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    Unseen Worlds
    Unseen Worlds
    Unseen Worlds
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    Unseen Worlds

    By Linda Jordan

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    Five fantasy stories of life moving from this world to the next, of strange creatures, ghosts who don’t see themselves as dead and lost and found souls.

    Includes: Alfred Lets Loose, Brittle Flames, Coming Into Being, The Magic of Clay and To Death and Back Again.

    Pull up a chair and dive into this wildly imaginative collection of stories. Let them capture your heart and take you to other worlds you’ve never dreamt existed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMetamorphosis Press
    Release dateApr 11, 2018
    ISBN9781386355908
    Unseen Worlds
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    Linda Jordan

    Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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      Unseen Worlds - Linda Jordan

      Unseen Worlds

      Unseen Worlds

      Linda Jordan

      Metamorphosis Press

      Contents

      To Death and Back Again

      The Magic of Clay

      Coming Into Being

      Brittle Flames

      Alfred Lets Loose

      About the Author

      To Death and Back Again, The Magic of Clay and Coming Into Being:

      Copyright © 2016 by Linda Jordan

      Brittle Flames and Alfred Lets Loose:

      Copyright © 2013 by Linda Jordan

      Published by Metamorphosis Press

      To Death and Back Again

      To Death and Back Again

      One minute Jonah lay dying on a battlefield in France. His body in agony as blood seeped from his wounds, the wrenching pain made all his muscles tighten.

      He regretted never telling Jane his feelings for her, he’d spent his time with books instead. Regretted not seeing his father again. Then his vision darkened and he felt a vast emptiness.

      The next moment he found himself in a young boy’s body. The boy stood looking out a small round window. In the distance lay only water. The window was in a huge metal hulk of a ship, perhaps where the anchor chain had once been, Jonah didn’t know much about boats. But the ship lay tilted. It sat on land. Dry dock, was that what it was called? Or had it crashed.

      He ran his hands over his head, the boy’s head, and found a knitted wool cap. The room where he stood was cold. The air coming in from outside, just as blistering. He tucked his hands in the pockets of a thick wool coat.

      What had happened? Had he died on that battlefield? Of course he had. The wounds had not been survivable.

      He shivered at the memory of blood, pain and cold. Death had surrounded him. It stank of mud. As if a thousand cows and pigs had been butchered in that field and left to rot. But no, they were men.

      But how had he come here? In this body?

      A blast of wind shot through the metal hole, bringing with it the scents of salt, kelp and fish.

      He looked out the hole again, and down. Over to the right lay the working harbor. Fishing boats were moored, people unloading white tubs of fish. But the boats didn’t look like any he’d ever seen. What part of the world was he in?

      The boy’s body took over, unable to stand still any longer he giggled and ran out of the room. Climbed some metal stairs, with great effort. They were tall and he was so short.

      It felt so good to be in a child’s body. Filled with energy and life.

      Somehow, he made it up flights and flights of tall stairs, far up onto the deck. He shrieked and yelled, just because he could. The gulls cried back in response.

      The sky was gray with clouds and the wind briskly whipped past him, a few snowflakes floating past.

      Winter, it was definitely winter.

      Reginald, yelled a deep, male voice.

      His father, it must be his father.

      He ran, unwilling to be caught. Yet giggling all the while. He opened a door, his young body barely tall enough to reach the doorknob, and hid in a smallish room filled with windows on three sides. The room had been stripped almost bare, yet when he climbed up on the metal benches and could see out, he knew this was where the boat was driven from. He could see ahead and on both sides.

      The boat faced out to sea. Why was it here aground? And how old was the boat? He’d never seen one made this sturdily before. He’d only been on a boat once. The one that took him to France to fight. That hadn’t lasted long. Only two battles before he’d died. Or maybe they were skirmishes. He didn’t know. That was for the historians to figure out. He’d been just a simple farmer, turned soldier.

      Heavy footsteps sounded on the deck and a large dark shadow opened the door.

      There you are, you little rascal. Well, what do you think of her, Reggie"

      Jonah, he said, with a tongue that couldn’t seem to pronounce it right. Jonah. He tried again.

      Jonah is it? Do you think you’re in the belly of a great whale? Your mum’s been telling you too many bible stories. Reggie’s your name. Your named after me pa, Reginald.

      Jonas, he repeated, firmly.

      Well, what do you think of this boat, little man?

      He shrugged, looking at his father. Tall, with dark hair and eyes, the man wore a wool coat and beneath it one of those sweaters that was narrow around the neck, rising up to cover it

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