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    Onto A New World
    Onto A New World
    Onto A New World
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    Onto A New World

    By David Swan

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    As well as Emily's adventure into the supposed magical world there is also Michael's tale of redemption and seeking peace through meditation which mirrors, his, and his daughter's parallel spiritual journeys.

    Emily meets a guardian angel in her dreams and he helps her to cope with grief. After finding peace she meets the guardian angel again and he tells her of her destiny but will Emily follow?

    Emily can not tell if she is suffering from psychosis or becoming psychic, and will her new found interest in politics lead to anything?

    At least she has a white Puma as an angel and a crow to warn her of the future.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Swan
    Release dateNov 13, 2016
    ISBN9781370048922
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    David Swan

    I have been writing for 5 years and prefer novellas. I have not yet established a genre and find myself enthused by an idea and then build a story around it that happens to be science-fiction or urban fantasy.I studied creative writing at Bangor University, Wales and had the chances to study other great writers which helped me a lot.I have not written much since a I have traveled a lot recently but I am starting to fire things up again.Looking at what I have written so far I am inspired by the world around me, my own personal experiences, and my hopes and fears for the future.

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      Onto A New World - David Swan

      Copyright © 2016 by David Peter Swan

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Epilogue

      Chapter 1

      They had all been prepared for this moment by their father. He wasn’t the kind of man to hide his hurt. A rarity some might say. Once he knew the diagnosis was definite and there was nothing else the doctors could do. The family went through exactly what would happen. Right down to his last breath. And this was where they were now. The last breath. Emily went up to her father and touched his hand. She was in a profound state of shock as all the family members were. Her father’s hand was warm but weak. She felt the lightest of grasps and then he tugged her towards him. As she walked towards her father she held our father’s silver cross in her other hand. Tightly. The sharp edges of the cross dug deeply into her skin. He seemed to be trying to say something to her. She leaned in a little bit closer while her grandmother touched her shoulder reassuringly.

      ‘I think he wants to say something,’ said her Grandmother.

      Emily placed her ear close to her father’s face until she could feel his warm breath against her cheek. She then stepped back feeling a little confused.

      ‘three-six-nine’ she thought he said but Emily seemed unsure.

      Her mother looked at her as if her father had offered her a last word but Emily just shrugged her shoulders. Uncomfortable with the situation.

      ‘Must be the medication,’ said Emily and stepped back. She swallowed hard fighting back the tears. She had promised her father that she would not cry when the time came. She said she would save her tears for outside when she had the whole sky to comfort her.

      The family seemed to unconsciously step back and form a half circle daisy chain. They held each other’s hands as if in prayer. The tightness of their grip was the only thing holding them together. The Doctor turned round to look at Emily’s mother as if looking for approval. Catherine gave a slight nod and a resigned smile.

      The Doctor walked towards the machine and switched it off. Silence was an unwelcome visitor for the next few minutes. It forced everyone else to form a tighter chain. Everybody squeezing each other’s hands for that extra comfort. No one said anything for what seemed like hours. And then the Grandmother’s tears broke the silence. A gentle weeping that broke the chain as each person turned towards someone else for comfort. Emily just continued to stare at her father’s body. It’s stillness. She was looking for signs of life leaving the body as if she might notice a faint whisper of his spirit rise up and out of the ceiling but the white sheet that now covered her father’s face was a frozen shroud. She whispered her prayers silently. Confident that he was now in heaven. Her thoughts took her to the last time they had moved house and that final look down the hallway when you close the door. All the memories that you shared and that deep sadness you felt when you realized you were never coming back.

      Her Mother put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her close into her. The soft touch of wool against her face comforted her as did the tears that dropped onto her head from her Mother’s cheeks. The family were then shown into another room where Emily was left with her Grandparents while her Mother went to discuss things with the doctor. Emily picked up one of the half-chewed magazines and flicked through the photos as a distraction. Her mind should have been on her move to secondary school this September. Becoming twelve was supposed to be a turning point in her life. This summer should have been one she’ll never forget, and it will be, but for all the wrong reasons.

      Her mother walked into the room and nodded to everyone giving a faint smile. Emily’s Grandfather looked up and said, ‘Done?’

      Done, seemed such a cold word but somehow relevant in its immediacy. Yes, it had been done, and they could all go home and try and get on with their lives.

      ‘Just some paper work to sign and we can go.’

      After dropping off her Grandparent’s. Emily and her Mother drove home in silence. As they arrived home. Her friend Tabitha and her mother were parked outside and Emily allowed herself a smile to balance out the serious expression on her friend’s face. Hugs were exchanged as the Mother’s headed into the kitchen while Tabitha and Emily went into Emily’s bedroom.

      ‘Are you OK?’ asked Tabitha.

      ‘Sure fine. Not much to talk about really. Shall we watch a film instead?’ said Emily.

      ‘Ok you pick one then.’

      Emily selected Peter Pan and placed the disc into the DVD player. Tabitha grabbed the duvet and they both curled up on Emily’s bed. Emily held the pillow closely while Tabitha occasionally glanced across at her to make sure she was ok. It wasn’t too long before Emily fell asleep with the numbers her father spoke floating through her mind. 3-6-9.

      Emily’s house was of the modern pre-fabricated kind. The external style was a nod to the Victorian era but with the solid reassurance a modern house could offer. Her bedroom walls were painted white and the posters on the wall reflected her tastes in strong female heroines from Katniss to Angelina Jolie. Her room was surprisingly clean for a girl her age and furniture and ornaments were placed neatly and in order. The odd picture of Ghandi or Einstein would also be there but only at the insistence of her Dad, to inspire her.

      The cross and image of Christ by her bed had also been given to her by her father but she considered it part of her faith and her way of connecting to her Dad. It was this faith that was getting her through this traumatic experience. Her mother Catherine walked in while she was praying. Catherine didn’t follow

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