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March 31, 2019
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crystal ball assures existence, but when separated from its divine setting many
years ago, its waning vigor generates panic; various worlds will cease to
subsist if not found in time.
search intensifies as witches and mortals together strive to elude the
obstructions of specters, including a demon, in their expeditious intent to
exclude the probability of perpetual darkness.
       Rena faced the doors of Whilom
Elementary once again. She stared at the crevices she had never taken notice of
all those years walking toward them. There was no reason to turn back; it was
only an urge. Just as she was about to turn away, she gazed downwards, slowly;
one door was ajar.
probably didn’t leave yet,’ she thought because the door was slightly open.
Ms. Biddock’s reaction frightened Rena, she understood the reason for her
terrifying behavior: it must have been humiliating for her watching her
colleagues walk away without offering to help her off the floor.
she murmured, scratching her chin, contemplating about whether to shut the
door. “Maybe Ms. Biddock has cooled down and will offer her apologizes to
was eager to give Ms. Biddock the opportunity to do so. With each passing
minute, which had only been about three, since the time of the “closing of the
door,” she decided to take that chance.
Hello?” She peeked, bug-eyed, tentatively pushing the doors ajar. “Can anyone
hear me?”
had shone through the old classroom windows; its rays beamed vibrantly through
the unclosed entries, and into the deserted hallways.
walked inside and stopped at the corner of the hallway that led to Ms. Biddock’s
office. The entrance was welcoming; the light was on, an indication that she
was still there. Rena proceeded, soundlessly, until a distant voice was
perceived, mumbling; she believed it to be that of the principal … Ms. Biddock.
the teachers came back,” Rena whispered under her breath. “She can’t be talking
to herself.”
used many words to describe what I seek! I’ve searched for passages until blood
showed on my feet!”
stopped; her eyes grew larger; she looked to her left and then to her right.
I was wrong.” She remained still, and then the bellowing chant had startled her
yet again.
have asked repeatedly, help with my finding, the place where these memories and
I were residing!”
rapidly supplanted the sun’s warm rays right before a storm produced
instantaneously. Ear-piercing thunder resonated within the school building, consolidated
with twisting winds that had abruptly slammed all the doors shut. Rena’s
trembling hands capped her ears, and her eyes squinted as she flinched with
pain. It was in that moment when she had decided—it was time to leave; however,
a similar overwhelming urge enticed her just as it had on the school’s front
steps: whether Ms. Biddock would apologize.
eyes half-closed, Rena moved through the vigorous winds, and victoriously
achieved the course that would conduct to her desired direction by way of the
light glaring through the frosted glass atop the office entryway. She extended
her arms outward and expressed perseverance, striving for Ms. Biddock’s door,
and seized hold of the doorknob.
triumphed in achieving her arduous grasp.
tremoring hands and all her weight—all ninety pounds, Rena pushed upon the
door, until there was an opportunity; little by little it opened; she persisted
her fight against the storm, but she wasn’t strong enough; the winds on the
other side were as vigorous, prompting her strength to weaken. The slight
access she had obtained—closed; nonetheless, she refused to give up, and shoved
again upon that office door, hard, and then even harder. It was surely opening,
slightly, and more, and then more; she hurriedly stuck her foot inside,
wiggling within the snug opening; then instantly, she was intrigued by the
ceiling turned open sky of stupendous swirling clouds, the roaring of deep
rumbles of thunder, and bursts of flashes of lightning!
dominated the rattling door with one hand while the other kept back her
‘tangled hair in the wind’ away from her face. Then, staring at her was a woman
with piercing, glowing green eyes, which Rena had imagined, derived from the
flashes of lightning.
… Biddock?” she questioned aloud over twisting winds.
Ms. Biddock turned away. She held out her arms under the blustery sky, aiming
her gold, etched wand, as lightning strikes soared out of its wooden tip.
distinguished one of the letters carved into the wand—the letter M; afterward,
she was drawn to an outlandish desk, covered by an old, green leather-bound
book, with bright lights beaming out of its oversized pages.
Biddock lowered her arms; her black layered gown waved simultaneously with her
loose hair blowing wildly.
I tell you to leave!” she yelled.
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and raised in New Jersey, she currently resides in Florida.
her spare time, she writes poems, novels, and savors in the opportunity to read
an enthralling story.
novel, A New World Fantasy Novel Trilogy, was written to capture the minds of
fantasy novel readers with unique characters fitted in a montage of events as
they set on an enigmatic adventure.
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Fantasy Fiction
Date Published:  03-18-2017
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Fiery fissures close, and thick descending clouds dissipate, revealing the heavenly skies of Wanderamid, and its neighboring worlds. Nevertheless, evil lurks amid the celebration of sustained existence. A demon known as, Lepper, discerns one whose blood runs through pulsating veins, like his own. It provokes his diabolic interest to heighten, and motivates him to search for this individual. He embarks on his pursuit by going through electrifying portals, no longer accessible to mortals, ever since Wanderamid’s crystal ball was placed back to its rightful place, in palms of stone.
Emera, Wanderamid’s powerful witch, finds out about her son’s imminent transformation. His demonic fate leaves her in grave disbelief. She has no notion where he could be, and unaware that he is the purpose for a demon’s hunt!
The peephole’s first vision was that of a man sitting beside an old woman, seemingly ill, and oddly grinning down at her, while she, surprised, looked up at him.
“Why did you come back?” she asked sadly.
“You don’t seem at all happy to see me, Mother. I wanted to make sure you were on your way to the heavens you’ve always dreamed your ‘spirit’ would rise up to.” He smiled with his arms raised high.
“I’m not departing any time soon, my son. It’s only my weakness increasing. I’ve always wished the same for you too, but you chose to accept eternity in the deep depths of ….” She turned her head away, unable to finish.
“You can’t even say it.” He chuckled. “Use ‘eternal flames’, or ‘darkness’, Mother! Can your cracked old lips say those words instead?”
She forced herself to see his red glaring eyes again, and when she did, she reminisced about the day she had given birth to him. If only he had not chosen to welcome his demonic inheritance.
“I tried to save you… both of my sons. I would have given my life.”
“Hmm,” his voice murmured, unimpressed by her boring statement of unconditional love. “Daeg is not as I. He has more of your soul… your ‘pathetic’ soul. Besides, when death finds him, he will be shunned out from any ‘darkness’ and rise up to your precious heavens!” He laughed. “On the other hand, you saved Father! Be glad for that! You turned his soul to be weak as yours with your ‘love’—and now he’s dead!”
Tears escaped her solemn stare.
“I’ve prayed that my boys would find someone to love them as much as I did your father. He loved me the same, yes, but he was not weak. His love was strong. That’s how he became free from the temptations with the dark world.”
“I don’t have any storage for sympathy; Mother,” he replied, “and I don’t have a heart to share with anyone.”
“How can you say such a thing? You have a heart. When you were born… you had a heart. I felt it beating… and nurtured it,” she said, even though he was visibly dispassionate.
“Oh, I will deceive someone, with my fake heart, and she will bear my child. That child will follow me after choosing my ‘gift of eternal darkness,’ and then walk beside me.”
Even to imagine that as her unborn grandchild’s fate sickened her more, as she lay in a fragile spell.
“Please—don’t encourage an innocent child to a life of despair,” she pleaded. “If you can do anything for me, I beg of you, grant me that.”
“I’m your son! You didn’t steer me your way!” He glared at her ferociously.
“Your father and I both gave our sons love. What you boys choose will be your destiny. It’s not up to me, although I tried my best!” she cried.
About the Author
I. V.Phillips has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Her supernatural beliefs inspired A New World Fantasy Novel Trilogy.
Born and raised in New Jersey, she now resides in Florida.
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