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Meeting Meghan



“Meg! Psst!”

“What is–”

Meg tuned out the voices and stared at the desk, not really seeing it. She was fantasizing about the stories Ms Leers told, the old lady at the edge of town. The ones about the rain gutter at that old house, the whirlpool one. The stories about other worlds, princesses and adventures, and Magic. Battles, wizards, knights in shining armor, fairies! Meg sighed. She felt in her heart it was true. But no one believed her, so she visited Ms Leers every day, in order to glean more information. Meg wished that she could get to the other world. Escape life here. Sure, she had friends. But she could take them with her. No one would miss her. She was just the problem child, the kid who was different, the kid who couldn’t do arithmetic. Or about anything else, it seemed like. With an over-active imagination, no attention span-


Meg snapped out of her trance. “Woah, what?”

Ms Lars, her teacher, was glaring at her. Ms Lars was nice, if only… Meg started to drift off…

“What!” She snapped back.

Ms Lars looked exasperated. “Meghan, please try to pay attention. I know it’s difficult for you, but I’ve seen you do it before.”

Ms Lars turned away and Meg groaned and stared at her paper. She began to doodle in the margins- fairies, knights, magic, adventure…



Ms Lars sighed. “See me after class, please.” Across the aisle, Meg’s friend Leslie shook her head. Meg blew a strand of bright blond her out of her face, ducked her head, and went back to work.


Feedback is appreciated!!


Intro to Book 1

In our rapidly changing world, there are few areas left that can still mesh with ‘other’ places, like our whole Earth was able to do long ago. These areas are small towns, none with a population over 110 and all barely heard of. Even in these places, few people are actually able to travel, and an even smaller amount actually know how. Each town is strangely connected to a different world, with one place in the town where the travel is possible. In each town, about every 10 generations, children are born with the ability to cross, and a greater likelihood to find their way. In Kairna, Maine, where technology is little and news is slow to reach, where the children travel about on bicycles and go to a small school, a town with a populations of 102, there is a street gutter. This gutter is large, too large, and strange. Every night after a rainstorm, it fills with water that swirls into whirling whirlpools. The gutter had been there a long time, but the eldest person in town told people that it had appeared when she was small. Out of the blue. Children would disappear in it and never be seen again. Few believed her. But one child did…


This is the intro to the book I will be creating and posting on here. I really would appreciate some helpful feedback so I can share this with the world.

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