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I’m my time travel snippets this week, from a novella I wrote several years ago for an anthology called Crashing Into Love. The premise of the anthology was that a plane crash brought people together and some of them fell in love. Since I wanted to write an historical, and airplanes didn’t exist in the 19th century, I ended up writing a time travel romance, of course. It was called Crashing Through Time and I liked it quite a lot. I’ve never re-published it, but in 2017 I started revising it into a novel, called Falling In Time, but stopped when I needed time to write my Widow’s Club series.
In 2023 I’m pulling it back out, adding about 40k to it and hopefully self-publishing it later this year. But for now, I’ll share some snippets of it with you. I hope you enjoy it!
This week I’m fast forwarding a little. Corinne has survived the crash landing, but has to pee really badly. She strikes off into the nearby woods to answer the call of nature.
This week I’m picking up just where we left off last week: Corinne thinks the girl from The Ring might be stalking her.
BLURB:
More than hearts can be broken when you fall through time.
Corinne McGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall, she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.
EXCERPT:
She spun around, terrified, but nothing had changed. No dead wet girl on her tail. Just the trees and the well and that crunching glass noise.
Really, she needed to get a grip.
Except the noise had changed from discord to harmony. Almost a pleasant sound, now that she considered it. She took a step forward, and the volume increased, not painful, but soothing. More like a choir. Yes, she could definitely hear voices. They drew her on, one step at a time, toward the well, the sound more captivating with each footfall.
And a little more for good measure…
Before she quite realized it, she’d stopped only a single pace from the lip of the well. The structure stood waist high, the stones pockmarked, the mortar black with age. It must’ve been dry because no dank smell of stale or fetid water rose from it. No smell at all. Just the angelic sound of the choir.
Corinne dropped her hands to her sides, cocking her head. The volume of the jingling glass choir no longer sounded painful, although it was certainly much louder than when she’d begun walking toward it. Had someone put an amplifier in an abandoned well? Had she stumbled upon some sort of bizarre entertainment? Was she being pranked by some British version of Impractical Jokers or Candid Camera? She peered around, looking up in the trees for signs of live feed or time lapse cameras. Nothing of that sort presented itself to her. The rest of the forest lay still and hushed. Not even any birds chirped. Of course, she couldn’t have heard them if they were. So what the hell was going on here?
Curiosity replaced fear. She stepped up to the structure until the well’s ragged rim pressed into her stomach. Such beautiful music. Where did it come from? Taking a deep breath, she leaned over the edge, peering into the Stygian darkness. The angelic choir hit a single high note with the force of a gale wind. Her head filled with an eerie white light, she swayed over the edge, and plunged into the inky depths.
See you next week!
Don’t forget to check out the rest of the Warriors here. There are some fantastic snippets to be read.
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There had to be a portal somewhere, but I thought she’d already gone through one. To find out this is when she “falls”… excellent job leading us to this point
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Nice build up… then leave us hanging… gosh. Great snippet.
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She fell into a well. She fell into a well????? Low-key anxiety about where she’s going to end up. The bottom of the well? if so, how is she getting out? Or is the well bottomless and she’ll land in a different place?
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Oh myyy….that was dramatic. And unique, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Can’t wait for more of this story. Great snippet!
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I apologize in advance for this: Well, well, well, I think Corinne has found a portal!
The no other sounds, not even birds singing, would have creeped me out. The angelic singing though…I can see how she ended up close enough to get knocked in.
Really good flow on this! I like how she’s thinking she needs to get a grip, and then doesn’t have a grip on the well when that wind hits her.
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Oops! So much for following tantalizing music. Very dramatic ending.
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You cannot leave us here – with her falling down a well!!!!
Tweeted.
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