Swift by R.J. Anderson:

Book Review by Julia Welker

Looking for a romp in the countryside with a dash of the ole magic thrown in? What if we add a piskey, a mysterious faery, and the possibility of other haberdashery? While this story didn’t stretch me emotionally or mentally, it did lead me on an adventure in a more traditional sense.

This is more of a thrilling read for all ages than a character driven story. If you are looking for a deep, emotionally moving story, this isn’t it, but if you want to experience the likes of Narnia and tales of old, this tale will be of the same thread. Adventure is in the air and the piskeys’ have stories to share, will you sit in to listen?

Dust by Kara Swanson:

Book Review by Julia Welker

The key to the captivation of this unwinding story is the spell of anticipation the author weaves over us that perhaps there is more to Claire than a dusty skin disorder. That maybe this disgusting disease is really something beautiful, that maybe Claire is something beautiful.

In fact we know that there has to be more when the boy of legend is mentioned, Peter Pan. A boy who has his own pixie who sprinkles dust everywhere in a fashion after Claire. And so the anticipation begins, when will Claire figure it out? When and how will she meet the boy of legend?

These are the story questions that captivated me and brought me back when I had thought I would put the book down after a slow beginning had waylaid me, but in the end, I had to know if she figured it all out.

This story is lilted with melancholy and some tough truths, but it lifts the heart and mind like you’re flying with pixie dust.

Sea Siren: Chapter Eight

Krakens, Squids, & Monsters, Oh My

Present Day: London, England

Julian began to scratch out notes on the board for his guest lecture at the Royal Institute when he felt a presence looming in the back. Finishing his note, he turned his head. Nothing. He turned back to the board.

At the end of class people streamed out up the stairs. Julian straightened up the room and packed up. He began to follow everyone out when a man stepped out of the shadows. More like he creaked out of the shadows, the man was ancient.

“Professor Julian Blackthorne? I’m Professor Alfred Butler,” he said.

Julian tried to edge through the door. He had a flight to catch. He gave a small, polite smile, “Hello.”

Professor Butler’s large eyes looked owlishly at him from behind large round glasses. His face had a comical absentminded-professor look. And he blinked at Professor Blackthorne before he continued on. “It is good to finally meet Clara’s husband. I was her professor, before the, well, the-”

Julian’s smile disappeared. “What do you want?”

The old man, surprised at the abruptness, said, “I wanted to inquire after Alice. I thought that after her internship off the coast of Australia at the Great Barrier Reef that she might like to apply to join my research team that will…”

Julian didn’t hear the rest as those words echoed in his ears. Alice was at sea. He interrupted, “Did you say Alice is at sea? The Great Barrier Reef?”

Again startled, Professor Butler said, “Why, didn’t you know?” He took off his glasses and pulled out his hanky. “I was so proud to hear that Clara’s daughter is following in her mother’s footsteps and has such a wonderful internship even though she has yet to graduate.” He looked down and began to polish his glasses. “Imagine! Exploring the Great Barrier Reef!” The old man’s eyes sparkled as he put his glasses back on.

But the old man had been speaking to no one. Julian had left him there.

Julian strode through the history filled rooms of The Royal Institution and out onto the busy streets of London. He quickly found out where Alice’s college offices were located. Fortune was with him. They were one street over. He cut across to Dover Street.

He shivered, cold from having been caught in the mist earlier. Julian used to pride himself on his readiness for life. Of late however, his mind’s focus had not been what it used to be with the worry stewing there. Now, Julian’s mind rarely registered minor details in life, except maybe to routinely check his app for the weather.

However, today was not a day of readiness. He found Professor Leland’s office building, and he stood outside in the cold. It was, of course, locked. A mist began leading into a trickle and what would become a torrential downpour. He rested his head against the door and let out a breath.

“Why Alice?” He breathed.

“Professor Blackthorne?”

Julian froze. Heat spread across his cheeks, and he turned. There stood the ancient professor head tilted with a small sad smile and an umbrella. One wondered how an old man got around so fast.

Sensing his question, Butler replied, “All kinds of shortcuts in this rambling old town if you look.”

He paused then stepped closer and held the umbrella over them both. “I’m guessing Alice didn’t tell you about the trip.”

Actually she had told him about the internship, just not that it was at the Great Barrier Reef.

“And why would she?” Butler continued. The old man walked over to the office door and pulled out a key. “She probably thought you wouldn’t let her go, I’m assuming. If I know anything about students, they all want to get away from home for the most part. Sneaky buggers,” he chuckled.

Then the man continued,”Now, Professor Leland asked me to watch his office, but he never mentioned not going inside,” he wagged his bushy brows toward Julian and held out the key. Julian hesitated then reached for it.

Alfred pulled back. “A moment, what exactly are you going to do? Run after her? Doesn’t seem you two are very close if she hasn’t confided in you about the trip.”

Julian gave him a deadpan stare then turned and walked away.

Alfred Butler was bemused, some students never grew up. “Blackthorne!” he shouted as the man’s long stride had already carried him down most of the street. Julian glanced back, face impassive. Alfred smothered a chuckle.

“Have a care man, I cannot just open any professor’s door without understanding the reason.” He gave Julian a beseeching look.

Julian nodded with an arched brow and walked back to the old professor and then gave him an evaluating look. “About a month ago I received a package.” Not an impressive start to any story. “From my dead wife.” Now that was a turn.

At Alfred’s attentive gaze, Julian continued in his dead pan voice, “Receiving a package from the dead should be a gift, but for me… I thought my wife died at sea, and now, I’m not so sure.”

Alfred’s brows drew together and created more wrinkles than any one person should have, “What exactly are you saying, Blackthorne?”

Julian’s haunted eyes spoke of sleepless nights, “I received pictures. Pictures of creatures and pictures of the things they found near the Great Barrier Reef in the northern part of the Coral Sea. And a note. From my wife. She asked me to look into a few people and a business. So far it looks like they never existed. ”

Julian started rubbing a thumb over his other hand massaging it. “I also haven’t heard anything about her research being posted so I started looking into that too.” At this he stared into the professor’s eyes seeking understanding. “Professor Alfred, I am finding that the government has classified everything. And now I learn that Alice may be near the area my wife was last alive and possibly where she died. I just want to make sure they aren’t anywhere near that area and no where near the creatures I’ve seen in those pictures.”

Without a word, Alfred opened the door.

Julian stepped across the threshold. The room had a preserved classic 19th century look. Along most of the wall were built in bookshelves. That part of the room broke the mood. Crammed books and papers were in every nook and cranny. Books covering topics on the ocean, seas, and other paraphernalia. But besides the current spines popping out here and there, the room was well preserved.

An Oriental rug was orderly placed to cover most of the wood flooring. A massive wood desk was the center of the room with a large towering window behind it. To set it off nicely was a mother-in-law tongue plant next to it.

Butler saw what he was eying and said,”I told him it was all I could do to take care of it and that the rest needed babysitters or I’d kill them.”

Julian continued into the office. Walking around the desk, he stood there looking at the neat stacks of paperwork, not much else was there.

Butler watched him,”What exactly do you think you were going to find here?”

Julian’s hard blue eyes glanced up at him as he began to open drawers. “I am going to find their routes they’re planning, why they are going and what they are researching.”

Alfred Butler’s wrinkles became deeper wrinkles as he frowned. “I’m afraid, my boy, that it won’t be there.” He came up to the desk. “What do you really think is out there, Blackthorne?” He waited until Julian looked up at him.

Julian hadn’t planned on telling anyone, but he vaguely recalled Clara talking about working the field with Butler in the past, and he needed to talk to someone about his suspicions about Clara’s research at the Coral Sea. Suspicions about the government trying to clean up after some mistake.

He had been quiet long enough that Alfred spoke up again, “Listen, Clara was like family to me.” He paused. “That means I’m willing to help you. I trust Clara would choose a good man.” He then walked over to an alcove with built-in bookshelves. He pulled on a book and the shelf opened. Behind was a simpler study room with one towering window, but that is not what grabbed their attention.

Across the entire wall were pictures of sea creatures that were ancient and extinct, newspaper clippings, and pictures with strings connecting to different parts and areas. But what caught Julian’s eye was the newspaper clipping about Clara’s accident. “Wha-why would he…?” Julian trailed off. He started following the lines.

Clara’s clipping was connected to…

A spot in the middle of a sea map. “I thought you said they were exploring the Great Barrier Reef?”

“What?” The old man seemed as baffled by the grand unfolding of connections on the wall as him. Julian had started to think he was in the know about everything, but Butler looked quite surprised. He replied, “Oh yes, that is what he told the school…?” His eyes followed to where Julian was staring. “Well. Almost right.”

As their eyes started following all the strings and their connections, their analytical minds dissecting what was being implied, Julian pushed down his growing alarm. “Butler, Clara’s research has recently been classified, but all this here adds new dimensions to what I’ve learned from her notes-”

“Blackthorne, look here’” Alfred pointed at something near the end. Julian walked over. The wall was covered in documents most of them with government seals on them. Further down, however, was a picture of Alice. A string tied back to her mother’s accident. It didn’t make sense. Besides their relation, what did Alice have to do with anything?

Julian looked at Professor Alfred.

“Professor Alfred, do you know any way to get us to the Coral Sea’s northern trench?”

The old professor turned a grim face to Julian, “We can leave within the hour.”

Disclaimer: I will be modifying this as I write. So nothing is cannon. Thank you for reading!

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Sea Siren: Chapter Seven

Last Messages

It sat there. The worry. It had become a needy pet in Julian’s life, resting there at the back of his mind.

Be calm, he told it. Be still, he told it. But slowly it began to chip away at his soul.

There was a verse in the Bible that promised rest saying, ‘Be still and know that I am God’. But, Julian didn’t practice that anymore, didn’t know if he believed anymore, and so the worry sat.

The worry’s arrival had come in a first class 2-pound package in the mail last month.

From his dead wife.

He didn’t know that you could receive mail almost a year after someone’s death. He sat there at their shared desk and house of 25 years.

And he remembered.

Nights filled quietly studying beside each other and rubbing each other’s feet and shoulders. Days spent with Clara showing him how to raise their daughter. Clara bringing joy and laughter to Alice in a way he never knew how.

Gently, he pulled the string opening the package of his last communication from Clara. Letters peeked out. Gently he pulled them out. Her handwriting filled the vanilla page, and his soul weighed heavy in the middle. He could feel her entering the room, and he wrapped the pages in an embrace.

They even smelled like her. Julian laid down the letters and began to read. He wasn’t aware of how long he sat there, but the sun was beginning to set when he rested his red eyes.

He wiped both sides of his face before he looked inside the package. Nothing but the copies of all of Clara’s notes and data. Just like he had told her to do.

Her letter had been like a warm blanket from the dryer. Comfort. Her writings weaved a sense of well-being while at the same time not leaving him fully satisfied.

So then, rubbing at the pain in his chest, he grabbed the USB and opened his laptop and inserted it as he turned it on. In the last few minutes he had become an addict needing more. Her research was a link of sorts to her so the next few hours he dug in. Her presence filling the room and his soul.

However, despite her felt presence, he began to feel ill-at-ease at what he found in the copies of her last emails. Emails indicating danger. Then there was a document with his name on it. He opened it.


If this finds you, look into Carrington Industrials.


That was all. Since that fateful day last month, he’d been searching. Searching, worrying, and finding nothing.

Disclaimer: I will be modifying this as I write. So nothing is cannon. Thank you for reading!

NEXT: Sea Siren: Chapter Eight

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Blog Post: Thoughts & Speculations

Blog Post: Speculations and Thoughts

As Christians, we live in the hope of the unseen. We rest in this hope. Lately, I have struggled as I pondered the heavens, the stars and my recent discovery that on December 21st we will get to see a double planet, a rare celestial event. The next time we see it will be hundreds of years from now. Imagine all the wonderful exciting things out there among the stars!

As I contemplated this and imagined all the celestial events of the past and future I have not and then will not see, my heart doubted eternity. Will I really one day wake up to see my loved ones and Jesus? Will I really get to live forever? Will I really get to have the adventure of learning and studying and adventuring around God’s creative genius in eternity?

It might seem a tad trivial to some. But that is part of my hope. My true hope is in Jesus coming again to fulfill the promises in his word of course, but God has created within me this insatiable desire to know, to understand, and to admire the beauty of his creation which leads into an indescribable emotion of fulfilment when I can in some part imitate that in stories I create.

Hope. It is funny how often we become discouraged and need encouragement to have hope. God knows we need it, and today, I happened to listen to Rest in Hope from the Dwell app over Romans 8:18-28. “But hope that is seen is not hope, because who hopes for what he sees? Now if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with patience.”

Sometimes I doubt my calling to write. I can’t see it because it’s not all there yet, and in the middle of the night, I can feel trivial, small, and inconsequential. But I get out my computer and I write. I find random times in the middle of the day, and I write. I choose to believe God’s truths by way of my actions and pray that God will bring that believing into my heart in the beautiful ways he does. Then my actions show my faith, my hope.

Where are you struggling to have hope right now?

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Sea Siren: Chapter Six

To Believe, or Not To Believe

Gone? What did that even mean, gone?

Darkness began to swirl into every nook and cranny of her mind, but Alice waved away the darkness and lengthened her stride to keep up with Merna with the rich, burgundy rug softening her pounding footsteps. She’d misunderstood. That had to be it. She hadn’t meant gone, gone.
Alice finally caught up as the wood paneled corridor widened and arched high above her, shadows encasing the ceiling. For being underwater, they sure wasted a lot of space down here.

Merna began talking as she slowed to a stop, “I’m sure you have questions. I have questions too. Come on in,” and she walked forward golden leafed doors swinging open.

Merna strode forward into an intricately decorated circular room covered in greenery. Alice hesitantly stepped in. Water gurgled, and she saw a glass wall shimmer with tumbling water. Beyond it the dark depths of the sea loomed through a concaved window enveloping most of the far side of the room and around the edges there was an ever so faint glimmer of the vessel’s blue outer casing.

Merna indicated for Alice to sit as she herself sat on the matching post modern blue sofa.

Alice settled uncomfortably into her seat, body tense.
Merna leaned forward on her elbows then steepled her fingers waiting.


Merna nodded and sat back relaxing, “I’ll start with mine then. First how did you find us, and what are you doing here?”

Alice relaxed. She could answer those questions, “I didn’t find you. You guys led me here.” Merna raised a brow at that.

“As for why I’m here, I’m on an internship, a maritime archaeological dig with Dr. Leland and a team of postgraduates. We are starting from the edge of the northern trench of the Coral Sea and will end up at the Great Barrier Reef.”

Merna let silence fill the room. Alice squirmed waiting. Merna leaned forward watching Alice’s face carefully as she replied, “We did not lead you here. Tell me why you think that.”

Now that Alice thought about it, the man who led her to them was garbed differently from Merna’s men. Also, he had disappeared once the mammoth vessel had appeared.

Alice hesitated, then said, “Well, I thought I saw someone and followed then down to your ship, but maybe I was affected by the attack from the Kraken. It really shook me.”

Merna gave a nod a thoughtful look in her eye. “I’ll accept that for now. But I’m not buying your reason for being here.”

After a pause, she began again, “I’m guessing you are hoping to find out what happened to your mum,” she slowed seeing the glimmer in Alice’s eyes, she continued, “I can tell you that she went down in her diving gear and never came up.”

She sighed and turned to look out the window as if the truth was too hard to say, too hard to face. “Then we finally found out what happened.” She turned back to Alice with a shimmer in her eye. The Captain did have emotions, Alice thought just before the captain shot out, “A kraken got her.”

Alice’s heart hardened, refusing the words. Merna might have known her mom, but Alice wouldn’t believe it, because she KNEW her mom. Mom was smart and resourceful and extremely cautious. And unless Alice saw proof, she would not be moved. There had to be a different explanation.

The Captain leaned forward. Her eye brows drawn into a growing worry line. “Alice I wished I had a different answer. I wish it wasn’t these beasts. I wish they would go back to where they are from. They shouldn’t even be here, the bloody beasties.” The sudden savageness in her eye brought a coldness to Alice.

Then a thought came to her and she had to know, “You’ve been hunting the beasts haven’t you? Because of what happened to mom?”

Merna sat back, her eye empty and cold. “Your mom had been on the team because of me. I would never have invited her if I had known about what we were going to encounter.”

Alice whispered, “They aren’t from here, are they?”

Merna’s eye sharpened, “The beastie talked to you, did it?” She leaned back across the desk and lowered her voice, “Those creatures certainly wants us to believe that. The Krakens use images and twist their experiences to scare us away. Those beasties want us to believe a whole other world is down there in those depths.”

She stood and walked up to the window peering into the water world beyond it, “What I know Alice is that we’ve woken the monsters and now we bear the consequences of dealing with them. The technology of these ancient people seem to give us a good idea of how to defend against and even hunt them.”

Merna turned around, “I will kill everything down here. We will get all the resources we need from them, and we will dominate as man always has. What matters is what our people need. Their city and world and way of being is dead if it ever existed.” Her eye showed her whole being was set on her cause.

How could animals have a city? She spoke like the animals were a people group. Alice gripped her hands together and buried her question.
Merna continued passion ebbing in her voice into a reassuring tone, “Alice, these creatures will die for what happened to your mom, even if I have to lose another eye to them.”

Alice’s heart-felt hopes began to waver. The captain truly believed mom had been killed. “Captain Merna, no body has been found, right? You know mom is resourceful. Maybe she-”

“No,” Merna interrupted, “We may have found no body, but with her scuba gear in the belly of that beast…The stomach acid gets rid of organic matter quickly. So all those items we found are the only things that could survive its stomach.” Merna’s hard eyes took her in, considering Alice. She came to a conclusion.

“Alice, I want to let you see your mom’s things. Wait here,” and she left Alice there while the girl’s heart was slowly being pulled over the edge into a dark world where one never plans to be. And it crept. The darkness. It came from the corners, swirled around her legs and up and up…darkening her vision and stealing her hope, and yet she whispered, “Unless I see proof, I will not be moved.”

It was in a box.

Merna had brought in what was left of mom’s diving gear in it, and sat it down on the sofa. “Alice, I’ll give you time. But I will also bring some of her things from our research.”

Yes, Merna was giving her time. Time to accept what Merna had been trying to tell her all along. That Mom was gone.

And the box sat on Merna’s sofa.

Alice stood and stared down at the white box. The room was ice cold. She couldn’t even feel her trembling fingers touch the box. She lifted the white lid.

Like her submarine, the equipment was scarred like it was burned and what little shreds of rubber were left were horribly disfigured. It left nothing to the imagination as to what happened to the human being wearing the equipment. Alice covered her mouth, stomach heaving and crushed the lid down in her other hand, and collapsed to the floor by the sofa eyes closed.

Breathe in – breathe out. Breathe in – breathe out.

Just breathe Just breathe Just breathe

The counselor said the panic attacks or this feeling of drowning in her grief were common, were normal. You just needed to breathe through them. Breathe in, breathe out.

“Breathe,” she whispered, eyes burning. A choked sob and whisper, “It can’t be true.” Yet the cold, hard evidence was literally in her hands. This had actually been what she’d been seeking. Closure. Opening her eyes, she focused on the wall of water telling herself not to cry, just face the truth, accept the truth.

But this wasn’t right. It was too real, too wrong.

It’s just a bad dream. Just a bad dream! She would wake up, and she’d be at her summer apartment. Mom would eventually call from her special satellite phone at sea. Dad would have her over for dinner and they would have their routine conversation and the world would be alright. She sunk to the floor and burying her head in her arms to hide from the world, to hide from herself, and to hide from reality.

After a time, Alice raised her aching, swollen head and saw more boxes at the door. She crawled over to them.

Her sticky, wet hair was pasted to her forehead. Using her fingers to brush it from her face, she preceded to wipe her nose and scoot closer to what her mom had left behind. At the open box, she gripped the edges as another sob attempted to waylay her. Alice whispered tightly, “Its fine. Its fine. Its fiiiine.” Breeeeaathe.

A heaving breath out and it began to pass, the tightness in her chest.

Then Alice began to look.

She made herself look.

The boxes were full. Full of mom’s notes, piles and piles of them and pictures of the underwater dig site. Deep inside of Alice something sparked at pictures of the ancient city that was being revealed. A something she thought was dead. Alice pulled out the next pile. It contained sketches of monsters and blurry pictures of a beast that made her heart skip. It was him, the kraken. Mom had been close enough for pictures? Why had she stayed if she knew?

Alice began to study the notes. Mom was a master maritime archaeologist but organizing notes required great effort from her. She tended to save doing it until the end. As she waded through all the information, she found notes from dad. His writing she could barely understand. His writing was even worse than mom’s. And Dad liked taking notes on his I-pad by hand. It appeared that Dad had been helping mom translate the language. Apparently it was a relative to Greek and Latin.

That must have been fun. Alice felt envy peek its head. Why hadn’t they asked her to help them? Knowing dad, he would never have thought to mention it to her. Shrugging it off, she moved on.

Something glinted in the corner of the box, separate from everything else, like it wasn’t meant to be there. Reaching towards it, Alice realized it was a slim video cam. Flipping the screen open, she turned it on and waited for it to power up.

Beep Beep Beep.

Immediately a video began to play.

“Julian, Ian?

Alice’s breath stopped short. She gave a small cry, “Mom?”

Hello! Guys, don’t leave me hanging here.”

Smiling through her tears, Alice walked over to curl up on the blue cushioned seat, cradling the video cam in her hands close to her face.


Leaning into the camera, her blonde haired, blue-eyed mom adjusted the tilt and leaned back.

“Clara, we’re both here,” Julian’s voice cracked softly on the audio.

Clara smile softened, “Hi, honey. I’m so glad we were able to connect. The island’s WiFi isn’t as reliable as I’d like.” The view screen split all at once. Clara, Julian, and Ian were quartered to all be viewable.

“Where’s Dr. Drew?” Ian asked.

Just then the bottom right corner flickered and a nose and large mouth filled the small corner screen.

“Uhh…? Dr. Drew?” Clara leaned forward with a smile. “Dr. Drew try leaning back.” The large face shrunk to normal size and they saw an older gentleman in button up shirt and bow tie beaming at them.

“Oh my, I’ve figured it out. Alfred Butler take that! I told him it would be easy.” The older gentleman chuckled. His face however was upside down. No one seemed inclined to let him know.

Clara laughed, “Tell Alfred that Clara says hello.”

The conversation continued like so. They had apparently gathered to help Clara as she was stumped on what she was uncovering at the dig site, and there was a strange lack of pottery that tended to pepper these ancient sites.

As Alice listened in to the recorded conversation, the group dug further and further in to each item with her mom jotting down notes. They were concluding that the strange artifacts that were definitely man-made but they weren’t able to make heads or tails of them. It was all too alien.

“Clara, maybe their activated by water? This civilization was by the sea most likely. I know, I know, I’m crazy, but just humor me.” Julian’s intent gaze peered at Clara with a small grin. Dad? Being the imaginative one? Alice touched the screen. She missed dad’s smile.

Clara walked away from the screen and came back with a black formed object with something sticking out that looked like a ballerina, like a little mechanical toy. Clara had been unable to puzzle out how it was supposed to work. But now, she grabbed a cup of water and going against all procedural processes and trusting my dad, she drizzled water over it.

Clara gave a faint smile, “I’m sure you already thought of this, but it came out of the water.”

Julian nodded, “Okay, now, press the buttons or whatever you did before.” Clara tilted the delicate dancing girl and glinting along the side were faint script of some sort. “Wait, Clara, what’s that script say?”

“Hmm…Dear, I think we will have to decipher this language, because I have no idea.”

The call continued that they’d meet up again after some headway had been made on translation. No doubt that was the key to figuring out how their technology worked, for this particular piece anyway.

Ian and Dr. Drew left, giving mom and dad their time.

“I’m so excited for you, Clara. This is the find of the century for sure.” His tender gaze embraced her mom. Alice’s heart ached. Where had this dad gone?

“Julian, I wish both you and Alice could be here. But it is good for Alice to make friends and break out on her own.” Her dad nodded, but after a moment, Clara narrowed her eyes. “What is it Julian?” Mom had an uncanny ability to read emotions, and it felt like she could read your thoughts. She was so an empath if such a thing existed.

Julian dropped his gaze. “Alice came over last night.”

Clara waited, “And?”

“I miss her. Having her home.” He wouldn’t look up.

A smile inched across mom’s face.

“Julian, are you pouting?” She started laughing. His face went red. Alice was dumbfounded. “Okay, Julian, I’m sending you a letter with all the activities that I can think up for you to do with Alice. And Julian?”

She waited until he looked up. “Tell her. She won’t know what you are feeling or thinking if you don’t tell her.” He looked like she’d asked him to pull out all his teeth.

“Clara,” was all he said.

Her tender gaze embraced him through the screen. Alice suddenly felt like she had invaded on their privacy. She began to move to turn it off when her dad finally broke, “I just think, she’d rather be anywhere else but with me. I think me not being there is the best thing for her.”

Alice stomach clenched. Is that what he really thought? Why had he never talked to her?

“I’m going to stop you right there. Your daughter loves you. She needs you, even if you don’t see it. Now, mister, you are being assigned to make a movie date with her at home. Make popcorn. You know the fun popcorn with Nacho Cheese that you like, okay?”

He nodded. Then after a few ‘I love yous’ they signed off.


Alice let the memories come. She faintly remembered dad trying to make a movie night together, but something at school had come up. Her heart began to ache. She’d never realized dad was so insecure about how much she needed him.

All of a sudden, the video started up again, all by itself. The video was dark, but a man’s voice came across the feed. “Alice, please look into what’s going on here. I put some confidential emails in the stack in this box. Don’t show these things to anyone. Don’t trust anyone. Be safe. Your mom would-” the video cut off.

What? Was someone messing with her?

Alice replayed the video.

Silence filled the room after it ended. No doubt someone would soon be coming for her. It had been awhile since Merna left her. She went back to the box by the door then brought it back to the chair. The video cam must have just been put in the box for it to be addressed to her. She slid it into her zippered pocket on her side before turning back to the box.

Flipping through the papers, Alice quickly found the emails.

The first email seemed okay. It was just an update on her findings. The second however her mom was requesting the Navy to be present if they were to continue. The third requested that they end the project until all sonic blasts had ceased within a 1000 mile radius. The fourth demanded action and that she would be closing up the site that week. That was the end of the emails. It was dated the week mom had disappeared.

Alice knew the government had been the funding behind the project, right? Why hadn’t they taken her seriously? Who would really ignore the head researcher and why?

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Sea Siren: Chapter Five


Water dripped on her arms and head from the hatch as Alice climbed out. A surreal golden glow filled the area. Where was the light coming from? She heaved herself up and out, feet searching for a hold. Her foot found the first sawtooth rung embedded in the side of the hull. Under her hands the metal of the submarine was cold, and the cool air outside the sub woke her.

This was real.

The murmuring of the pilots reached her from below around her sub. Then at the clack of Captain Merna’s step approaching they snapped to attention. Alice would snap to attention too.

Captain Merna towered over all the men, her muscular frame carrying her with ease through the crowd, hard eyes taking in the battered submarine. Alice noted the new addition of a black patch over her right eye.

She felt the urge to stay high and keep the advantage, to keep distance between her and reality but it was a false advantage.

Captain Merna spoke without turning to her second in command. “Get Cretan on these repairs. It looks like one of those mind-speaking Krakens again. Have the men check the border of the trench for it. And I want this sub sea worthy, so that we can get it back to the research vessel. Then put out a warning to the coast guard – No civilians are to be in the area.”

Alice froze from putting her foot down to the next foothold. So they not only knew about the Kraken but had encountered them before. They spoke as if it was common to bring back vehicles in this condition. How did they know it was a Kraken from the damage?

Alice looked closer at her sub as she went down to the next foothold. Etchings almost like burned, molten marks seared the sides. Her heart went cold. If it had touched her…

Merna herself traced the marks as she spoke up to Alice, “Looks like you encountered quite the beastie.” Merna met Alice’s gaze after she dropped the last foot to the metal floor.

Not one easily surprised, her eye widened in that moment, “Clara..” she whispered.

Then Merna spoke to her lieutenant in a softer, yet still brisk tone. “Lieutenant, I’m taking her to my office for questioning. Get Alec for me.” Then she was back to her brusque self and turned about face.

Saluted by the men, Merna walked away long legs covering ground faster than Alice’s ever would. Alice jogged to catch up, her heart racing from the exertion or more likely from hearing her mom’s name on the Captain’s lips. What did Merna know?

Last year, Captain Merna had visited when Alice was at school. Alice had seen her leaving. No one could forget a person like the Captain. But why had they chosen her to inform their family about the end of the search? That mom was officially left for missing?

And then…Merna must have known her mom. Being the mirror image of her mom easily confused people.

How had the two known each other?

They passed from one hallway into another when the left wall ended. A vision of massive blue coils glowed in the middle of a drop that had to go down for a mile. It also extended to the ceiling with what felt like an infinite height.

Alice slowed, mouth parting in surprise. “Wha-What is this?” She stepped closer to the railing and let her eyes drop.

It was like a dream. People milling on other floors could be seen in all levels down to a small point that could barely be seen below. Magical, how it glowed.

Merna slowed looking back at Alice. A grin took over her solemn face. She stepped to the edge too, and looked down at the glowing blue coils. “Magnificent, isn’t it? We have Clara to thank for this.”

On all levels everyone seemed to be working relentlessly. There was a gentle hum to the noise of people communicating and operating machinery.

Alice stood there staring down as Merna continued, “Because of her discovery of ancient artifacts and technology our scientists were able to decipher, reverse engineer and build upon the technology to bring this ship into existence. There was so much more down here that she would have been so excited to be uncovering-”

Alice interrupted, “Do you think mom is still alive?” Mom wouldn’t have like her interrupting but she wanted, no, she needed to know.

Merna’s face shuttered. She spoke with the care of one choosing words delicately, “Alice, we weren’t able to reveal our findings in the last year due to confidentiality surrounding our current state of affairs but your mom didn’t disappear. She is gone.”

Next: Sea Siren: Chapter Six

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Sea Siren: Chapter Four

Flying In The Dark

Darkness. Inky black. Ash. No name seemed to fit the death color that surrounded her sub. Nothing should be able to live down here, and yet, her heart still beat with hope. It had to. Otherwise, it would stop. For who could live without hope?

Sometimes she felt like she was missing something. A piece. It made her feel like a ghost of the real Alice. Something broke in her the day they’d stopped searching for mom, and Alice knew it needed fixed, yet no one knew how to help.

So Alice persisted. She took the internship. She traveled in this sub to the trench. She followed this strange man in the sea.

Then finally, down here, she had felt the fuzziness of life begin to sharpen, to have purpose. That’s what it was. Until she’d been brought to the very place her mom had disappeared, everything had felt purposeless. Like she was just doing life because that is what you were supposed to do.

But now.

She was here. A place where she might begin to understand, to accept, to grieve. This was the hope of purpose she was looking for. She had to understand what happened to mom so that she could accept it. Accept it so her heart would be at peace to live again. And maybe that was what Dr. Leland had seen in her.

Before her, the sea began to lighten. She had finally leveled the sub and before her the ghostly figure propelled himself by the power of his trident. He put the head down and the spears whirled pushing him faster, deeper. His waves thundered against her own submarine, and she pushed on the throttle to keep steady through the onslaught. Her legs trembled as she tried to hold her body steady, to hold her hope steady.

Where was he going?

In a swirl of bubbling water, the man disappeared from the reach of her lights. Fading into the darkness that ate everything. Darkness that devoured hope, devoured dreams. Now, her heart trembled along with her hands as she pressed into that darkness. Hope still lurked on the precipice of her soul. Likely it would be what killed her.

As the water rushed against her sub, Alice realized that it wasn’t the man who was creating the current. Something else had. Something large.

And then, there it was.

It was huge. Such a small word to describe a massive vessel that was so large that even leaning into her dome window, she couldn’t see the sides, top or bottom. They faded into the black depths of the sea.

The mass of it weighed into her soul, her hands stilled, and her breath steadied. Such a curious effect. Realizing one’s own smallness tends to affect one in a myriad of ways. If there were such large things in this world, it felt like her problems were more manageable. Though if she tried to explain what was going on in her body at the moment, she would have no words.

The whirring of massive engines echoed and vibrated the sea around her, glowing a dim blue. She couldn’t figure out how it glowed.

Staring up at it, Alice was unaware of the oncoming mini subs. One moment she was drifting alone and the next she was surrounded by them. They looked for all the world like airplanes with the exception that they were underwater. The one closest to her had a blond man with a military haircut. He pointed at her, then himself, then toward the ship.

He wanted her to follow him.

In the background, the alarm for the air recycler failing went off. What choice did she have, really? She nodded.

They zoomed down toward the underbelly of the massive sea vessel. It took awhile. And she followed him down. They made their way to an opening in the bottom that curved in and then up the metal column inside.

The surface of the water inside didn’t come as soon as she expected, but it did hit fast when it came. She popped high on the inside hanger before plopping back into the water. The arching ceiling above the water and the large room was blimp-like in structure. It looked like it extended almost a mile each direction. How was such a structure possible? All down the sides were submarines and…planes? There was no technology to have such a large vessel this deep. Yet, here it was.

What was this place?

A line of uniformed men jogged toward the opening that she and the other mini-subs were floating in. Alice’s eyes narrowed. The Navy? But wait, the emblem was different. It looked like a mix between the Navy and the Air force. Were they making a new program? She knew next to nothing about the government’s defense programs and the members in it, but she was pretty sure these guys shouldn’t exist.

In that moment, her sub shook as something clamped down on it from above. Alice leaned forward looking up. A large crane had latched on. Yep, she was totally about to be boarded or rather deboarded. She sat back into her chair. All the other little airplane-like subs were being hauled out as well.

Alice was already practicing her story. She had just been collecting samples when she’d been attacked by an impossible, mystical creature that should never have existed. Then she followed one of their men to their ships before they brought her aboard.

As they were settling her sub onto a hold, Alice saw a woman approaching. She stopped practicing her story. It was the woman who had told her that her mother had disappeared at sea.

NEXT: Sea Siren: Chapter Five

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It’s Just Coffee: Chapter Two

Grandma’s Journals 

(Earlier that Same Day)

On the Uber ride to the airport, Eryn pulled out her grandma’s first journal that Grandpa insisted she take with her. It being a first journal implied there were more. Would he share the rest?

Running her hand over the hard and weathered brown cover, she realized it was a simple spiral notebook. They certainly made things to last back then. She rapped a knuckle on it making a sturdy knocking sound.

Eryn’s brow wrinkled in thought. Grandma must not have had money to buy a real journal back then. She was just realizing how much she didn’t know about her grandma’s life other than the fact that her grandparents moved to Iowa from Colorado when Eryn’s little sister was born.

Eryn opened the journal.

Summer 1961

This was from before grandma was married. In fact she would have been Eryn’s age that year.

Eryn peeked ahead to where a large envelope had been book marked and saw it contained a road map. She opened it revealing Colorado dotted with post-it notes. There were loose leafs of paper floating now from the envelope.

Eryn gently opened one yellowed note. At the top sprawled in decorative handwriting it read “Road Trip” and below it read “Plan to Revisit My Memories”.

Eryn glanced down at the pages following. They each named a place and then recounted grandma’s memories.

As she began to read, she was about to find that an hour and half car ride wouldn’t last long enough.

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” Most of us go through life praying a little, planning a little, jockeying for position, hoping but never being quite certain of anything, and always secretly afraid that we will miss the way.” A.W. Tozer, The Knowledge of the Holy

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It’s Just Coffee: Chapter One

Cliff Hanger Decision

The picture of mountains was pasted in the airport from floor to ceiling near the glass walled entrance. People streamed around Eryn as she came to a stop.

Stepping closer, she hesitantly reached out a hand and ran the tip of her fingers across the mountain range. Why had she never been anywhere like that? At least as an adult.

A faint memory tugged at her mind. Then an ache started deep within her, a sadness and a longing.

Not another regret. Too many of those were piling up.

A call for her flight from Iowa to Chicago sounded. Eryn deliberately turned away but at the last second, she looked back, and that was all that was needed.

It reminded her of ‘The Call of the Void’. What psychologists named the phenomenon of looking over a cliff and feeling that urge to jump. Totally natural to feel and then you back away from the edge. Except in this case she followed her urge to do the unimaginable, that is, it all began by switching the tickets. Colorado in place of Chicago at the check in area.

This was her “jump”. 

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Next: It’s Just Coffee: Chapter Two

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