Story Weaver

    My name is Grace Rose Fallen. I am a weaver of lives, stories of past times, wondering worlds as a glitch in time.

    I see those around me, I feel what they feel, and I can't help but try to help them when I feel deep down, they need it. In order to do this, I weave myself into their stories and I try to change their ending.

    This all started when I was younger, and the streetlights came on. We all remember those fables, right? Be home before the streetlights come on because after dark creatures come out to play. Well, I can tell you right now. Those stories we thought were to scare us, were really there to warn us.

    This night, I was walking home from my friends, which was just around the block, The sun started setting earlier than it normally did, so while I was walking home, the sun started setting and the streetlights started flickering. I started to walk faster, as I tried to make it home before they stayed on, and I almost made it. I was at the corner of my street, my house was halfway between the corners, I could see it. But the lights overhead shown down upon my head, taunting me. That is when I heard it. The tinkering of a bike bell, yet no one was around me, I thought maybe it was a windchime, I did see one on the way to my friends earlier that day. But there was no wind. Now at this point I was stopped at the corner, not sure why I wasn't running home. It was probably the slowest seconds pause of my life, because once I snapped out of whatever it was that stopped me from reaching my house, no longer had a hold on me, but I saw out of the corner of my eye movement, as I turned to look what it was, that is when I saw her, she had to be my age, she was walking alone after dark, she had her arms wrapped around her body, she was looking around like she was waiting for someone or something to attack her. I was about to yell at her to run, but I was too late shadows started to swarm, and in a split second they cleared, and she was gone. The shadows kidnapped someone right before my eyes. I've been weaving myself into other stories ever since, while trying to outrun those same shadows from my past.

    As I wove my stories, a substance unseen by man found me and I woke up covered in it. My emotions disappeared, I was walking these worlds I wove in a daze, not caring about the danger I started placing myself in, just to feel something, anything, again. The problem with the fog, as I have learned one night as I slept, is that it doesn't cover you as you sleep and everything that happened while awake and under that fog, comes back all at once and you are overwhelmed by those emotions that were once hidden. This is how they grow stronger, because as you sleep and those nightmares start attacking your dreams, you want to wake up to escape the pain. But be warned, when you wake from a nightmare before it ends, those shadows that created your nightmares escape into your world and hide until the lights go out once again. They become real, they become the story book characters you grow up reading, but they no longer represent what they once did, they are distorted, mirror images and darkened by shadows.

    Do you want to learn how these stories all played out? Follow me as I jump back into my past to face them all head on, with a goal to just survive them once again.

Chasing Willow Book Three of the Willow Series, being written now.

Until then please read Under the Willow Book One available now and be on the lookout for Beyond the Willow Book Two. 

This way you have the stories that lead to the introduction of the one and only Grace Rose and how she came to learn and understand she had a choice to make. Save her friends or live her life as it was.