Borrowed Time ⏱ Enoch O'Connor

Borrowed Time ⏱ Enoch O'Connor

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Anastasia Portman, cousin to Jacob Portman, has lived in the same quaint village since she was born. One day not long after her sixteenth birthday a seemingly urgent letter popped through her letter box leading her to the humble Welsh island of Cairnholm. The parting letter from her Grandfather had given her merely one instruction; Find the bird. So that's what the determined teenager decided to do. Leaving her widowed Mother behind her in the small English village they call home, she retraces her Grandfather's footsteps to locate a place she has only ever imagined. When finding the 1940s home all she had hoped to struggle with was the difficulty of fitting in but it soon becomes apparent that life is more difficult than that for those living on- borrowed time. Time is of the essence, do with it what you will... ⏱ Highest rankings #1 in #elementalist (16/05/18) #1 in #clairedensmore (13/03/19) #1 in #invisable (29/03/19) (08/09/19)
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What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416

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