"The Chosen have been revealed."
Throughout time, there is the line between history and legends. Some prove the others and others suppress.
Now, in The Book of The Elect, go through a series of worlds across time and space detailing from short stories, poems, documents, and encounters with the many things of the natural world and the spiritual world.
An anthology collection prepared for those chosen for the future.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Short StoriesFrom the eyes I saw nothing but darkness. The cold air rattled me by its cool touch as it swooped in from the doorway. Trying my hardest to lay back to sleep, I could not. Upon deciding to get up from the bed and take a small walk around my home, I began to wonder if I was having an unusual event in my own home. True, I did have my skepticism on the matter of ghosts or spirits. Whichever you prefer to call them. I did hesitate to do a full search of my home because of my thoughts telling me of a burglar in the home. Once that thought entered my mind, I immediately grabbed my sword and walked slowly through my home.
Upon finding nothing inside the home. I took a big exhale and walked back to bed. Few hours later, I wake up to the same sight of darkness and the cold air had returned. Now, I wonder if someone really is inside my home. I hear sounds of footsteps coming from the kitchen area. I jumped up and ran toward the kitchen. While I entered it, no one was inside the kitchen. Wiping my head from this strange occurrence, I had no answers to give to these kinds of questions. I started to have a low level of panic inside of my body and rushed back to the bedroom. I later went back to sleep.
I woke up the following morning to the sense of someone in my home. I decided to get dressed and I walked into the front room of the home and I saw no one. But, I could’ve swore I heard someone in the home beside myself and I could hear their voice. It sounded like a elderly woman’s voice talking as if she wasn’t the only one in the room.
After doing my labor, I returned home and prepared for bed. Though, this time when I entered the home, I saw the elderly woman standing in the hallway, looking towards the kitchen. I called out to her and she didn’t make the slightest move. I called to her again and she slowly inched her way toward my sight. She stared at me with cold eyes and I stared back.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Hiago J. M. Soares
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Translated by Frank Pallares
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Author review: This translation was done very well. Great work. |
