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End of the Line – shiny, new cover, and there’s one for everyone in the audience

Non Irish followers of this blog – and that’s most of you – won’t recognise “there’s one for everyone in the audience” from The Late Late Show, but it was fun to say it. Anyway…

I wrote a short story last year called End of the Line. It’s part of The Awakening & Other Stories collection, but I want it to have a chance to shine on its own, so I’m publishing it by itself very soon.

I’m not sure a whole lot of people bother too much with short story collections these days, or even short stories in general. I didn’t want a tale like End of the Line gathering dust and going unnoticed. I’m obviously biased, but I think it’s a good story.

End of the Line deals with depression and loneliness – the dark side of life that sometimes we’re too afraid to talk about. And of course, it has a paranormal slant.

Dawn from Book Graphics was great. She went back to the cover for The Awakening and revamped it for End of the Line. It’s dark and stormy, just the way I wanted it.

EOTL eCOVER

Excerpt

In the distance, the familiar white light appeared, cutting through the dark of midnight. She’d watched it come before, but always from the sidelines, imagining what it would be like to face such a beast.

Cassie drew in a shaky breath and steeled herself. Legs splayed, arms by her sides, fists tightly clenched, she waited on the tracks as the train approached. Her legs shook, and strands of hair licked her cheeks in the gentle night’s breeze.

She swallowed the fear threatening to overcome her. Hang in there, she told herself. Another sixty seconds, and it will all be over. No more drowning, murky thoughts, heavy dreams or stilted breathing. She lifted her head and stared straight ahead, willing her body to freeze.

Closer now, but not coming fast enough. She was scared. As much as she desired to have it all over with, the fear gained ground. Could the driver see her yet? No, still too far away. Why had time slowed down? An ache began in her ankles, spreading up her legs and winding its way around her thighs and into her clenched hands.

The feel of her fingernails scraping the soft flesh of her palms roused her, just as she became aware of the vibrations on the tracks.

Cassie stumbled into the grass growing beside the tracks and ran, tears running down her cheeks. She stopped as she reached the first line of trees and leaned over, resting her hands on her thighs, trying to get her breath back.

Damn it! She wanted to die. Why couldn’t she have stuck it out?

The train thundered by, unaware of the woman hunched over in the darkness, sobbing. She raised her head to watch the carriages pass, slithering alongside Wilkins Woods like a dark snake. In thirty seconds, the night was once again silent.

She’d try tomorrow night. Maybe pick up a bottle of Jack Daniel’s after work. Might help with the nerves.

Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and she wiped the tears away. Cassie followed the edge of the woods the mile back to her dingy flat. She let herself in and headed straight to bed. One more day. She could make it that far.

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As a thank you to readers and followers of this blog, I want to give away an ecopy to anyone who’d like to read End of the Line once it’s published – should be sometime this weekend. Just leave a comment or pop me an email to emmameadewrites@gmail.com specifying if you want it in pdf, epub or mobi format (absolutely no obligation to review).

I just want to say thanks to the readers of this blog. Your support means a lot.

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Clarissa Johal, Author of BETWEEN, Takes Over the Blog Today

Today I’m having a bit of a rest for myself while author, Clarissa Johal, entertains you with her writing story and the odd ghost or two she’s met along the way. When Clarissa isn’t busy penning supernatural tales, she’s taking photos of gargoyles! Take it away, Clarissa.

Writing Supernatural Fiction by Clarissa Johal

People often ask me how I began writing supernatural fiction. I’m not brooding or scary or running off to join the latest séance, which I think is what they expect. And my silly sense of humor oftentimes gets me into trouble, especially with my two daughters.

The supernatural has always interested me because I moved around quite a bit when I was young. It seemed we were always living in an older place and with those older places, came a ghost or two. Now, before you chuckle and roll your eyes (or not) I walk the line between skeptic and 100% believer. On the surface, I may be rolling my eyes with you but inside, I believe in a plethora of things I won’t even begin to discuss. I know what my rational mind tells me, and I know what I’ve experienced. There’s a lot of arguing in my head over those two things. But we’re a collection of what we’ve experienced in our lifetime, and I’ve experienced plenty.

One will always stick with me above all the others. When I was 10-years-old, we moved to an island and rented an older house for a couple of months. I’m an insomniac and have been since I was a kid. Consequently, being awake while the rest of my family slept was nothing new, though my mom would get quite irritated because I would roam around at night and wake her up.

One evening, and after hours of tossing and turning, I decided to get up. While I sat on the couch trying to figure out what to do with myself, I heard singing in my ear. It was as if a woman was sitting right next to me singing Time in a Bottle. The song was popular at the time (and yes, that dates me) but I didn’t know the words. At that point, I did what any kid would do if they weren’t compelled to run away screaming, I politely sat and listened until she finished. Afterwards, I went back to bed and proceeded to have the worst nightmare. I dreamt that I walked into our washroom and found a naked, young woman wrapped up in a shower curtain in our bathtub. She was blonde, had a bullet hole in her head, and was quite dead. It was a graphic nightmare for a 10-year-old; I never watched television and rarely had nightmares. I had it for weeks until we finally moved. Each time, it became more intense—it had gotten to the point where she was clawing her way out of the tub and trying to speak to me through the shower curtain. Needless to say, I was a bit of a wreck by the time we moved. Years later, I found out from my parents that there was indeed, a murder at that house. They didn’t elaborate but I always wondered of the details.

So, back to writing supernatural fiction. I started out writing fantasy. While working on the second installment to my Pradee series, I was interrupted by two characters that truly didn’t fit. I kept setting them aside, but they would return, stronger than ever. Finally, I gave up and began Between, a story of the supernatural. I had the rough draft finished in a month and a year after that, the full novel was complete. Six weeks after I submitted, Musa Publishing accepted it.

I have to say, I’ve been pulled into the Otherworld permanently and the ideas come faster than I can write them down. I love presenting the supernatural in a new and interesting ways. Now, I know what you’re probably going to ask me. Do I write of my experiences or make stuff up? I’m a writer, I write fiction. However, the best fiction is when writers “write what they know” and a little of what I know creeps into my novels from time to time. I hope you will enjoy reading what I come up with!

If you like ghost stories, here’s a peek at my newest release from Musa Publishing.

BBetween cover High resolution-1ETWEEN by Clarissa Johal

Tagline:

How far would you go to redeem yourself?

Blurb:

As a young girl, Lucinda was able to see spirits, a gift that didn’t come without its problems. Now, a dedicated young veterinarian, she is committed to the idea that every life can be saved.
After a devastating accident, Lucinda tries to escape her past by moving to a small town. There, she meets a newcomer and feels an immediate connection with him. But there is another mysterious stranger to the small town, one that stirs within her a mixture of unease and desire.
As Lucinda is drawn into a bitter tug-a-war from the forces around her, she is likewise pulled into a dangerous twist of past and present events. Forced to make difficult choices, she finds that the two men are locked in not only a battle for her life…but a battle for their salvation.

BETWEEN Buy links:

Amazon.co.UK
Amazon.com
Barnesandnoble.com
Musa Publishing

Bio:Clarissa Johal headshot

Clarissa Johal has worked as a veterinary assistant, zoo-keeper aide and vegetarian chef. Writing has always been her passion. When she’s not listening to the ghosts in her head, she’s dancing or taking photographs of gargoyles.
Clarissa shares her life with her husband, two daughters and every stray animal that darkens the doorstep. One day, she expects that a wayward troll will wander into her yard, but that hasn’t happened yet.

Author website: http://clarissajohal.com/

Author blog: http://clarissajohal.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/ClarissaJohal

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarissa.johal.9

Goodreads

Photography Portfolio: http://faerie–moon.daportfolio.com/

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Thanks for spending time on Emma’s Ramblings and introducing us to your work, Clarissa. I love that you politely waited for the ghost to finish her song! BETWEEN sounds like a deliciously spooky read. What is it about doors that is so creepy? (the cover).   

Have a great weekend everyone, and if you have a moment, why not pop over to Goodreads and add BETWEEN to your TBR list.

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