Rebecca Patton
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Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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Life Moves On
Tarron, Ruith, and a few other elves arrived at the scene not long after that, all on the shoulders of the giants. Haganto was immediately bombarded with questions while he received a healing spell from Ruith. The elf quickly realized that while his wound was a bite mark, he couldn’t detect any of Agron’s venom. Haganto did his best to answer all their questions, despite their growing incredulous looks and expressions of shocked disbelief. Not that Haganto blamed them.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
End of the Storm
Pain. That was all he knew, that was all he could think about. Pain shot from his arm to his brain, to the rest of his body, then back to his arm again, like a bolt of lightning getting reborn again and again. Black clouded his vision, and he had no idea if he was standing or lying down. He couldn’t even tell if he was conscious or if this all was just some horrible, never-ending nightmare.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Only Five Minutes
Sheriff Parker popped a tic-tac (strawberry and cream flavored) into his mouth to calm the nerves in his stomach. He looked around and saw that the civilians in the town square were either talking amicably with each other or waiting patiently for their mayor and the town council to arrive. He looked up and saw the sun shining brightly and warmly, without a cloud in the sky. Sheriff Parker looked at his watch and read the time as 2:43 pm. The solstice ceremony was supposed to start at 2:45 pm, and his Deputy just radioed him that he, Mayor Cox, and the others were one minute out.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Try Again and Again
Ashlyn was suddenly standing on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building, with the full moon shining high in the sky. She had no memory of how she got there, or how long she had been standing there. Ashlyn was just there, standing in the slightly chilly air, and she wasn’t alone. A man was sitting alone on a bench several feet away, his eyes facing downward and with his hands folded in his lap. Chances were high that he didn’t know Ashlyn was there. No, she knew that he didn’t know that she was there.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
