Jessi O’Donnell was your typical teenager, until a bus accident changed her life and allowed her to hear the sounds of events 24 hours before they happen! She has kept this ability a secret but when she hears the sounds of a woman being murdered, that all changes. How will she convince people that a murder will happen when she’s the only one, besides the killer, who knows?
Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at email@example.com.
How do you sleep? How do you dream? What do you feel like when that awkward moment hits combining both dream and reality? You know, those moments when a sound is incorporated into your dreaming subconscious and in the groggy aftermath you have no idea if it's reality or imagined. This short passage from "Sounds of Tomorrow" shows my character, Jessi, as a noise pulls her from her dreams, but she's unsure if it's real or a part of her mind playing tricks on her. What would you think? Please enjoy this short excerpt and consider reading "Sounds of Tomorrow" to follw the adventure.
Sounds of Tomorrow
Jessi didn’t sleep well that night, which was unusual for her. She normally slept more soundly than anyone she knew and could practically sleep through anything, but this particular night her brain wouldn’t let go of what was to happen. This was more serious than what she normally heard. For some reason, she took this to be more personal than any other sound. There was something nagging her about this particular sound. She couldn’t put her finger on it. It was like trying to recall a name; a name that you’ve known all of your life except for this one moment. It’s there, but it’s not there. If it were solid, you could almost grab it. The nagging thought flitted in and out of her dreams, and each time she awoke, it would have folded itself back up into her subconscious escaping recognition. So it came as no surprise that when the sun was lighting the slats of the blinds in her apartment bedroom window and the radio quietly came on to tickle her eardrums, she was in deep sleep. But as the music played and the cheerful DJs cracked jokes, eventually the life of day pulled away the cover of sleep. She opened her eyes and wiped away the blur of the night while trying to read the time.“Who gets up at 7:03 on a Saturday morning?” she said out loud to no one in particular. She turned off the alarm and forgot about the worries of the night, started to fall back to sleep. Then the loud noise from the other room started her heart beating hard and fast in her chest, throwing open her eyes and heightening every sense. She sat upright in bed and wondered if the sound was real or something imagined.