds’ the sense of betrayal and the deep pain involved resurfaces, to suggest that poetry for the poetess is a healer. ‘Day’ was an interesting poem to analyze as here the rhymes and the mild tempo were compatible with the mood, which was somewhat a bland of melancholy tinged with an epic notion. ‘Food’ surprised me in the valiant separation between the material world and the spiritual world. The poetess is definitely metaphysical and her awareness of food’s damage to her body and soul in instructive. I thought that it was not a coincidence that the poetess used the word evil in association with money and food in this collection, as both money and food corrupts mankind and are the roots of evil when abuse is involved. The poetess advocates for the balance and not for the loss of it. Hence, her poetry is subversive of materialism, as it promotes higher values and calls for a new way of life in a higher level of consciousness. ‘In the mirror’ was a harsh poem of self criticism. I felt sorry for the poetess to be so harsh on herself. It could, however, be interpreted as criticism against lack of achievements in regard to human experience rather than a dissatisfaction that stems from a lower self esteem. The poetess, nevertheless, is fixated on moral order and I believe that one of the flaws of such a wonderful order is harsh self criticism. ‘The beast’ is a great poem, as here I have truly identified with the poetess. It was probably the most realistic poem in regard to humanism. The recognition of the dark side is denied by many humans, yet the poetess speaks of it here in truth, and I felt that she was in fact in control of her beast. The awareness of the beast and the acceptance of its needs are clearly understood and respected by the poetess. And here I felt that her criticism against the confinement of a human being is justified, as we are not robots programmed to work for the system of man, we are human beings that were born to enjoy life. Society has subordinated human beings and demonized them, calling them beasts when they dream to have a real life, a better life, thus the poetess here is definitely a redeemer and a savior. It was definitely one of the strongest messages in this book. The struggle of Yin and Yang is implied in this poem and it suggests that the balance is in fact attainable. T he poetess, despite her survival in the system of man, is a metaphysical realist, and a rebel that refuses to bow down to the vanity of society. She is devoted to humanity, a fact which renders her a super human. The last line in ‘Take me home’ was a call to return home to the realm of salvation, as life on earth is quite a horrible experience for a higher being. It was an emotional poem, in which the soul yearns to return to the heavenly realm. In ‘Conflicted’ I was blown away by the striking following lines:

‘It feels like I’m about to give birth
Give birth to a clouded second earth’

It was a wonderful way for the poetess to express her melancholy mood, but her powerful tone suggests that she has a divine faculty and even an apocalyptic connection. Here is where poetry becomes prophetic and supreme. The mention of home later in the poem, once more imply as for the metaphysical rank of her soul. It was a brilliant poem despite the final confessions of apprehension and fear. My favorite poems in this book were ‘Angry’, ‘How low’ and ‘The Boy’. In ‘The Boy’ there was a grand message which is adverse to the belief in divine intervention. That was simply a great realization of the truth, as many people fails to understand it. The poetess realized that her only way out of the abyss of darkness can occur with an individual intervention of her own self. Her altruism won’t help her; she needs to realize that selfishness is not always the enemy. One has to save oneself. It was simply a superb poem of self realization through agony. ‘Angry’ was simply the best rebellious poem in this poem. The poetess is an advocate of higher of individualism, and her anger is in fact liberating. Moreover, her seemingly loss of situation has to do with the low gravity of human society. I felt for her rebellious spirit because she was right. Her convictions were aligned with the balance of justice. Her unique individualism is not appreciated and that is a natural cause for frustration. For me, however, the best poem in this book was ‘How low’ because the final line was an expression of a doubt, and yet the poetess came out stronger with this soul feeding collection of poetry. Paradoxically, the poetess meant how high she can soar, and I feel that her creativity will definitely make a difference in the world. Poets are the true moral leaders of society. Sarah Fairbairn is the evidence of such a proclamation. Her way to bloom, however, requires light, water, and a good soil. I truly hope that her family, friends, and society will accept her for who she really is: a volcanic poetess of justice and righteousness. She is truly wearing the garment of a literary sage and a fair judge.

Additional characteristics and epithets: Honest, sensible, diffusing, ethical, straightforward, temperamental, sensitive, critical, admonisher, emotional, rebellious, spiritual guide, judgmental, epic, humorous, divine, veracious, celestial and sentimental.

#PoetryMonth: a preview from My Mind the Menace, by @SarahAlison27

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SmashCoverMy Mind the Menace a debut poetry collection by new to the publishing world poet Sarah Fairbairn.

This is a collection from a darker period in Sarah’s life, a period she is happy to say she made it through. Here as a teaser is two poems from the collection available now at Smashwords.

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Shame

You are self-scented
But self-sufficient you are not
Your arguments for your behaviour are rot
You will never grow up
You were not taught how
A responsible adult is all I ask for
All I get is a childish howl
You are never happy with what you’ve got
And some of what you think you’ve got
You have not
You lost my love
Betrayed by my fraying heart
From this life we started living
I did depart
I am not only to blame
Although I’ll take on all the shame
To washed up madness you have…

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Be Free

She sits alone in the dark

Afraid to light her torch

For fear of what she might see

She can hear the creatures crawling

How close they must be

The darkness in her mind all consuming

The beasts won’t let her be reprieved

Then someone steps up with their torches blazing

Attempting to help her be free

The light from their glow is rather daunting

She’s not sure if she can leave

She sees her surroundings

The stranger’s presence commanding

As he turns and starts to lead

She follows faithfully

And they find a better and brighter way to be

The stranger a stranger no more

He helped her find the strength to leave

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This Poem is out of my in progress collection “The World Around Me” that will, fingers crossed, be published soon.

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My First Collection “My Mind The Menace” was published late last month. YAY! accomplished.

Check it out – If you Dare!

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Dementional by Tonya Cannariato

Dementional by Tonya Cannariato @tmycann

Goodreads Synopsis:

Mark Inman has two loves: particle physics and Sarah. She agrees to become his wife at the same time his experiment to find the Higgs boson goes off the rails.

Journey with Mark while his existence melts and reforms in unpredictable ways as the veils between realities thin. His exploration of the minutiae of quantum physics builds a fascinating tapestry of alternate universes.

His search for survival, and the search for meaning and what is real, drive Mark as he experiences lives he never dreamed possible. His only touchstones: find Sarah and find his way home.

My Thoughts:

“I’m beginning to think every timeline has a moment of crisis – a turning point when that reality’s participants are forced to choose whether their space-time implodes or evolves.”

Thank you Tonya, Five Stars. The last couple of books I’ve reviewed didn’t had any love in them, this did, THANK YOU. So so so much love. This is a beautiful story about True Love and Soul Mates. This adventure through time and parallel dimensions, gives us science to make us think and an everlasting bond between a husband and wife that makes you feel good inside.

I really enjoyed this book, it was fresh and unlike everything else I’ve been reading lately. I loved how the story made me think about parallel and alternate versions of myself. I wanted Mark to shift to the next dimension, but then I didn’t because I was enjoying it, I wanted him to get home. I was so caught up and wanted to see how it would all end, but I was mourning the loss of Petal as well. I loved how even amongst the scientific research and theories that spiritualty and love was all up in there as well. I don’t want to say too much and give the story away (Go & Read it), but I loved going on this trip with Mark and Sarah it was brilliant.

Authors Good reads page: http://www.goodreads.com/tmycann 

I found this book through Booktastik >> Great site check it out >> http://booktastik.com/

 

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine. This is my first time doing a fiction piece for my entry. I normally relate the topic to my life somehow but this time I decided to do a flash fiction piece. Hope you like it.

Stephanie stood in a state of shock. She just couldn’t fathom it. The strikingly handsome man standing in front of her was telling her his name was Rylan and he was her great grandson from the future and they had to go into the past to save the whole family from a curse that was playing out in his lifetime. Steph needed to sit down. Steph needed at double shot of tequila.

The more she looked at Rylan the more she thought he looked familiar, the more she saw a resemblance between him and her high school sweetheart Tom. He had Tom’s vibrant emerald eyes, scruffy unruly dark brown hair and the shame shaped face, although she never got to see Tom reach his full potential as a man. When she looked at Rylan’s strong broad form, she couldn’t help imagine that’s how he would have turned out. Too beautiful for words.

As Rylan lead her outside to his time machine, which to her eyes just looked like an old beaten up Hilux 4WD Ute. She couldn’t help but think about the last time she had seen Tom. They had been fifteen at the time. Neither of their families approved of their connection. Rylan was from a very wealthy family with a money hungry ogre of a father. Tom’s father wanted Rylan to focus on his studies and join the family law firm or follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a well noted surgeon. Nothing less would do and as far as he was concerned Stephanie and her whole family would ruin the Goodwells reputation.

As for Steph’s family, her father had been killed in a coal mining accident when she was only fine and she’d grown up an only child living with her Grandmother Martha and mother May, both practising loyal religious Wiccans. The three of them lived as green a life as possible, loving and respecting nature, but this ‘hippy’ approach made the neighbourhood think they were crazy hippies and witches.

While all three of the ladies had traditional witchy powers the reason the natural witches blood line had survived so long was because they didn’t go around reading people fortunes or making love potions, or messing with fate or other people’s lives. They simply worshiped and worked the land and tried to keep their ceremonies a secret.

Tom knew what Steph was, she had let him carry out simple thankfulness and happiness ceremonies with him. In fact he was the only person she’d ever spoke to outside of the family about any of it. Everyone at school just thought she was some tree loving hippy and she was ok with that.

Steph was snapped out of her daydream to reality when she saw inside the old Hilux. Where the simple old Hilux Dash should have been there was flashing lights, buttons and things she couldn’t describe, it looked like something out of a fighter jet. A futurist fighter jet. She questioned Rylan as to what exactly he needed her help with and where they were going. Problem was she wasn’t really listening, she kept thinking about Tom. So when there was a high pitch squeal and a flash of bright white light she had no idea what was going on.

As the light faded and she looked around, she was in the bush up the back of her old high school. But this bush didn’t exist anymore it had been turned into a shopping complex and a new housing estate. She got out of the Hilux / Time Machine and looked around dazed, as she looked back down towards the school, she could she two kids running flat out to get back inside the grounds. It was her and Tom. It sent a shiver down her spine, so many times had her and Tom snuck out of the grounds to muck around in the caves at the back of the school.

Stephanie looked around for Rylan still trying to believe what her eyes saw. Rylan was standing at the entrance of one of the caves beckoning her in, she shook her head as she reached where he was standing and demanded to know what was going on and why he had brought her here, he rolled his eyes and went into a long winded explanation, she only caught bits of it as she was staring back down the hill reminiscing. She caught about this much; On this day in the caves she had lost a bracelet and Rylan had brought her back to find it, because unbeknown to her, her mother or her grandmother the bracelet that had been passed down through the family wasn’t just a good luck type charm bracelet as they had always thought, it did in fact have secret shielding abilities against something called a Vaper, she didn’t want to know what that was. She was confused as to why he couldn’t just look for it himself, but he stated that no one had ever seen it since her, so he didn’t know what it looked like. Strange she thought, but she continued to describe it. She was really starting to think that nothing made sense, like how did he know she lost it on this day and how did he even know it ever existed, and hell a frigging time machine that looked like an old Ute. Before she could make up her mind as were to go from here, Rylan shouted ‘’FOUND IT” and held the Amethyst and Onyx bracket that Steph hadn’t seen for years in his hand. Steph was starting to worry that she may have made some sort of monumental mistake, but she got no impression of evil or wrong doing from Rylan, in fact when she read his soul, he seemed perfectly pure. This puzzled her even more.

Rylan hurried her back to the Ute and before she knew it she was standing on the curb of her apartment block watching Rylan drive down the street then bursting into a ball of light.

She felt like she was going to pass out, she was so overwhelmed. She went inside and made a cup of tea, but nothing would calm her down. She went down to the garages and reversed out her hybrid Honda Civic and floored the little engine as fast as she could over to her Grandmother and Mother’s house, the house she grew up in, there she thought she’d be safe and could talk this all out with her favourite two people on earth.

As Steph pulled into the street she saw a black BMW parked out the front of their house. Her whole body started to shake and her vision went fuzzy. She was screaming at herself in her head “WHAT HAVE I DONE”. As she got out of her car and walked to the front door she could see her mum talking to someone, he turned around and at first she thought it was Rylan, then he spoke and called out her name. It was Tom. She promptly passed out and fell in a heap on the front lawn.

The end …… Or is it?

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