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Stranger That Saved Her: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
Stranger That Saved Her: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
Stranger That Saved Her: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
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Stranger That Saved Her: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

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Stranger That Saved Her
Lost in a crowd. Abandoned by her new college roommate. Moving bodies everywhere. Young and out of place, Beth struggles through the outdoor market. A shot. A puff of concrete dust. A moment of quiet as all take a pause. Then chaos. And a stranger. The only one that can save her life.

“Stranger That Saved Her” can also be found in “Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 of 10 Stories from Your Favorite Genres.” Its complete short story list is:
• Rebellion of the Princess of Argon
• Once Every Year
• Walk of Power
• Twin Competition
• Valley Girl Vampire to Save the World
• A Future Song
• Stranger That Saved Her
• Contract Vampire
• Unstoppable Force
• Flight of Little Bird

“The story [A Future Song]...left me feeling satisfied and touched.”
 – Charles de Lint

The Storyteller's Collection Series
Vibrant stories from all genres populate this eclectic series. Each story a complete telling that will take the reader, from beginning to end, on a character driven ride. Volume by volume, all packed with dozens of new characters. See, hear, feel and taste their journeys to places spicy and exotic. And to places as warm and familiar as home.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherWayne Press
Release dateJan 30, 2017
ISBN9781386272014
Stranger That Saved Her: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

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    Stranger That Saved Her

    Stranger That Saved Her

    A Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 Short Story

    Stephanie Writt

    Wayne Press

    Contents

    Stranger That Saved Her

    Read and be happy!

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    Free Story: 1st in Geriatric Magic’s: The New York Collection

    Geriatric Magic

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    Free Story: 1st in Tony & Gage’s: The Junior Year Collection

    The Day Tony Earned Detention

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    Preview: Love & Jinx

    Part One

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

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    Stranger That Saved Her

    Beth’s world swirled around her in a froth of bodies and sunshine.

    Beth gripped the foldout knife in her pocket as she search through the moving bodies for an oasis of stability, and a vantage point to see over the crowd. Her tall lanky (model thin, sigh) college roommate had vanished in a flash of excitement for a deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich (these west coasters ate weird food) and had left Beth stranded in the busy throng of the Portland Saturday Market.

    Barely a sneeze over five foot, Beth struggled with the politeness of her small town upbringing and her brawl or nothing Texas genes. So many bodies, so many voices and chattering. No one saw her. No one heard her. Overloaded, Beth only registered shoulders and corduroy, patchwork and patroulie.

    Politeness be damned.

    Beth stuck out her elbows and waded into the bodies.

    She fought her way past white tent after white tent full of art & crafts, and homemade creations. Apparently, what collected dust in her own town’s flea market sold like hot cakes to the peoples of the Pacific Northwest.

    One person’s junk…

    The tent row parted at the rounded brick edge of a fountain. An older part of town, uneven cobble stone surrounded it. One of the few places to sit, the lip was lined with bodies eating and chatting, playing on their phone. A little girl leaned over the edge to pat her hand in the water while a clean-cut man in business casual held her waist and kept her from sliding in. A white guy in dreads (that’s a first) beat on the bottom of a bright orange paint bucket and made sounds from his mouth Beth could only describe as yodeling. But his coffee can sprouted dollar bills.

    A portly woman and his pre-teen daughter stood up from the fountain edge while they crumpled food wrappers in their hands. Beth darted for the edge and hopped up on it before a couple, each sporting of pair of thick framed glasses, grabbed the spot. Beth ignored their put upon sighs and gazed out over the sea of heads and bodies.

    It looked like a river of life and color that broke and flowed off white tent rocks. Though the river flowed up and downstream all at once.

    Beth scanned for her tall roommate, but the movement and swirl of so many bodies set her tummy sideways and her legs to jelly. What had she been thinking to come to a big city for college? So many people.

    What the hell was she doing there?

    Beth!

    Arms thrust out of the crowd in front of her and yanked her from the ledge.

    Pulled completely off balance, the cobblestones rushed up to her face.

    The strength in the arms that grabbed her slowed her fall, but her own weight slammed into her palms and knees. Every stray pebble beneath them cutting sharply into bare skin.

    CRACK!

    Dust showered down and people began to scream.

    The arms pulled her up into the dust.

    Stand-up. And run, a man’s voice, deep and commanding fill her ear with a loud ache. Arms, his arms, had her around the waist as he pulled and half carried her into the frenzied crowd.

    Confusion whirled around Beth on a swirl of running legs and fear. Beth focused on the ground in front of her and keeping her feet on it.

    They passed a boy dirty, bloody and crying on the ground. Beth turned to help as the crowd swallowed him out of sight.

    Wait, Beth yelled to be heard over the crowd, a boy is hurt.

    The grip on her tightened and pulled her away from the boy, We can’t stop.

    Let me go, Beth tried to plant her feet and elbow her way from the man, the boy!

    Dammit, Beth, The man mumbled as her fought her. Strong and trained in a way that seemed to anticipate as well and incapacitate until Beth faced the man unable to move.

    She panted into his face.

    Graying at the temples. Defined jaw. Slight tan.

    A cut above the eye, on the cheek, across the nose.

    Not new. They didn’t bleed.

    "Let me—

    Dammit Beth! The man shook her, That shot was for you!

    All her breath fled her body.

    Her mind spun.

    Why?

    She knew no one. Her mother a kindergarten teacher, her father worked produce at the Piggley-Wiggley. She had been in Portland for no more than a week. Unpacked, went to the store, and experienced the panic of attending her first college classes.

    Panic that measured nothing to that moment in a strange man’s arms.

    Being shot at?

    Those thoughts flew behind her eyes in a single blink.

    Butterscotch sandwich, the strange man’s eyes, powder blue, softened though his grip did not, Butterscotch sandwich. You can trust me, he darted a look behind him and he turned ridged, and we’ve gotta run.

    He released her, and

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