Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Road Less Travelled

Mia had dreams of being successful and becoming a Best-Selling author but she wouldn’t take shortcuts to get there. She worked hard in every aspect of her life.

She didn’t have much family to speak of but Nate and Mary were more family to her than her real family. She would do anything for them and they for her. They owned the diner that Mia worked at. 

Everything changed for Mia when Nate had to have a back surgery and be out of work for weeks. They called in their nephew, Mason, to help them during their time of need. Mia knew Mason when she was a child but hadn’t seen him in years. She didn’t know what to expect since the only thing she could remember was a boy that used to pick on her and pull her ponytail when they were young.
Mia and Mason spent a lot of time together as the weeks passed. They grew closer and both gave everything they had to help Nate and Mary. 

Mia got a call from a film producer interested in one of her books but she needed to fly to L.A. to have a meeting with him. She didn’t want to go alone because it would be nice to have a friend along for the trip. However, there was no way that Mary or Nate could come with her because of Nate’s surgery. Mia was surprised when Mason offered to go along with her. 
Was Mason only spending time with Mia because he felt like he should? Or Were they beginning to become more than friends? 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Breaking Down Barriers

Breaking Down Barriers

The Epilepsy Foundation promotes education and awareness about epilepsy. Our goal is to help everyone understand what a seizure looks like and what to do if they see someone having a seizure. The more everyone talks about epilepsy, the less people living with the condition have to fear discrimination, worry about receiving improper first aid, or keep their epilepsy hidden in the shadows.
We want all people with epilepsy to know the extent of treatment options to help control their seizures. While most people living with epilepsy are well controlled on their first anti-seizure medication, people who live with difficult to control seizures are not often aware of the latest treatment options. The Foundation encourages people with epilepsy to seek out epilepsy specialists to ensure they are taking advantage of the latest and greatest options to achieve freedom from seizures and freedom for side effects.
The Foundation advocates for more attention and money to be dedicated to epilepsy research and the acceleration of new therapies. One-third of people living with epilepsy have seizures that cannot be controlled with current treatments, and all people living with epilepsy have the risk of a potential “breakthrough” seizure. The uncertainty of when and where the next seizure may occur has a dramatic impact on the lives of all people living with epilepsy and on their loved ones. We must encourage our leaders to focus on increasing funding for research toward better seizure treatments and a cure for epilepsy.
For these reasons and more, the Epilepsy Foundation is dedicated to improving public understanding of epilepsy and seizures.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Reviewer Didn't Really Like "The Road Less Travelled"

You win some you lose some LOL The reviewer had some nice things to say and some not so nice things. :)


 Review by Lisa McCombs

Reviewed By:
Lisa McCombs
Review Rating:
3 Stars

Reviewed By Lisa McCombs for Readers’ Favorite
“Mia Hobbs was like every other starving author 

in the world. She went to work every day to her 

normal non-exciting waitressing job.” Thus begins 

The Road Less Travelled: Book One of Mia

 &; Mason’s Story by Lizzy Stevens &

 Steve Miller. Although Mia’s public life appears 

mundanely normal, she etches out as much time 

as possible to fulfill her writing  passion. 

When she receives the call from Hollywood, the

 magnitude of its implications are overwhelming;

 leaving Mia humbled and grateful, yet reusing to 

abandon her small town life.

The Road Less Travelled: Book One of Mia &

 Mason’s Story is an ambitious 

start to what can only evolve into a page turning saga 

coveted by readers anxious to add entertainment 

to sunny days of vacation. 
Although the story is highly enjoyable, 

this manuscript could benefit from a 

serious editing session. 

This is more of an outline than a finished, 

polished novella. 

The characters are only partially developed and

 errors in sentence structure and word usage 

interrupt the flow of an otherwise fun read.

 Oversights in proof reading text are so easy to do 

when an author is too familiar with his or her own story. 
An impartial third party reading could 

greatly improve a story that is already extremely marketable. 

The Road Less Travelled hints at more story to 

follow and the further success of Lizzy and 

Steve Miller’s narrative can only improve with

 a more careful eye to detail and writing etiquette. 
As accomplished writers, as documented in the 

author bio at the end of the story, 

I feel that both Lizzy and Steve understand 

this reviewer’s concerns.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

New Release: The Road Less Travelled

     Mia had dreams of being successful and becoming a Best-Selling author but she wouldn’t take shortcuts to get there. She worked hard in every aspect of her life.
     She didn’t have much family to speak of but Nate and Mary were more family to her than her real family. She would do anything for them and they for her. They owned the diner that Mia worked at. 
Everything changed for Mia when Nate had to have a back surgery and be out of work for weeks. They called in their nephew, Mason, to help them during their time of need. Mia knew Mason when she was a child but hadn’t seen him in years. She didn’t know what to expect since the only thing she could remember was a boy that used to pick on her and pull her ponytail when they were young.
Mia and Mason spent a lot of time together as the weeks passed. They grew closer and both gave everything they had to help Nate and Mary. 
     Mia got a call from a film producer interested in one of her books but she needed to fly to L.A. to have a meeting with him. She didn’t want to go alone because it would be nice to have a friend along for the trip. However, there was no way that Mary or Nate could come with her because of Nate’s surgery. Mia was surprised when Mason offered to go along with her. 
     Was Mason only spending time with Mia because he felt like he should? Or Were they beginning to become more than friends? 


Chapter One
            Mia Hobbs was like every other starving author in the world. She went to work every day to her normal non-exciting waitressing job. She would get the occasional coffee spilled on her and the customer that you could never please. Still this boring life paid the bills and gave her a roof over her head. It wasn’t a roof to brag about mind you, but it was where she called home. Her one-bedroom apartment in the small town of Nowhere Ville wouldn’t impress anyone, but it was all she could afford. She was proud of it and maybe a little sad to say that she had got it all on her own. 
            When her work day was over she would run in the door as fast as she could and go right to the computer to start working on her next story. She had been writing for years and never gave up on the dream that one of them would be a Best Seller. One day her dream was going to come true. She knew it. It had to happen. She would never give.
            Mia got up at six thirty like she did every other morning so she could get in the shower and get ready for work.  She never took super long showers because she had to be at work by eight and still needed to get dressed and comb her hair.  Although her short dark brown hair didn’t take too long to fix. She put some hair gel in it to keep it from getting frizzy, threw a head band in it and that was pretty much all she had to do. She was blessed with good hair. She grabbed her jeans and t-shirt that had the diner logo on the front, got dressed and headed out the door.
            The diner being only a couple of block from her house made it easy to walk to and from there each day. That saved her all that gas money. Mia walked in, went straight to the back to locked her purse up in her locker. She took her apron, got her order pad and pen, then turned to clock in.
            Mia walked into the kitchen where she saw Nate and Mary. They were not only the owners of the diner, the cook and other waitress, but they were also like family to her. She walked up to them. “Hi guys. How are you today?” She smiled at them both. She had known them for years. She grew up in this town and they practically helped raise her. It might not have been in their plans to do so but she was always left home alone and living close to them Mary felt as if she needed to take care of her.
            A woman with greying hair looked up at her with a smile. “Hi Honey. We are good. How’s your new book coming? I can’t wait to read it!”
            Mia’s eyes lit up at the thought of Mary being her biggest fan. She had been more supportive for her than her alcoholic mother even though she knows deep down that it wasn’t her mom’s fault. It was the disease.   Mia smiled at her. “Oh. It’s coming along. Slowly, but it’s coming.  Okay. I guess it’s time to turn the closed sign to open.” She said as she turned and gave them both a smile as she gave them a wave over her head on her way towards the dining room.
            The minute the open sign came up the regulars came pouring in for their morning breakfast. That was the way small towns worked. Mia pretty much knew what they wanted before they ordered but she would ask anyway.
            “Morning, Ralph. What’ll be this morning?”
            An older man sitting in the corner booth who always ordered the same thing every day didn’t change that day either. However, he did take a minute to look over the menu just to mess with Mia to make her think he was going to ask for something different. Then he said. “You know what I’ll take eggs over easy, bacon, dry toast and orange juice. That’s it.”
            Mia gave him one of those looks that would ask the question seriously. Then she smiled and said, “Really? You are too much. “
            The old man laughed. “You know I couldn’t let you get through your day without me giving you a hard time.”
Mia smiled at him. “Oh. I know.”
            Her day went smooth as butter the entire day. Not much went on in the diner. She took care of the town’s people on a daily basis. They were all like family to her. She would do anything for them.  When her shift was over she went home and got out her computer to see what was going on in the book world. That’s what she liked to call it.
            She logged onto her social media pages and did all her routines. She did her blogging, and her Facebook, Twitter, checked and answered her emails. There were a lot of spam emails about several people giving her millions of dollars if only she would give up her bank account information or credit card information or other information. Frustrated at all those she mass deleted all those junk emails.
            “I can’t believe those people try and cheat other people like that. Delete, Delete, Delete, ugh.”
            Another email caught her eye. “What’s this one.” She said allowed. “They want to meet with me. But why? They want to help my career. Ok Again I have to say. Why? They don’t know me.” Mia stared at this for several minutes without moving. Then she googled the name. “Okay it says they are an agent. They are famous for getting you famous fast. That sounds odd. This kind of sounds like more spam mail. Delete. Back to writing.”
            Mia was draw into her story to the point she hadn’t realized that hours had gone by. The phone rang and snapped her back to reality. She glanced at the caller I.D. and saw that Mary was calling her. “Hi Mary. What’s up?”
            “Hi Mia. I hate to bother you. I know you are probably writing.”
            “It’s no bother. You can call me anytime. What do you need?” Mia asked.
            “Well.” Mary started. “Do you remember our nephew, Mason?”
            “Vaguely.” Mia said. “What about him?”
            “Well he is coming to visit and help out at the diner for about a month or more while Nate has his back surgery that’s coming up. He will be here in a couple of hours. He is flying in. I was wondering if you could go to the airport and pick him up for me. I don’t drive that good in the city and Nate isn’t feeling up to it.”
            Mia would never say no to Mary even though she did feel a little weird about picking somebody up that she hadn’t seen in years. “Of course, Mary, but how will he even know who I am? We haven’t seen each other in years.”
            “I’ve thought of everything.” Mary said.
            Mia laughed. “Of course, you have. And what is your plan?”
            “You can drive our truck and I will text Mason to go to the parking lot and go right to the truck and I’ll let him know that it’s you that’s picking him up. And when you get here to get the truck I’ll show you a recent photo of him so you know what he looks like.”
            Mia had to give her credit. She had truly thought of everything. “Okay I’ll be right over.”
            “Thanks Mia. Love you.”
            “I love you too Mary.”

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Guest Blogger: James Moushon

Operation Asian Tiger : A Jonathon Stone Mystery Short Story by [Moushon, James]

Chuck Chun joins Jonathon Stone in a mundane assignment in Singapore. The dull surveillance op quickly turns from boring to the search for terrorists and the solution of an international tragedy. The Royal Malaysian Police are going in the wrong direction as Jonathon uses the vast resources of the CIA to zero in on the truth.

Friday, July 28, 2017

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Friday, June 23, 2017

Guest Blogger: G.Ough

With a handful of crap GCSE's under her belt, Poppy's resigned to her life in the small Cornish resort of Old Hampton. Her house mate, Rhea, seems to have it all together but for Poppy, life's not quite what she wants it to be.

Until Andrew Castleton enters her life. Tall, handsome and sexy as hell, could Andrew be the turning point in Poppy's life?
Or could it be surf instructor and tanned God Aussie Greg?

Torn between rich and handsome Andrew or muscled and handsome Greg, Poppy stumbles upon a unique proposal.

But the course of love never runs smooth in Old Hampton and even Rhea's plans for global domination appear to be going awry. So what's a girl to do?

Find out in the funny debut novel from G. Ough.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Guest Bloggers: Authors of ~ That Summer Day Vol. 1

June 21
Fun in the sun turns into a nightmare after a murder.

That Summer Day Vol. 1

A day where the sun seems to shine forever, spring gives way to summer and everyone is celebrating with picnics, playing on the beach, and just having fun. Stories about this day are yours from eight very talented authors.

Fun in the sun turns into a nightmare after a murder.

A summer reunion ignites romance.

City vs Country: which one will prevail?

Goldilocks and Baby Bear like you’ve never seen them before

A promise leaves them wondering about the future.

Summer Solstice on a distant planet provides adventure, romance, and mystery for two, star-crossed lovers.

Can a stranger save her?

The fate of the world lies with a conflicted angel

The longest day of the year. Fun in the sun. Renewing friendships. Continuing traditions. Adventures of all sorts. K.A. Meng, Debbie De Louise, Stephy Smith, Justin Herzog, K.C. Sprayberry, Candace Sams, Margaret Scott, and Alex Pilalis bring you stories to entertain on this very special day.

And a very special story…

In a split second, the future Keaghan Graham dreamt of shattered into a million pieces, along with the remnants of his broken heart.

He escapes in search of an end to the inconceivable pain he feels after an unimaginable loss.

Will a chance meeting with a triad of Magical beings give his life purpose again? 

He learns that nothing happens, simply by chance.

Every twist in fate will reveal his destiny in the exact preordained moment in time it was meant to.
They are preparing Keaghan to become one of the twelve warriors of the Zodiac Illuminaries of Ravenokh.
Will he rise to the challenge and accept the call of the universe?
Enlightenment awaits just beyond the Cusp of Magic.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Guest Blogger: James Moushon – Mystery Writer

The Jonathon Stone Short Story Summer is here.
I have three releases planned for this summer.

First, I will be releasing a Short Story in JUNE entitled:
Operation No Sanctuary - A Jonathon Stone Mystery Short Story
A gang war erupts in East LA between neighborhood gangs and the notorious MS-13 gang from San Salvador and a Mexican cartel from Tijuana is right in the middle of the conflict. Drug trafficking, gang shootings and politics all play a role as Jonathon Stone battles the sanctuary city LA which seems to protect the innocent and the guilty.


Author: Jonathon Stone Mysteries

Friday, May 26, 2017

A Lost Memory

Amazon Best Seller
#36 in Kindle Store >Kindle eBooks > Fiction > Genre Fiction > Romance > Short Stories 

Alley wakes up in a strange bed. She has no idea who she is or where she is. Pain shoots through her head like a bolt of lightning every time she moves. As she drifts off to sleep images of a faraway land and a handsome man with sandy blonde hair and six pack abs fills her head. He keeps saying “Alley come back to me.” Who is he and how does she know him? 

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Guest Bloggers: Authors of Plots & Schemes Vol 1 ~ Giveaway to win One of 3 Copies!

Enter to win! That’s all you have to do. Solstice Publishing is celebrating Plots & Schemes Vol. 1 becoming a best seller in Germany during its release by giving away three autographed copies of the print edition of this fabulous anthology.
All you have to do is click on the Goodreads link between May 26 and June 9 and enter. It’s that simple. Once the contest ends, Goodreads will notify us of the winners names and you will receive your copy.

Her child vanishes in a puff of smoke.

When Murder is on the Itinerary

An eavesdropped comment leads to an impossible scheme!

Mysterious events pull Dana into danger.

A rock star’s murder leaves Emlyn Goode questioning everything she knows about herself.

Murder most foul puts this cop to the test

One murder, one plan, two possible outcomes.

Losing your mind is scary...

If you're not at the beach, the Tough Luck stories will take you there.

Trail Town Texas leans heavily on their sheriff

Murder, kidnapping, mysterious events, and more are our treat to you in this wonderful anthology from Solstice Publishing. Discover the talents of K.C. Sprayberry, Debbie De Louise, Donna Alice Patton, E.B. Sullivan, Susan Lynn Solomon, Johnny Gunn, K.A. Meng, Leah Hamrick, Lois Crockett, and Stephy Smith.

Here’s a little taste of what you’ll find inside this intriguing book!

A smile was on his face. Despite the fact that he was supposed to connect with the egg donor of this lovely child, he had no thoughts of doing that or returning the kid at the appointed time. His timing was perfect. The child—Lanie is such an idiotic name; I’ll have to come up with another one—would be five in a few days. In time, she would forget there had been his loser ex in her life. She—Sheila will regret divorcing me—had battered through his training, all he’d gone through to make her a compliant and complacent wife. She’d run away after he ordered her to get an abortion.
Good thing the bitch ignored me. I wouldn’t have this gorgeous child to raise to be like me.
Granted the child was weak now, but he would fix that, as soon as he made sure they vanished forever. No one would stop him from raising his daughter as he saw fit, and that meant keeping her away from her weakling of a mother.
Quietly, Mark Jannson, scion of the globally famous Jannson family, whose assets numbered in the billions, removed anything he considered important from his lavishly furnished thirty room mansion located in the mountains above Denver. His mother’s jewels were carefully packed into a leather satchel, to be given to his daughter, if she remained true to the Jannson name. The woman who called herself his mother had been consigned to a hovel in the southeast somewhere, once she showed her true colors by attempting to take him from his father.
“Let the bitch live in poverty the rest of her life,” he whispered.

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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Chapter One: "A Lost Memory"

                                                     FREE WITH KINDLE UNLIMITED!

Please excuse any formatting issues this blog may have caused on this excerpt.

Chapter One

            Alley lay in bed in a strange room. Glancing around nothing was familiar.   Where was she? She sat up, a tingle creeping up her spine. What was going on? Anxious to get out of there, Alley yanked away the blanket and stood. Pain shot through her head, threatening to blow it apart. Her finger pressed her temple instinctively to ease the pain. She felt a bandage taped to her forehead. What has happened to me? Where am I? No longer able to withstand the pain, she lay back down.
            Drifting off to sleep, images of a young man filled her dreams. She didn’t recognize him, but he was handsome with six pack abs and long sandy blonde hair that brushed the top of his shoulders. But who was he?
            Alley come back to me. The man seemed to know her, but she didn’t recognize him at all.
            Alley was awakened by the sound of the door opening. She saw a woman standing in the doorway holding a ceramic bowl of water.
            “Oh, sweetie! You’re awake,” the woman said as tears rolled down her face. She wiped at them as she walked over to the bed.
            Alley stared at her not knowing what to say. Am I supposed to know this woman?
            “Oh, Alley, I know you’re confused, honey. It’s me, Mom.”
            Alley glanced around the room for answers but none came to her. “Mom?” she asked, puzzled.
            “Yes dear, you’ve been in a terrible accident and the doctor warned us that your memory may be fuzzy when you came to.”
            “An accident? What kind of accident?” Alley didn’t understand anything at that moment. She didn’t remember any accident.
            “Honey, don’t push yourself to remember right now. We’ll talk about this later. I need to call your doctor and get him over here to examine you at once.” She turned and hurried out of the room.
            Alley sat there more confused than she was before. She hoped the doctor would be able to shed some light on what was going on.
            She glanced around the room and saw an antique dresser with three drawers made from mahogany. In the corner stood a full length mirror.  The four-poster bed where she lay was draped in a sheer white canopy. Beside the bed was a small table where her mother placed the ceramic bowl of water. In the opposite corner sat a rocking chair with a red and white quilt folded neatly over the back. Everything looked neat and well taken care of, but none of it looked familiar. 
                      * * *
            A while later there was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” Alley called from across the room.
 The woman who claimed to be her mother was standing there with a man in a white lab coat.
            “Alley this is Doctor Monroe.” she said as they walked closer to the bed.
            Doctor Monroe carried his black medical bag and set it on the bed beside Alley. He removed the stethoscope to give Alley a thorough examination. He checked her heartbeat, pulse and blood pressure. Then he moved onto the bandage on her head. “Everything looks good Alley. I’m going to redress your wound and give you some pain medicine to help with the swelling.”
            “Doctor, I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember anything. I don’t even recognize my own mother. What happened to me? What kind of accident was I in?”
            Alley watched Doctor Monroe glanced up at  her mother who gave a slight shake of her head. 
“Alley, these things take time. Don’t bother yourself with all of these details right now. You’ve been in a coma for a week. We don’t want to overload your brain with all these details. Your memory will come back in time, and if it doesn’t then we will cross that bridge when we get to it.  For now I want you to take it easy. Get lots of rest and when you’re feeling better take a walk. It’s beautiful this time of the year and the fresh air will do you good.”
            Alley was more confused than ever now.  She thought that seeing the doctor would help her figure out who she was and what was going on, but instead he was no help at all. What are they hiding? I’ve been in a coma for a week, but I’m not in a hospital?
She watched as her mother walked the doctor to the door.
            When the doctor walked out, Alley said, “Mom, help me remember.”
            Her mother approached, a worried expression on her face. She fidgeted with a string on her shirt avoiding Alley’s eyes.  “Alley, you heard the doctor. We can’t push you.”
            “I know, Mom, but I want to know at least a few things about myself like what is my full name? For that matter, what is your name? Where do we live? What month is it? What year is it?”
            “Alley, slow down, honey. You’re going so fast that I can’t keep up.” Her mom chuckled. “Okay, I’ll help you a little, but we can’t overdo it. Your name is Allison Marie Anderson. You prefer Alley. My name is Catherine Anderson.  Its springtime and the month of April.” Catherine reached out for her daughter’s hand. “The doctor’s right, it’s beautiful this time of the year. When you’re up to it we’ll get outside and maybe something will jog your memory. As for the year it’s 2012, and we live in a small town called Rock City. Now, I really think you should get some rest. We don’t want to push you too fast.”
            “Okay. Thank you for filling in some of the blanks. My head is throbbing. I’m going to rest a little bit.”
            Catherine leaned down and kissed her daughter’s forehead, pulled the blankets up to her chin and turned the lamp off beside the bed. She turned and blew Alley a kiss as she exited the room.
            Alley quickly drifted off to sleep, but it wasn’t long before dream man re-appeared. Winter snow blanketed the ground.. She rode on the back of his sled going downhill after hill. She was laughing and had her arms wrapped around him. She was happy.  At the bottom of the last hill he faced her, gently kissing her on the lips.  They rolled off the sled, the man grabbed the rope and they started back up the hill to go again. Dream man put his arm around Alley as she snuggled in closer to him. She could see the love in his eyes. Who was he? The dreams felt so real.
            Alley come back to me. She heard him calling her. It wasn’t a dream. She could hear him plain as day, but it faded until she could hear it no more.
            “Who are you?  How do you know me?” Alley called out in her sleep, but got no answer in return.
            Alley’s eyes popped open to an empty room. Nobody was around and her dream man must be just that-- a dream. But why do I keep dreaming about the same man? Where have I seen him before? Maybe Mom knows.

                                         * * *

            The next morning Alley decided it was time to get out of bed and try to get her life back. She still had no memory of anything, but she intended to change that.
            She followed the smell of bacon and eggs down a spiral staircase with a dark cherry wood hand rail. As she got to the end of the stairs she stepped onto hardwood floors waxed to a perfect shine. The house was beautiful but looked like it was very old. She followed the smell to the kitchen where she found her mother standing at a mahogany table cutting fruit for a platter.
            “Good morning, Mother.”
            Catherine jumped. “Alley, you startled me. Honey, you shouldn’t be up walking around yet.”
            “I’m fine, Mom. I want to get back to my life. I want to do just as the doctor said. I plan to explore outside today. I may need a little direction before I get started.” She huffed out a short laugh.
            Her mother grinned at her as she finished slicing fruits. Alley admired the ripe, juicy strawberries, kiwi, and grapes. Her stomach growled.
            Catherine set the table and poured Alley a glass of orange juice to go with her breakfast.
            As Alley sat down she turned to her mother. “Mother. How old am I?”
             “Alley don’t worry so much. Your memory will come back, and if it doesn’t you’ll be fine. Head injuries are unpredictable, but to answer your question you’re twenty–two.”
            Alley ate her breakfast as more and more questions popped into her head. There was so much that she wanted and needed to know. “Where is my father? Do I have a father?”
            “Yes, dear, you have a father. He’s away on business and will return next week. He’s overjoyed that you’re awake and can’t wait to see you.”
            “Mom...thanks for putting up with all my questions. I’m trying to remember. I want to remember. I feel like there’s a big piece missing from me. I don’t feel whole right now.” Tears welled in her eyes and slipped down her cheeks.  She wiped them away and glanced out the window. The sun was shining bright. “I’m going to go for a walk. I think it will do me good to get out.”
            Catherine bit her bottom lip nervously. “Okay honey, if you’re sure, but be careful. You don’t know your way around yet. If you get turned around follow the fence. It’ll bring you back home.  All four thousand acres of our land is fenced in. So if you get lost just follow the fence. It might be a long walk, but it’ll get you back to the house.”
            Alley walked outside for the first time. She really had no clue where she was going, but she had to try and get her memory back. She wanted to know who the man was that she kept dreaming about. What did it all mean?
            As she walked away from the house she glanced over her shoulder. Behind her stood her home, she guessed, a beautiful white Victorian two story house with maroon trim. It had a wraparound porch with tall white columns. On the porch was a wooden swing with a maroon cushion. It swayed in the breeze, and she wondered if it was one of her favorite things to do. She was learning everything all over again.
            Alley walked across the open field, drawn to the small creek. It babbled through a shady spot, courtesy of some big oak trees, with a large rock off to the side. She climbed the rock and enjoyed the cool breeze against her cheeks.
            Alley, come back to me.
            Alley jumped and glanced around. Nobody was there. The wind must be playing tricks on her.
            Sitting by the creek watching the water flow downstream, Alley wondered who she was. The wind blew through her hair and the sun warmed her face. Alley brushed the hair away from her eyes as she lay back on the rock. She drifted off to sleep under the warmth of the sun.
            Images of a winged horse as white as snow entered her mind. It was the most beautiful animal she had ever seen. It pranced in a field of wild flowers. As Alley watched, a noise startled the majestic animal and it spread its wings wide flying off into the horizon. The scene struck her as familiar. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt like she knew the place and the animal. Angel. Yes that’s it, but why do I know the name of an imaginary animal? Head injuries were very odd. Nothing made sense anymore.
            A noise off in the distance woke Alley from her dreams. Rising from the rock, she scanned the open field. No winged horse to be found. Did I really think there would be? That’s crazy. They don’t even exist. My mind is simply dreaming to help it heal.
            It was getting late so Alley decided to walk back. As she approached the house she heard voices.
            “You have to face the facts. Her memory may never come back,” Catherine said.
            “It may never come back as long as she is here. She has to come back to Majestic Falls.” A man’s voice said.
            “That’s out of the question.”
            “Catherine, you can’t keep her here under false pretenses. Her place is with me. I know you think you’re protecting her and in some ways you might be, but she has to come back home. Her people need her.”
            Alley had no idea what they were talking about or who the man was. In her eagerness to see him, she clumsily knocked over a flower pot that went crashing down the steps.
            Catherine came running out, but she was alone.
            “Is somebody here, Mother?”
            “No, Sweetie. I had the radio on in the other room. Nobody is here.”
             Why would her mother lie? She’d heard two people having a conversation. People don’t have conversations with the radio, but she knew there must be a reason that her mother didn’t want to discuss it. Alley ran from room to room looking, but found nobody else in the house.
            Alley needed to be alone. She went up to her room to escape into a nice hot bubble bath which she thought would help her relax. Maybe being alone with her thoughts would help her figure something out. She didn’t care what, but she wanted to at least remember one thing.
            She sank down into the hot steaming water letting it warm her entire body. Alley laid back and closed her eyes hoping to see the man she kept dreaming about, but he didn’t appear. Sadness came over her. There was something about the guy of her dreams. She felt like she knew him.