This book is a combination of poetry from a lifetime of writing. Some are about love of a partner, family, child, and love lost. Each one has a powerful message that only you will know what it means.
There is also several that talk about pain and loss of as a suffer from mental illness you will find the words refreshing like someone had taken your thoughts and feelings and put them into words that express you.
I am Lorna Michael’s I live in the Blue Mountains 2 hours from Sydney in NSW Australia with my husband and two fur babies
I have been writing since I was a child and can remember the first time I was published in the school newsletter as you age of eight.
For many years I have kept journals writing my thoughts as well as poetry. With over 50 poems in my arsenal, I decided to share them with the world. I have been told by many that have read my poems that they are art with a powerful message and that is what I want people to take away from my words a message for themselves whatever that should be.
I believe there is a message in every word I write, and I believe the world should read it
I have several works in progress projects that I will work on one at a time, so stay tuned and watch this space for more
|Date of publication||July 9th 2018|
|Cover designer||Desiree Scott|
|Publisher ( if used one)||Lavish Publishing|
Jane Callahan is a reclusive, seventeen-year-old high school student dealing with the death of her beloved brother. Her home in Southern California with her mother is a constant reminder of her loss and pain. In hopes of escaping her painful past she moves to North Bend Oregon to live with her father. There she meets a beautiful, boy named Aidan Summers. Jane is intrigued by his looks as well as his unusual ways of attempting to get her attention. After months of unusual conversation and frustration, an uncertain romance brews between Jane and Aidan, but Aidan has a ghastly secret that can destroy everything
|I glanced in the side view mirror and peered over my shoulder.
“What is it?” His voice had completely transformed from the tension a moment before; he sounded completely content.
“That car,” I answered. “It’s been behind us since we left the school.”
“Hmm,” he grunted, glancing quickly over his shoulder at the black Mustang. “Strange. You don’t recognize it?”
I shook my head. “No. Should I?”
“No. I’m just expecting Rudy to do something stupid again.”
“You would never hurt him, would you?”
“I let him beat the crap out of me, Jane, without moving to fight back. What do you think?” He chuckled. His emotions were inconsistent, as usual—the most unnatural thing about him.
I just nodded. “Right.”
I looked behind me again. The car was still following us even after we had turned.
“Where are you going?” I finally asked when I noticed he had passed my street.
“Testing this guy.” His voice was quiet and swelled with tension again.
“Can you actually see him?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder again.
“Stop turning around!” he snapped. “He’ll figure out what I’m up to.”
“Can you see him?” I asked again.
He nodded. “Barely.”
“Please,” he demanded, cutting my sentence short. “Don’t ask any questions. I promise everything will be all right.”
That was a dead giveaway he was worried. I was thinking that maybe he could read the stranger’s mind or something like that. Should he be worried?
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. It was strange; I could barely even make out a shape behind the tinted windows of the car, but Aidan seemed like he actually knew who it was.
“Aidan?” I whispered.
“Shh. Really, Jane. I’m trying to concentrate.”
Concentrate on what? I didn’t ask. After about fifteen minutes of silence, Aidan turned, and the Mustang kept going straight. I thought I saw the stranger’s shape in the car turn and stare at us as he drove by.
Aidan sighed and pulled over on the side of the road and put the car in park. He squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I did the only thing I had tried to avoid.”
I didn’t answer.
“All I wanted to do was keep you safe, and now I have endangered you.”
“I didn’t want us to be friends because I wanted you to be safe, but if I leave you now, you will never be safe.”
“Aidan, what’s going on?”
“The license plate of that car…” he paused.
“Did you see it?”
“I saw there was a seven and I think a B?”
He nodded. “Yeah, tacked to the end of the letters S-E-V-R-N.”
I froze for a moment but recoiled. “It could be a coincidence.”
He shook his head.
“I thought you didn’t believe in them.”
“Yes, I said that.” His voice dropped. “I lied.”
“Yes, Jane, I lied. Let’s not make a big deal about it, okay? I know The Sevren exists. I know for a fact.”
“Because you’re one of them!” I yelled out instantly after his response.
Sara J Bernhardt is an author and poet who has been writing since a very young age and is a winner of several poetry and short story contests. It is clear that Bernhardt writes in a realistic tone while still creating the enthralling feeling of fantasy. Her writing puts readers in a world that they will truly love to be a part of.
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