Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.
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How today’s story excerpt can help you:
Theme: We have the power within us to make ourselves, and those around us, feel alive or dead.
Story Excerpt: (right side)
filled Michelle’s vision.
Few at first, but then multiplying
by tens and then hundreds.
She could tell they were human,
yet they looked as if they were in decay
some at faster rates
They emerged from the darkness of the wood.
They rose from the depths of the ground,
and they began to move
towards the mountain.
The Thundering snatched the binoculars
away from Michelle, and time passed by
The bodies were moving, and moving fast.
By the time the Thunder Being
took the binoculars from his face
they were almost upon them
scaling, scratching, and screeching.
A surge of electricity shot down
into her central nervous system
as one actually touched the leather
of her black boot.
But as the Thunder Being went to lift Michelle
into his arms she noticed
the half-dead seemed restored
human once more.
She could not go back and confirm or negate
what had happened, for she was being carried away
from the howling winds and rattling
that was now surrounding them.
And thew the swaying up down jerking motion
of being carried back to the might Black Steed,
she swore she heard their dry, dead voice in the winds,
“Cut off….No hope…”
past the petrified fear
something inside of her wanted to go back
and touch them.