Writing Excerpts by Arrai'El
an excerpt from....
"Rapture - Harvest of Souls"
Chapter 5
"Journey of the Lost"
Alex awakened with a start, feeling something wasn't quite right. She sat up and looked at her watch. It was late. Damn! She'd overslept but wait..that wasn't it. Something else was wrong! The sun had almost set. Alex stood up and could hardly keep her balance. The ocean waves looked bigger as she looked out across the grayish Atlantic ocean with waves touched by white breakers. She had fallen asleep on the little Jet-Pro Sea Skimmer she had rented for two days. It was now rocking back and forth from the waves.
Suddenly a noise, she'd never heard, riveted her attention!
The noise, growing louder, was coming from somewhere...above! She didn't want to but slowly turned her head to look up. What she saw didn't make any sense! A bright green cloud of enormous size rolling in upon itself with arcs of flashing white light! And it was dropping down straight towards her!
She jumped into action. How could she have slept so long was a mystery in itself, but this!? She was getting the hell outta` there!
She turned the key in the ignition of the Jet-Pro. Nothing. Not even a sputter. She tried again. It was totally dead! What tha-?
She heard the noise again and looked up. It reminded her of a howling angry monster! She walked towards it, mouth open, mesmerized, wondering what the hell WAS this thing!?
Now it was much closer! Almost on top of her! She knew it was crazy but felt it was coming straight for her! She couldn't help it... she found herself backing away until the radio mic hit the small of her back. Turning quickly, she grabbed the mic. Hit Talk!
"May Day! May Day! Jet-Pro 34-oh- "
Then she heard it again but now it was all around her! The noise was unlike anything she could remember! She felt a coldness that seemed to penetrate every cell of her being! She couldn't see the ocean or the boat. She stuck out her hand and, without any effort, saw her own aura! The very air crackled with some type of electrical energy. She screamed into the mic-
"May Day! May Day! Jet-Pro! Alexandra -"
Everything began to spin. Round and round. Then down. Down. Deeper and deeper. She felt herself falling, falling. Then faster and faster. The roar of the cloud was around her. Inside her. The noise was deafening! Then blackness totally engulfed her.
In a twinkling, the green cloud was gone. The radio mic dropped from empty space to the floor of the sleek Jet-Pro, its' motor suddenly roared to life. The radio came on.
"-way. Jet-Pro. Over" the male voice stopped.
Silence. Dead silence.
"This is the United States Coast Guard. Jet-Pro. We copy you. ETA in l2 minutes. Do you read? Over."
There was no answer because, along with the green cloud, Alexandra Sky had disappeared from the face of the earth.
Excerpt from the WGA registered script "Harvest of Souls"
Copyright 1997-2009 All Rights Reserved
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an excerpt from....
"The Retribution"
He was now able to admit it - he was afraid to go to sleep alone because sometimes 'they' were there too. It had freaked him out and he had taken to only sleeping in the day if he could help it. And it was hell on his social life because once his lady friends would awaken to cold fingers along their arms, hands (or other exposed body parts) that would be the end of that! And now this?! Maggio i san lo conservano!! WAS he going nutso!?
Suddenly, he was quickly brought back to the present with loud knocks on the hotel room door. Slow. Even. Dull.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He grabbed his piece and in two strides was there with gun cocked and aimed.
"Who tha' fuck is it?"
No answer. Yet no one - but NO one - knew he was there. The front desk clerk had been lured away and he had taken a key to this wing that was abandoned for months after a fire left a lot of smoke damage. Not rentable. Vacant.
He waited a heartbeat then threw the door open. The dimly lit hallway was empty. He looked down both ends and no one human could have run that fast without him seeing or hearing them. No one should be in that part of the hotel. It was probably just a vagrant trying to hustle somebody. But, still he found himself shivering and quickly closed the door. Sometimes they liked to "knock" on his doors. Maybe that psychic had gotten a message from them and he should listen. Quit the business. Stop the killing for money. Although he had a very luxurious lifestyle few people had and most could not even imagine. Only the best restaurants. Three-piece suits and Leather attire by the best Italian leather craftsman! All customized for him. He had three homes and a villa in the South of France. Quitting all that dough? A "target" that was high up could earn him an easy half a mil or more. Still, it wasn't easy to quit that kind of money. And, once you accepted a "hit" from The Family you either "do" it or they "did" you. He had no choice.
"They" also seemed to follow him no matter where he went. He had once rented a cabin out in the Vermont countryside with nothing but snow, maples and elk for miles around. But the first night the same type of knock on the door. He had opened the door and no one was there. Then he happened to look down and saw footprints in the snow. He had looked around the entire cabin but saw, nor heard, anything. Or anyone. No vehicle tracks only those footprints. So, he had followed them and after about 7 feet from the cabin they ended. In the middle of nowhere! As if someone had either, parachuted down from the sky and landed perfectly or had seemingly appeared out of thin air. He had chosen the first option for the sake of his own sanity. Madre del dio! Salvo me. He had not gone to confession since he was 15. Maybe it was time.
A brief excerpt from "The Retribution" - a supernatural thriller
Copyright 1991-2009 All Rights Reserved
***********************************************
"The Ghost Diaries: De Ja Vu"
Under a sky filled with puffy white clouds with sparkling glints from a late afternoon sun, an eagle flies unerringly thru a thick cloud bank. The clouds part like wisps of smoke to reveal a 747 straight ahead. The bird flies closer and closer towards the plane and drops down slightly going towards the windows. One window in particular. A young woman seems to be asleep, her head leaning back in the seat. The eagle flies straight to her. Just before it gets to the window the woman opens her eyes and makes eye contact with the eagle. After a heartbeat, it flies up and above and out of sight. How in the world could an eagle fly so close to the plane she wondered? Then shrugged and laid back into her seat staring out her window at the sea of clouds and a cobalt blue sky.
A NARRATIVE begins in a woman's soft voice:
My name is Destinee Sterling. The eagle is just one of the many strange and bizarre things that seem to happen to me since childhood. The eagle's appearance had something to do with my future. Time will tell.
I'd just accepted a job as a governess to a widowed father and his 8 year old daughter only a week earlier. They live in upstate New York in a mansion bordering on a lake called Spirit Lake. It was the same lake that the little girls' mother had died mysteriously barely 6 months earlier. The agency, that assigned me the job, said they had a lot of other governesses leave and I was their (and the Devereauxs) last hope.
This job had come at a perfect time - when I needed to get away from a man who had turned out to be the love of my life - my soul mate.
I was madly in love with him and he with me but the closer we got the stranger my life became. He had a way of affecting me on so many levels. He even affected my dreams. Enough said.
So, here I was winging my way to a job that offered 3 times the going salary, a country like setting in a part of New York I had never been and some quiet time to myself to just think about things until it was time to meet the little girl after she came home from the private school she attended.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now approaching Newark International Airport. Please fasten your seat belts-"
I closed the book I had been reading and packed it back in my carry-all and fastened my seat belt. And thought again about him. Sundance.The man who had first come to me in my dreams. My thoughts then replayed the last time I saw him only hours earlier.
"Why are you doing this, Destinee? To us? To our future? You know we were meant to be together!"
As he held me in his arms so close to his chest I could feel his heart beat I wondered why he had to even ask.
"Sundance, I just need some time away. Sometime to sort things out. You have to know that I'm just not ready....for.. all this..." her voice had trailed off.
Sundance was a tall, dark handsome man but with the strangest grayish-blue eyes I had ever seen. His strong chin and chiseled cheek bones always reminded her of a proud Indian chief. His long dark hair was braided into a neat ponytail. His gorgeous looks could melt a glacier!
He stepped back from her, looking deeply into her eyes and said slowly,
"Darling, I know what you want more than you do. Yes. One day we will settle down and have a family but right now there is just too much spiritual work to do. Its' one of the things I liked about you. You want to help people just like I do. Just not ready for the freaky stuff, right? But, darling... it comes with the territory!"
As she started to turn away, Sundance reached out his hand and caught her shoulder. Destinee stopped. Her wavy jet-black hair fell across her face with the sudden halt. He pulled it back from her face and turned her around to face him looking into eyes that could literally see into his very soul and wondered at how so beautiful one woman could be, inside and out.
"That's what's wrong, Destinee, you think you can run away from yours? Well, you can't. It has a way of finding YOU. You do remember the dream that brought us together, don't you?"
She tore herself away from his arms and picked up her carry ons and walked away hurriedly to the checkpoint. She answered the few questions with scarcely a thought, with bowed head. Once she was thru she looked back. He was still there looking like she had just stabbed him. And she guessed- in manner of speaking - she had. Through stinging tears she boarded the huge 747 and didn't dare look back again.
A gentle bump brought her back to the present and told her that they had just landed. She unbuckled her seat belt and got her carry-ons, laptop and purse. Mr. Devereaux had said he would send a driver to pick her up. She brushed away a lone tear and walked off the plane.
The man holding the sign, "Destinee Sterling", was a smiling good-natured older man. He tipped his hat when she introduced herself and took her bags, her laptop and led her to the limo. After seeing that she was settled in the back of the limo he took her claim ticket and retrieved her luggage for her. What service! She could get used to this!
Within 20 minutes they were on the way out of the city and toward the place she would call home for the next year. Across the border and into upstate New York.
Soon after, with the city behind them, they sped thru the aspen lined country road, with the sun slowly setting, Destinee felt like she was seeing it all over again after crossing the border into New York state. At this thought she became alert. She KNEW she had never been to this part of New York.. .yet the trees and the rolling land reminded her of something so familiar...so dear...?
She shook her head to clear it of these strange and unwanted emotions. This couldn't be happening. It had to be the emotional good-bye from Sundance. His hurt. The guilt she was probably feeling was causing this...? But that made no sense...this was classic deja vu! And for a land she had never been to her whole life!
Just then she saw a stately ash tree, huge branch hanging over the highway. Then the road began to go up a gentle incline. An almost overpowering sense of coming Home swept over her! No way! This couldn't possibly be! But after a moment she stopped fighting it and began looking at the wonder of it all! Everything seemed to be greeting her like a long lost friend! She couldn't believe it! Didn't want to but knew she was definitely experiencing classic signs of de ja vu!
The closer they got to the mansion the stronger the feelings were until she found herself knowing where the next turn would be, the road that led to the nearby lake and when they turned on the street that led to the mansion she knew it before the chauffeur told her! This was stunning to her as she could now feel her heart beginning to race within her chest.
A long private drive led thru stately oaks and gorgeous evergreens. She pressed a button and thru the open window wafted a scent that literally transported her even more. But it was now a smart and stylish carriage she was riding up to the mansion in! And a leather-clad hand squeezed hers. She turned-
An Excerpt from "The Ghost Diaries - De Ja Vu"
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"Rapture - Harvest of Souls"
Chapter 5
"Journey of the Lost"
Excerpt from the WGA registered script "Harvest of Souls"
Copyright 1997-2009 All Rights Reserved
************************************************
an excerpt from....
"The Retribution"
A brief excerpt from "The Retribution" - a supernatural thriller
Copyright 1991-2009 All Rights Reserved
***********************************************
"The Ghost Diaries: De Ja Vu"
Under a sky filled with puffy white clouds with sparkling glints from a late afternoon sun, an eagle flies unerringly thru a thick cloud bank. The clouds part like wisps of smoke to reveal a 747 straight ahead. The bird flies closer and closer towards the plane and drops down slightly going towards the windows. One window in particular. A young woman seems to be asleep, her head leaning back in the seat. The eagle flies straight to her. Just before it gets to the window the woman opens her eyes and makes eye contact with the eagle. After a heartbeat, it flies up and above and out of sight. How in the world could an eagle fly so close to the plane she wondered? Then shrugged and laid back into her seat staring out her window at the sea of clouds and a cobalt blue sky.
A NARRATIVE begins in a woman's soft voice:
My name is Destinee Sterling. The eagle is just one of the many strange and bizarre things that seem to happen to me since childhood. The eagle's appearance had something to do with my future. Time will tell.
I'd just accepted a job as a governess to a widowed father and his 8 year old daughter only a week earlier. They live in upstate New York in a mansion bordering on a lake called Spirit Lake. It was the same lake that the little girls' mother had died mysteriously barely 6 months earlier. The agency, that assigned me the job, said they had a lot of other governesses leave and I was their (and the Devereauxs) last hope.
This job had come at a perfect time - when I needed to get away from a man who had turned out to be the love of my life - my soul mate.
I was madly in love with him and he with me but the closer we got the stranger my life became. He had a way of affecting me on so many levels. He even affected my dreams. Enough said.
So, here I was winging my way to a job that offered 3 times the going salary, a country like setting in a part of New York I had never been and some quiet time to myself to just think about things until it was time to meet the little girl after she came home from the private school she attended.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now approaching Newark International Airport. Please fasten your seat belts-"
I closed the book I had been reading and packed it back in my carry-all and fastened my seat belt. And thought again about him. Sundance.The man who had first come to me in my dreams. My thoughts then replayed the last time I saw him only hours earlier.
"Why are you doing this, Destinee? To us? To our future? You know we were meant to be together!"
As he held me in his arms so close to his chest I could feel his heart beat I wondered why he had to even ask.
"Sundance, I just need some time away. Sometime to sort things out. You have to know that I'm just not ready....for.. all this..." her voice had trailed off.
Sundance was a tall, dark handsome man but with the strangest grayish-blue eyes I had ever seen. His strong chin and chiseled cheek bones always reminded her of a proud Indian chief. His long dark hair was braided into a neat ponytail. His gorgeous looks could melt a glacier!
He stepped back from her, looking deeply into her eyes and said slowly,
"Darling, I know what you want more than you do. Yes. One day we will settle down and have a family but right now there is just too much spiritual work to do. Its' one of the things I liked about you. You want to help people just like I do. Just not ready for the freaky stuff, right? But, darling... it comes with the territory!"
As she started to turn away, Sundance reached out his hand and caught her shoulder. Destinee stopped. Her wavy jet-black hair fell across her face with the sudden halt. He pulled it back from her face and turned her around to face him looking into eyes that could literally see into his very soul and wondered at how so beautiful one woman could be, inside and out.
"That's what's wrong, Destinee, you think you can run away from yours? Well, you can't. It has a way of finding YOU. You do remember the dream that brought us together, don't you?"
She tore herself away from his arms and picked up her carry ons and walked away hurriedly to the checkpoint. She answered the few questions with scarcely a thought, with bowed head. Once she was thru she looked back. He was still there looking like she had just stabbed him. And she guessed- in manner of speaking - she had. Through stinging tears she boarded the huge 747 and didn't dare look back again.
A gentle bump brought her back to the present and told her that they had just landed. She unbuckled her seat belt and got her carry-ons, laptop and purse. Mr. Devereaux had said he would send a driver to pick her up. She brushed away a lone tear and walked off the plane.
The man holding the sign, "Destinee Sterling", was a smiling good-natured older man. He tipped his hat when she introduced herself and took her bags, her laptop and led her to the limo. After seeing that she was settled in the back of the limo he took her claim ticket and retrieved her luggage for her. What service! She could get used to this!
Within 20 minutes they were on the way out of the city and toward the place she would call home for the next year. Across the border and into upstate New York.
Soon after, with the city behind them, they sped thru the aspen lined country road, with the sun slowly setting, Destinee felt like she was seeing it all over again after crossing the border into New York state. At this thought she became alert. She KNEW she had never been to this part of New York.. .yet the trees and the rolling land reminded her of something so familiar...so dear...?
She shook her head to clear it of these strange and unwanted emotions. This couldn't be happening. It had to be the emotional good-bye from Sundance. His hurt. The guilt she was probably feeling was causing this...? But that made no sense...this was classic deja vu! And for a land she had never been to her whole life!
Just then she saw a stately ash tree, huge branch hanging over the highway. Then the road began to go up a gentle incline. An almost overpowering sense of coming Home swept over her! No way! This couldn't possibly be! But after a moment she stopped fighting it and began looking at the wonder of it all! Everything seemed to be greeting her like a long lost friend! She couldn't believe it! Didn't want to but knew she was definitely experiencing classic signs of de ja vu!
The closer they got to the mansion the stronger the feelings were until she found herself knowing where the next turn would be, the road that led to the nearby lake and when they turned on the street that led to the mansion she knew it before the chauffeur told her! This was stunning to her as she could now feel her heart beginning to race within her chest.
A long private drive led thru stately oaks and gorgeous evergreens. She pressed a button and thru the open window wafted a scent that literally transported her even more. But it was now a smart and stylish carriage she was riding up to the mansion in! And a leather-clad hand squeezed hers. She turned-
An Excerpt from "The Ghost Diaries - De Ja Vu"
by
Arrai'El
Copyright 2002 - 2009 All Rights Reserved
Resume' My Bio Letter of Recommedation On Line Content Published Writings The Power of Quantum Thought
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