Ode to Autumn Season of Change

I am honored to be included in a collection of short stories called Ode To Autumn – A season of Change.  I have decided to post my story Through The Porthole, here for you to read.  If you would like to read the others I have included the links at the end of the post.

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Introducing~ An Ode to Autumn~ A Season of Change… An anthology of dark and deadly poems and short stories from over eighteen acclaimed, award-winning Indie authors, hosted by Linell Jeppsen!

Through The Porthole

Rhea had recovered from the passing of David; he had been her best friend as well as her lover. Although she had settled down into the daily routine of living, there was a part of her that was lost.

Her friend Kat had offered her some time out at her house in the mountains. She was looking forward to the solitude, time to think, to sort out what she wanted from life. To recharge and get herself ready to start life anew, instead of the mindless existence she had been drifting through.

She arrived at the cottage on a sunny November day, it was looked beautiful as she came up the drive, which was filled with gorgeous flowers, and the cottage looked warm and friendly.

She opened the door, and stood for a moment looking around; she had been here before with her friend and loved the peace and tranquility of the place. Walking into the kitchen with its oak furniture and pots hanging above the workbench, she discovered that the neighbor had been over and turned on the power and water, also she had left a basket of fruit and the essentials in the fridge such as milk, bread, butter, and eggs. They were such nice people, also in the fact that they would not come around uninvited.

The note with the food told Rhea if she needed anything, to call, otherwise she would not be bothered by anyone. They had been told she wanted quiet time and they understood. Over the next few days, Rhea slept late and took long walks, enjoying the fresh air and peace. She began to feel alive again, she could almost perceive of a new life.

One morning, she woke to the sound of rain on the roof, as she lay there listening, feeling in a sense, cleansed by the rain, she realized she could hear a window banging, so pulling on her slippers and bathrobe, she went upstairs to see where it was coming from.

At the top of the landing was Kat’s room, the sound was definitely coming from there and although she had not been in there before, she did not want anything to be damaged by the water. She went in and closed the window, checked there was no water damage, and as she scanned the room she thought how lovely it was. A big brass four-poster bed with a canopy draped in antique lace. Pillows of all sizes gave the bed a soft inviting look.

Rhea then turned back to the window; it seemed odd to be there. It was round like the window in a ship, a porthole, she stared at it for a while trying to decide why she was drawn to it, then noticed that the frame surrounding it was carved with intricate symbols. She had never seen anything like it, as she stood there; she reached out and traced her fingers over it. It was almost like a compulsion to do this, all of a sudden she pulled her hand away and stepped back, she thought she had seen somebody reflected in the glass. She spun around thinking there was someone in the house, but the room was empty.

Her heart was pounding; her mind was racing with all the possibilities of what it could have been. She was reluctant to focus on what she was really thinking could have happened. Could someone be looking through the glass at her? This seemed impossible as she was on the second floor, her analytical mind did not want to accept this. She knew her friend Kat was open to unusual phenomena, but not her. If you didn’t have a solid explanation for something, then it didn’t exist.

With her heart still pounding, she stepped in front of the window again; she was determined to discover the ‘logical’ explanation for it. So far, everything was normal, and then she put her hand up and once again traced the symbols.

There was a flickering, so steeling herself, she kept tracing them, suddenly the flickering stopped and she could see another room through the glass. There was a man standing there, he turned as though he sensed somebody, Rhea was stunned, standing there transfixed. Then he smiled, he had dark hair and deep brown eyes, which came alive when he smiled.

“Hello, don’t be frightened, my name is Jean-Claude, you must have traced the symbols, that could be the only way we are here like this.”

Where are you? How did you get here? I don’t understand this, it can’t be real, oh god, I must be having a breakdown.”

Jean-Claude saw how agitated Rhea was. He was afraid she would leave. “Please don’t go. Tell me your name, I won’t hurt you. I promise to answer any of your questions. I am as real as you are, you must know Kat, or I think you wouldn’t be here.”

“You can’t be real, this is not logical.” She lowered her head into her hands thinking that when she looked again it would all have been an illusion. However, when she looked up there he was looking out at her only this time she could see his hand on her side of the porthole.

“Please don’t be afraid, what is your name? I promise I am real, see you can touch me.”

Rhea stepped back in fear, no this cannot be true. She ran from the room and slammed the door. What should she do? If she phoned Kat, she would probably think she was going mad. All her friends were so worried about her and had wanted her to see a doctor, a shrink, but there was no need for that, she was perfectly sane. Or was she? She went to the kitchen to make coffee, maybe if she cleared her head it would all make sense to her. She sat with the steaming coffee in her hands thinking how much she wished that it was a glass of wine instead. She had been drinking far too much since David had passed and therefore one of her reasons for being here was to be away from that temptation.

She dressed and walked in the beautiful gardens. This was normal and how it should be. She spent most of the day outside and as the sun began to set she returned to the house. She turned on all the lights and prepared something to eat. She laughed nervously, this was so silly, and it had all been such a stressful time for her she must have been imagining it.

After her meal, she went upstairs and hesitated outside Kat’s room. Maybe she should just go look, and prove to herself it had been her imagination. She went up to the porthole and there were the symbols. They looked perfectly harmless, just a beautifully carved decoration. She couldn’t stop herself, she felt compelled as she stepped closer and once again trace her finger around the symbols. The same shimmering occurred and she could see the other side, although there seemed to be nobody there. She tentatively put her hand up to the glass, and her hand went straight through, as though it didn’t exist. Just as she was about to bring her hand back something grabbed her. She screamed and struggled to pull her hand out of the porthole, but something was pulling her in. Oh god, how was this happing to her? She fought harder, but the more she struggled the more she was pulled in, she thought her arm would be pulled from its socket. Then one last pull and she felt as though she was falling. She hit solid ground with a bang and quickly jumped up. Standing in front of her was Jean-Claude.

“How did I get here? I want to go back, you can’t keep me here.”

He laughed, and suddenly it sounded so sinister. “Oh but I can my dear. You are mine now; Kat promised she would send me a new toy to play with. We are going to have so much fun together you and I.”

Rhea threw back her head and screamed and screamed but no one came. Everyone was told to leave her in peace. A peace she would never know now.

Jean-Claude took her hand and she shivered in fear. “I think my dear, the moral of the story should be. Never put your hand where you think it should not go.” With that, he laughed loudly as she ran to the porthole and banged her hands on the glass; for once again it was solid. There was no escape.

LINKS

Amazon UShttp://www.amazon.com/Ode-Autumn~-Season-Change-ebook/dp/B00ORXAO48/

Amazon UKhttp://www.amazon.co.uk/Ode-Autumn~-Season-Change-ebook/dp/B00ORXAO48/

Website:     www.chkarasilverwolf.com

Other Blogs:

www.sheerak.wordpress.com

www.from chkarasgrimoire.wordpress.com

wwww.fromchkaraskitchencauldron.wordpress.com

 

First Page – Tales from the Sacred Forest

I thought I would post some of my short story First Pages.  Today’s is from Tales of the Sacred Forest.

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In a magikal forest, two legendary creatures meet. Tran, a centaur, finds a runaway orphan sleeping in his home. Though shy of humans, he knows she means no harm. As time passes, these unlikely friends grow to love and respect each other more and more. But how can two such different beings make a life together? What kind of future would they have?

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Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a beautiful golden Centaur named Tran. The forest where he lived was Sacred and was named Imnar. His task was to watch over all the beings who lived there. There were animals of many different species: wood nymphs who are exquisite creatures, sprites, faeries, elves and gnomes, all in this forest could speak. Although Tran loved his duty of protector, there were times when he felt a great loneliness, a feeling of being incomplete.

One day a raven named Bran came swooping in. “Tran – Tran there is a human in the forest. She seems to be asleep, but could be hurt. The nymphs are watching over her but are afraid in case she wakes. They do not want to frighten her.”

Tran and Brun hurried through the forest to where the group were standing. When he looked down at her Tran’s heart skipped a beat – she was so beautiful and in her sleeping state looked so at peace. He organised the Sprites and Wood Nymphs to move her to a more comfortable place. They took her to a hollowed out tree house, made her comfortable and took turns watching over her. During the next two days, they all came to admire the human’s delicate beauty. They were greatly concerned that she may not awaken.

On the third day, while Tilly the Sprite was watching over her, she began to stir. As Tilly watched, she opened her eyes, looking up at Tilly in surprise for she had never seen a Sprite before. Tilly began to reassure her that she was safe.

“Please don’t be afraid” said Tilly. “We found you unconscious in the Sacred Forest. You had a bump on your head. We have been so worried; you have been asleep for two days.”

The girl could not seem to speak; she was in awe of the ethereal delicate beauty of Tilly. She realised though that she did not feel afraid.

“I must go and get Tran,” said Tilly. “He asked to be called when you woke up.” Tilly saw the look in the girls eyes and said “Tran is the protector of the Sacred Forest; he will explain everything to you.” Tilly went out leaving the girl to her thoughts. She was very curious about this place and was trying to remember how she got there. She had a sense that there was something very magical about it.

A short time later Tran arrived. As he entered, the girl felt a powerful presence and also had a wonderful feeling of safety. She was intrigued by him, as she had never seen a Centaur before. She looked at his strong legs and body, at his powerful arms and chest, at his face – which had both strength and a gentleness about it – at his thick golden hair and his deep blue eyes. She was in awe of him, for you see, a Centaur is half horse and half man and although she had heard stories she had always thought it was only a myth.

LINKS

Amazon US:  http://www.amazon.com/Tales-Sacred-Forest-Chkara-SilverWolf-ebook/dp/B00HK3TE52/

Amazon UK:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Sacred-Forest-Chkara-SilverWolf-ebook/dp/B00HK3TE52/

Website:    www.chkarasilverwolf.com

Blog:          www.sheerak.wordpress.com

Twitter:    www.twitter.com/ladychkara

Facebook: www.facebook.com/chkara.silverwolf

REVIEW

4.0 out of 5 stars A quick but lovely short story. January 16, 2014
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase

This is quite a quick read but it tells about a young human girl who falls in love with a fairy beast of the forest. Their union is rift with tension but the ending is poignant and lovely, promising much more to come! I can’t say more, but, as always Silverwolf builds an evocative and gorgeous fantasy landscape

 

 

My book Daughter of Light & Dark featured by M.S. Fowle

Today my book YA Fantasy, Daughter of Light & Dark is featured by M.S. Fowle

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This is the story of Montayna, a young woman born of both light and dark magik who never knew her parents. She earns her freedom with a bit of magik even she was hardly aware of, but her skill is growing and she needs to find answers. Who is she? Where did her powers come from?  To find those answers she sets out on a journey of discovery, both inward and outward, of dark mysteries as well as light. Will she master them, or they her?Inexperienced and facing incredible dangers in the course of her quest to defeat the darkness that is spreading inexorably across her world, her journey takes her through a landscape of wizards, elves, faeries and wolves, as she throws herself headlong into the fray to challenge the malevolent designs of a powerful Dark Lord.

It is a journey that will eventually change Montayna as well as the world around her.

Book Covers by Lisa Williamson

I have recently published several short stories and my covers were done by my friend and fellow author Lisa Williamson.  She is now ‘open for business’ for book covers at really reasonable prices.  Go check out her site and some of her own awesome covers.

This is an excerpt from her blog

Making covers

As I have put up a number of the covers I have made you readers know I like to make fun covers.  As of now I am starting a business.   So many cover designers are charging up to three hundred dollars for their coves and in my opinion that is too much for the average indie author.

So if any of you are authors and want a nice cover for your books, you can contact me and as the banner says my prices are really reasonable.

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New Release – Adventures in the Realm of Faerie

I have recently released a small book of short stories for young children, Adventures in the Realm of Faerie.  The beautiful cover was done by my friend and fellow author Lisa Williamson.

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Step into the world of faerie and allow your wonder to run riot with some new friends and their happy adventures. Frolic in the sun and meet some delightful characters, who will share your hopes and dreams as they discover the fun and fantasy of the fae world; it is just a step in time and space.