Rebecca Patton
Bio
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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Spirit Eyes
Nola Snelling was born a normal girl to a loving family. As she got older, however, there were instances where she felt that she was being watched or that she wasn’t alone. At first, these feelings rarely happened, so Nola could just shrug it off. Then the feelings became more constant. By the time she was seventeen, Nola couldn’t wave those feelings off anymore.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Blind at Sea
Laura Bates hummed in contentment as she lay on the cruise lounge chair, her service animal, a German Shepherd named Norman sitting on the ground beside her. And yes, his full name was Norman Bates. He was a big softie though, always giving her kisses and ensuring she didn’t run into people or trip over big cracks in the sidewalk. This was good because Laura was completely blind. Had been ever since she was born, much to her parent’s initial dismay. Laura had never felt dismayed about it though, how could she when she never had her vision? Sure, sometimes she wondered and maybe daydreamed what it would be like to see her family, friends, and her surroundings but overall, she was perfectly satisfied with her life. If she wasn’t blind then she wouldn’t have Norman so there was also that.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Life Moves On
Tarron, Ruith, and a few other elves arrived at the scene not long after that, all on the shoulders of the giants. Haganto was immediately bombarded with questions while he received a healing spell from Ruith. The elf quickly realized that while his wound was a bite mark, he couldn’t detect any of Agron’s venom. Haganto did his best to answer all their questions, despite their growing incredulous looks and expressions of shocked disbelief. Not that Haganto blamed them.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
End of the Storm
Pain. That was all he knew, that was all he could think about. Pain shot from his arm to his brain, to the rest of his body, then back to his arm again, like a bolt of lightning getting reborn again and again. Black clouded his vision, and he had no idea if he was standing or lying down. He couldn’t even tell if he was conscious or if this all was just some horrible, never-ending nightmare.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
Only Five Minutes
Sheriff Parker popped a tic-tac (strawberry and cream flavored) into his mouth to calm the nerves in his stomach. He looked around and saw that the civilians in the town square were either talking amicably with each other or waiting patiently for their mayor and the town council to arrive. He looked up and saw the sun shining brightly and warmly, without a cloud in the sky. Sheriff Parker looked at his watch and read the time as 2:43 pm. The solstice ceremony was supposed to start at 2:45 pm, and his Deputy just radioed him that he, Mayor Cox, and the others were one minute out.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
