Be careful of the
ocean callings – she lurks beneath the surface waiting. She can take over your
mind and drown you. That was the warning from the village but surely it was
just a myth – right?
Marty has a dilemma; the girl he thought was drowning has
‘connected’ to him. It is not the usual attraction either. The girl seems to be
able to read his thoughts and penetrate his mind. What’s more, her eyelids move
from the side.
Marty’s housemates are concerned but they have made their
own discovery: Gardenstown, where they are staying, conceals a dark secret
known as the resonance. The local myths
refers to the ocean callings but what is the resonance and what does she do? Why
is death involved and is there a link?
The Ocean
Callings
by
Ruby
Published by Ruby
Copyright Ruby 2012
This book shall not be lent, resold or hired out by way of
trade or otherwise without the author’s consent. All rights remain with the author:
Ruby
An open heart truly feels life.
Insight:
‘They’re
us and we’re them. There will never be a time when the two tribes will not be
drawn to one another - that is our curse, our burden and our secret.’
CHAPTER
0
The Resonation
1834
A bizarre humming filled the air
and swirled about the remote Scottish village of Gardenstown - she was
searching. The villagers purposely avoided discussion, glanced at each other
knowingly and scurried to the safety of their grey, stone cottages. Trouble was
brewing, she would have her wrath and the culprit would die - it was
inevitable.
CHAPTER
1
The fluid motion.
June
last year.
The waves that crisp morning
peeled elegantly towards the shore. Rainbows danced amongst the salty spray. The
undulating motion of the scarlet-tinged ocean drowned out her subtle call. Her
new love was unaware he had chosen her and that she had accepted.
Marty,
wearing dark jeans and a green hoody, stood at the edge of the cliff top,
gazing down at the sea with his arms folded. The smell of damp grass and
seaweed wafted on the same breeze ruffling his dark, wavy hair. With a quick
flick, he swept a few wispy strands behind his ear and continued to dither.
Should he go in? The thought of climbing into a damp wetsuit at that time of
the morning was enough to turn anyone off! Rubbing his tired eyes, he was
consumed in his usual shall I or shan’t I routine. After picking fluff off the
arm of his hoody, he shuffled towards Bertha, his camper van, turned back and
paused. Was that a woman swimming?
Out
to sea an enormous set of waves rose on the horizon. The unsuspecting swimmer maintained
her rhythmic crawl. Surely she would notice. The rolling waves gathered momentum
as they pursued her and prepared their weighty descent.
“Bollocks!”
he muttered under his breath. With a jolt, he tore down the rickety staircase,
navigated the slippery cockle-crunching shoreline and broke into a sprint on the
compacted sand.
The first wave towered above the
girl.
“You
need to come in,” shouted Marty, waving frantically from the beach.
With
the repetitive crawling rhythm, the swimmer did not break her routine. Instead,
she continued oblivious to the rising ocean walls. With a sense of
helplessness, Marty watched the wave peak, tumble and crash down. She was gone.
He waited for some indication of her location. Nothing. With a glare at the water, he gritted his teeth. Why did it always happen to him? In aggravation, he kicked off his flip-flops and waded into the shallows. The froth of the first wave roared towards him. He dived and surfaced. Sucking in a lung-full of air, he submerged intending to swim beyond the break. As he swam, he urgently searched for even a hint of her presence. There was nothing. Surfacing for another breath, a huge wave rose above him. Marty gazed up at the glistening, fluid wall and ducked back to the churn beneath. Could he see hair or seaweed? The circling ocean motion spun his athletic physique into an area of calm where a peaceful figure was suspended. With a mass of golden hair drifting in all directions and mischievous glint in her eye, she smiled. It was her!
His
heart pounded as the air slowly evacuated his lungs. As he sunk, he gazed at
the beautiful creature knowing he had to surface. With a strong kick, his
survival instincts overrode his desire to stay. Full of curiosity, she followed
him, circled and silently peered into his soul. She emitted a gentle hum that tingled
through his veins. He had to surface! With an amused expression she radiated
the feeling of love.
With the expression of confusion,
he touched his heart.
She smiled and radiated again.
Butterflies tingled in his gut.
He was mesmerised. He desired to
stay.
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