Cover Contest 2018: Painted Girl
Cover in category: 'Fiction' > '
- Occult & Supernatural
- Visionary & Metaphysical
Sara. Haunted by her mother's ghost.
RedHorse was there when the mud grabbed me and wound its way through my body. My dead mother's voice sang in the shadows scaring me. RedHorse comforted me, and my heart shattered in my chest, pounding away at his closeness.
Hopefully, he won't think I'm crazy and tell Grandfather that the woods scared me. I won't have Grandfather worrying that I'm going crazy. And no, there is no such thing as ghosts. It's only the wind, whispering over the trees.
RedHorse. Tortured by his father's voice.
Sara tempts me and pulls me toward her like a filly to a lump of sugar. If only my father's ghost didn't stalk me every time Sara comes close. I have to leave, I can't tolerate the farm anymore and the muffled voices in my head. Hopefully, I can convince Sara to leave Kansas, her grandfather, and our community. To make a life somewhere else without the ghostly spirits that yell at me. She could sell the land her grandfather leaves her and we could start anew.
If she'll have me.
The Old One. The Bad is coming.
And someone will have to pay the price at some point, even if it is with a life. The sacred land must be kept safe from trespassers, or we'll take the land ourselves and more. Some spirits are angry and argue that this was once ours and it could be again if the Spirit Key leaves, we can unlock the door to the death realm that is kept shut by each Spirit Key.
We have to stop them, but only if Sara finds her calling on her own, without interference.
Grandfather. The Old One called me.
Took me off my Kansas horse farm and into the future. My beautiful land had been taken away, bulldozed and turned into a suburb. The land must stay in the family or our heritage will be lost and coated over with asphalt.
Only the Spirit Key can save our heritage.
Young Sara looks like the best candidate, but she's yet to see any ghost since she was a babe and her father's spirit cuddled her as she screamed in fright. She must embrace her Native American roots to keep the land safe from intruders and that means letting in the ghosts and with it the fears of that night so long ago. Her life is at a crossroads. She's floundering unable to find a job or her calling. Struggling along without a purpose is the worst thing a person can do.
Death is always near.
My time wanes. The spirits need a leader, someone to help them cross-over, or they will take matters into their own hands and make war on the living so that the land will be free to hunt without human interference.
But a niggling tells me the Old One has something else in mind. Something I won't like.
The Spirit Key needs a helper.
Someone who respects our heritage and can speak to the dead. I pushed Sara and young RedHorse together, and the relationship could work, but the spirits don't want him. They've seen his future and soon, he will step on the ledge towards death.
I made a bad choice.
A new world full of old spirits, love, suspense, and culture.
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