THE RAINBOW CONNECTION

"One night, Angie was sleeping before their usual writing session, and she felt that Ricky was already around. She woke up suddenly and still half sleeping, she saw Ricky's silhouette by her bed. She felt sleepy again and started dreaming with a beautiful, magical place, which she sensed it was during old times somewhere in Old England.

She saw herself as a young woman with long, reddish wavy hair, living in a small village with many other people that she recognized were Celtic.

Angie saw a man who she knew that was Ricky, how he was then during that past life. He was similar to Ricky himself, and at that time he had curly reddish blond hair instead of dark hair.  

Then, Angie saw an adorable little boy and two little girls, who she came to understand were their children."

This is an excerpt from my new book "The Rainbow Connection - Words from Beyond" which was just released on Amazon as paperback and e-book.

The story is about Angie, a psychic, who one day started to get messages from the spirit of her favorite rock star, who tells her his story, and guides her to find out about their past lives together in Old Britain.

You can find it at www.amazon.com/author/ccrow18

Copyright C.Crow - all rights reserved

A MEDIEVAL KNIGHT IN MY LIVING ROOM

It was snowing hard during that January afternoon, and I just finished brewing some delicious hazelnut coffee. I grabbed my black coffee mug and sat on my favorite cobalt blue chair in my living room to read a book.

I was really entertained on the story I was reading about King Richard III. Suddenly, I was interrupted by a burst of flash in front of the fireplace. There I was, staring at this medieval knight who was as tall as my front door. He was holding his helmet and his reddish hair was messy. His face was thin with a long chin, and his green eyes were small and a bit slanted.

Although he had his knight's armor, I could see that his body wasn't strong enough to be a knight, since I could see his skinny legs through his tight iron pants.

For a few seconds he didn't seem to notice where he was. Then, finally, he opened his eyes wide and was bewildered for seeing himself on my living room. Since he had no idea how he got there, he started talking loud in a rough, deep voice, uttering words in old English, and reaching for his sword at the same time, which was hanging by his left side; he was a left hand user. He lifted his sword to take some action all agitated, and just then, I woke up.

What a relief! It was just a nightmare! I might have fell asleep reading my book. 

Short story by C. Crow - All rights reserved.