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    A Walk of Power: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    A Walk of Power: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
    A Walk of Power: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story
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    A Walk of Power: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

    By Stephanie Writt

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    A Walk of Power
    Power. Abilities. Magic? Leanne has no idea where they come from or why she has them. But one afternoon drive to the suburbs will answer all of her questions. And present a very powerful choice.

    “A Walk of Power” 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 2, 2017
    ISBN9781386113294
    A Walk of Power: A Storyteller's Collection: Vol. 1 Short Story

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      A Walk of Power - Stephanie Writt

      A Walk of Power

      A Walk of Power

      A Storyteller’s Collection: Volume 1 Short Story

      Stephanie Writt

      Wayne Press

      Contents

      A Walk of Power

      Read and be happy!

      Want to read more in this collection?

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

      Geriatric Magic

      Want to read more in this series?

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

      The Day Tony Earned Detention

      Want to read more in this series?

      Preview: Love & Jinx

      Part One

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Love & Jinx: Want to finish reading?

      Also by Stephanie Writt

      About the Author

      A Walk of Power

      Safe within the sterile confines of Italian leather and chrome, Leanne gazed through the crystal clear passenger window of her newest Austin Martin to the pathetic little house her sister lived in.

      With a distracted thought, Leanne lifted a special-treated leather wipe out of the glove box. The thin cloth floated through the air like a little ghost to the nearest expanse of pale beige leather seating, while she squeezed the braided matching leather grip on her steering wheel with both hands.

      Leanne took in a deep breath of the fresh pine smell, derived from the best chemicals science could provide, and contemplated the toy-littered, cracked, and rainbow-chalked concrete walk from her vehicle to the front door in her $7000 heels.

      Leanne closed her eyes and willed Bach’s soothing tones to override the sounds she heard inside her head. Sounds that had nothing to do with her ears.

      …but Mo-om. Aunt Le-aaa-nne? Chelsie, her sister’s five-year old whined. "She’s so fancy. And mean. I hate her."

      Leanne flinched, and for the first time since her abilities had begun to surface a few months prior, she wished she could turn them off.

      At least the mind reading.

      Which was all the more easy when the person spoke their thoughts. Which children always did. Thoughts into words, with little stop gap in between. If only they didn’t touch, Leanne would like children just fine.

      Leanne sighed, set her head back on the headrest, gentle as to not disrupt her sleeked French twist, and looked out her windshield.

      Two rows of dilapidated shacks lined either side of the street of the American Dream. Ten-year-old Hondas and Tauruses filled driveways separated from each other only by a small swath of yellowing lawn. Trees, that rained autumn-colored leaves that instantly went to muddy mulch, canopied the street.

      A street that hadn’t been repaved in a handful of decades, her mechanic had reminded her of that morning. Had urged her away from driving that Austin Martin to see her sister. To take the Range Rover.

      Leanne had laughed and told Marcus she wasn’t driving into the wilderness, and if something happened, well, that’s what she paid him for.

      Now Leanne observed the street to her sister’s dream home and reconsidered her original assessment.

      A baby’s sharp cry, Leanne heard both in her mind and ear, jerked her upright.

      Her concentration shattered, the cleaning cloth floated to the leather passenger seat, then slipped between the seat and the door.

      Leanne swore.

      Through all her practice she hadn’t been able to move items she didn’t have line-of-sight on. Yet.

      Just like her mind reading, clairvoyance, and every other thing she had ever wanted, ‘no’ was not an option. Hard work and dedication did not scare her either. Quite the contrary. If she didn’t have to work for it, it wasn’t worth having.

      Easy was suspicious.

      Leanne glanced back out her passenger window to the poorly manufactured front door set with some sort of faux stained glass side panels.

      This, her sister, this relationship, the kids, being a part of their lives, was the hardest work she had ever faced. Beyond the obligation of blood, Leanne didn’t think it was worth it.

      Leanne pushed the perfectly balanced door open and slipped into a stand with a grace built by years under the skilled hands of a physical trainer. Her pale pink skirt edge kissed the tips of her knees as she began her careful walk around the car to the passenger door. Seeing family had not been enough to get her out of the car. But a rogue wipe that could stain carpeting did.

      One look at the three feet of muddy grass between her and the sidewalk brought her to a halt. It fortified her determination to increase her kinetic abilities until she could lift herself. Up and over. Alleviate many unsavory situations and save many a favorite shoe. Leanne steeled herself to tip-toe to concrete sanctuary when a perfectly manicured masculine hand appeared under her nose.

      Leanne glanced up to her savior knight, took in his gold and gemmed cufflinks (sapphires, bold), tailored pinstriped suit, clean shaven tan jaw, and brilliant blue eyes that matched his cufflinks. They sparkled. And held a knowledge, depth and internal power she had seen in many of the high placed men in the business and political world.

      But not at the level this man contained. He thrummed with it.

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