The Wisp, Chapter One/Part One

The Wisp, Chapter One/Part One

A Story by Pryde Foltz
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The opening to my novel series, Slip Treaders. Have a listen or read.

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The Wisp

Gentle gusts blew through layers of whispering leaves. Those with the lightest grip let go and cut red and gold traces through the air. They settled soundlessly on the pavement below. Above a low-hanging sun shared the sky with a pale crescent that had just crested the horizon. A morning moon at dusk, her mother called it. It was a lovely evening but Bara walked alone. Not another living soul, an empty town at a time when the residents of Windfall were usually rushing home for dinner. How strange? But then there was an insistent tug on her sleeve. Not alone after all. She looked down. A girl of four or five years old looked back up. She wore a red pea coat with a matching beret. Curls not far off the shade of Bara’s own strawberry blonde scooped down and brushed her collar. Dark glasses with white frames, heart shaped, hid her eyes. She said nothing, but a tear escaped from below a plastic rim and trailed down a plump cheek.“Are you lost?” Bara asked. “Do you want me to help find your mommy?” 

The girl nodded and held out her chubby hand. Bara reached out but was jostled from behind before her fingers could take hold. The street was full now. Where had they all come from? A steady stream of men and women pushed and shoved as they passed. Halloween was over. Yet they were all dressed in costumes from the past and wore dark glasses. 

Bara looked down again. The girl had gone … but not far. She now stood under the shade of an oak tree a few meters away. A tall man, made even taller by a black top hat, had her by the arm. She struggled to get free. Something told Bara he wasn’t her father. A protective spirit surged in her. She fought her way through the crowd and threw her slight, sixteen-year-old body at his massive frame. The man merely stepped back, but he did let go of the girl. 

“Run!” Bara told her. The girl didn’t hesitate. Her short legs took flight and she disappeared into the crowd. There’d be no escape for Bara. Dark gloved hands reached out and took hold of her shoulders. She looked up, opened her mouth to protest, but never uttered a word. Sudden terror had squeezed her throat shut. Under the brim of the man’s top hat were two empty black holes where his eyes should have been. His eyelids quivered and something, something that shouldn’t be there, rolled inside his skull in waves of oily black and silver. 

The man gave a wry smile and let out a chuckle that cracked with charge. His hands moved up from her shoulders and took hold of her throat. His fingers stiffened. The realization hit. He’s going to kill me. Bara struggled. Her flailing arms made contact with no one and nothing. His smile grew wider. His grip tightened and closed off her windpipe. He lifted her from her feet. Her toes just grazed the asphalt below and she was in the air … only for a moment. His hands loosened from her throat. She fell to her knees. The man then left the ground. 

With her face hidden under an abundance of red-gold curls, a girl about Bara’s own shape and size held him aloft with only one arm. Odd. She also wore a red pea coat and beret.

“She is mine,” came her hissing voice. As if he were no more than a rag doll, she tossed the man aside. Before making contact with the ground, he exploded in a burst of silver and screams. Charges trailed and sizzled through the air. When the sound and movement finally died down, a cloud of silver dust hung and then dropped with a heavy thud. The wind blew away the dust and the man was gone. 

Thinking the nightmare over, Bara looked to her rescuer. Her rescuer turned to her. The nightmare wasn’t over. There stood a mirror image, same shape, size, hair, and face. A doppelgänger. Everything was the same, everything but the eyes. They were black and empty of identity, just as the man’s had been. The doppelgänger cocked her head to the side. With a hand as gentle as a venomous snake, she bent down and reached out for Bara’s cheek. “Hush, hush,” she cooed and stroked. Her youthful mouth turned down. Two heavy folds grew from her nose, dragging her cheeks until they sagged below her chin. Crow’s feet formed around her black eyes and spread until they reached a now grey hairline. Deep crevasses pocked and ran across a once-smooth forehead. Bara stared at herself as an old woman.

“I am here now,” her demented double reassured. “Everything is just fine.” Everything wasn’t just fine, not even close. The doppelgänger smiled a wide smile that grew wider still. Wrinkles bent and twisted under the strain of an ever-increasing black hole of a mouth, a mouth that threatened to erase its face … but in the next instant, it closed again and returned to normal. 

The doppelgänger turned her head as though at a sound and then back at Bara. “Soon,” she whispered and then disappeared in a storm of silver and electricity. 

The doppelgänger was gone. The man was gone. All the other passersby had disappeared too. But Bara wasn’t alone. A solitary form approached. The dark-haired boy! Everything was alright now. This boy she knew. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders, his strides long. His hair, dark and wavy, shown copper in a sun setting too rapidly to be real. The sun slipped below the horizon like a coin into a slot. The sky disappeared into night and the world dimmed to darkness. Bara heard her own breathing, fast and shallow. His breath was strong and even. He was so close now. Her fingers found his warm cheek. She stepped closer and he opened his arms. 

Like someone had thrown a switch, the moon lit up the night sky. Stars burst through the black. His eyes, vibrantly blue, smiled down at her. His lips brushed her mouth. She returned the kiss, wishing it would go on forever. It didn’t. 


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Part One



The Wisp is available on amazon.com and can be ordered in through most bookstores and libraries. 


Part Two



© 2019 Pryde Foltz


Author's Note

Pryde Foltz
Bara dreams of the dark-haired boy, but one blustery day, the dark-haired boy is replaced by a silvery spectre who haunts her even when she is awake, pulling her deeper into dreams and closer to secrets she is better off not knowing. Waking up is no relief. The fictional east-coast town of Windfall offers its own surprises: immortal witches, coffee-loving werewolves, and dream boys come to life. A dead man's diary names Bara a Clavigen and calls upon her to cage the evil. She must defeat the witch who has ensnared the Wisp in a piece of enchanted amber. Unfortunately, the dreams have not revealed all. Always watching, a demon waits to prey upon her young soul.

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i love the "Wisp" ... have my treasured signed copy looking at me right now, Pryde ... i do not forget many of the images and battles engaged in your story ... still admire and love your heroine ;) thanks for the peak you have offered here ... pretty sure many others will want .... "The rest of the story" ;)
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

I do believe you were one of the first, if not the first. Certainly, you received the first sign cop.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

:) .................. love the story..especially unforgettable library she lived in ... hmmmm i have.. read more



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love it this is a great start to the story and as I have said before this has a great narrative voice but I am still not sure what I like more your narrative of your narrative voice or the narrative voice anyway I liked it:) keep those haunting dreams coming yum yum yum

Posted 5 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

5 Days Ago

Thanks so much, Robert:) The voice is always the same for me:)
wasn't quite sure what to expect but this definitely looks like a great vessel to take a dark group into Halloween
All very imaginative

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Pryde Foltz

5 Days Ago

Thank you, Dave:)
This is so good. I loved the characters and the story line. I enjoyed the verbal reading. I believe, the writer made the words more wonderful and poetry. Thank you dear Pryde for sharing your amazing words.
Coyote

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Pryde Foltz

1 Week Ago

Thank so much, John:)
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

You are welcome dear Pryde.
Wow Pryde! Pretty intense. You take us through a nightmare that is hard to take the eye away from. Love the characters and imagery. Like that it really grabs a hold of you from the very beginning and doesn't let go. Thumbs up.

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Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

Thanks so much, CD:)
i love the "Wisp" ... have my treasured signed copy looking at me right now, Pryde ... i do not forget many of the images and battles engaged in your story ... still admire and love your heroine ;) thanks for the peak you have offered here ... pretty sure many others will want .... "The rest of the story" ;)
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

I do believe you were one of the first, if not the first. Certainly, you received the first sign cop.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Weeks Ago

:) .................. love the story..especially unforgettable library she lived in ... hmmmm i have.. read more
"The doppelgänger was gone. The man was gone. All the other passersby had disappeared too. But Bara wasn’t alone. A solitary form approached. The dark-haired boy!"

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Gentle gusts blew through layers of whispering leaves. Those with the lightest grip let go and cut red and gold traces through the air. They settled soundlessly on the pavement below."

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Sami:)
Sami Khalil

2 Weeks Ago

You are welcome Pryde...
Excellent first chapter. Your narration is spot on. Is this available as an audio book?

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Val. No, no audiobook yet. I am still a cottage industry over here... that is I do everyt.. read more
Just in time for Halloween. Spellbinding and horrific. Pulls you in and won't let go. Very powerful take on this. You are very talented.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pryde Foltz

2 Weeks Ago

You are very kind. Thank you, Sami:)
Sami Khalil

2 Weeks Ago

You are welcome dear poet

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