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On Raven Wings
On Raven Wings
On Raven Wings
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A joyride gone wrong leaves a group of teenage friends at odds about what actually happened. Eric knows he saw a girl in the road. He watched the windshield spider-web as her body rolled across the hood. Horrified, he's convinced they killed someone, but a roadside search comes up empty. 

His mild concussion might explain the hallucinations, but Eric thinks he's going crazy. They murdered someone and left the scene. Now her ghost is haunting him. 

Everyone thinks Eric is losing it, but a clue revealing a missing girl who looks exactly like the ghost he's seeing suggests otherwise. In search of the truth, Eric discovers some secrets are too grave to share, even among best friends. 

On Raven Wings is a short novella of approximately 12,000 words. This story contains language which may not be suitable for some readers.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDragon's Gold
Release dateJun 1, 2015
ISBN9781513060859
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    On Raven Wings - Jennifer Melzer

    ON

    RAVEN

    WINGS

    JENNIFER MELZER

    This story is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogue therein are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    On Raven Wings

    Copyright © 2015 Jennifer Melzer

    www.jennifermelzer.com

    All rights reserved.

    By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this book. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, compiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced to any information storage and retrieval system, in any form of by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express permission of Jennifer Melzer

    Screaming tires spit chunks of rock and painted a cloud of dust on the road behind them. The Charger hugged the turn dangerously, and Eric squinched as he leaned forward to grip the dashboard. Kenny licked his lower lip, and grinning, looked back out at the road in front of them.

    Relax man. I could drive this road blindfolded.

    Tendrils of smoke drifted into the front seat on the currents of Andy’s laughter, and Eric’s fingertips dug deeper into the dash. Several times he opened his mouth to speak, but lack of courage stopped him. It was Andy’s giggles from the backseat that finally pushed him to say, If you wreck my car, I’ll kill you.

    Kenny flashed the charming rows of his perfect teeth across the car. A stretched black curl fell over Kenny’s forehead, across his line of vision and he huffed it away with a confident breath, You need to chill, man.

    Coughing, Andy slid out of the rearview mirror and pressed his knees into the back of the seat, escalating Eric’s temper.

    Seriously, man, Eric glowered over his shoulder. Cut it out.

    Kenny’s right, you need to chill. Carmen bumped herself forward and shouldered into Sara. Her bangle-braceleted arm held the joint to Kenny’s lips, and he inhaled. Don’t be such a pussy, Shipman.

    One of Carmen’s bracelets caught on Kenny’s jacket as she withdrew and the car reacted to the jerk with a leftward leap. Eric clenched his stomach muscles so tight he almost puked. At seventeen, Kenny was on his second license suspension and shouldn’t have been driving to begin with. The two of them had been best friends since the second grade though, and often all it took was a devil-may-care smile to convince Eric Kenny’s brand of trouble was fun.

    Someone almost always got hurt, or wound up in trouble.

    Eric watched the speedometer jump ecstatically against one-oh-five, and the roar of the motor vibrated his body inside and out. The simplest turn became a nightmare not even Eric could close his eyes to anymore, and it was only a matter of time before they went spinning over an embankment to their death.

    All right, you had your fun. Teeth clenched, knuckles white on the dashboard, Eric roared, Kenny, stop the car! I mean it, stop the fucking car.

    Most people signaled their own negligence with phrases like trust me, but Kenny said nothing. He implied the sentiment in the dangerous twitch of his lips. His gaze lingered sidelong as he approached a blind turn that would surely be the end of them.

    I’m gonna be sick. Eric’s heart dropped into his stomach.

    "Dude,

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