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Chapter 3 THE ANCIENT COAT When I stepped outside, my senses exploded with melodic sounds, delightful aromas, and vibrant hues I’d never noticed before. The slightest movement captured my attention: grass, branches, leaves, squirrels, birds, insects, and clouds.
          	The kids milled around the yard as Margaret repositioned her cap and scarf.
          	With joy pumping through my veins, I raised my arm with grace and precision. “My kingdom awaits.” I descended the stoop with a raised chin.
          	“You must be joking,” an irritated voice said.
          	My delight faded as twisted faces glared up at me from the bottom of the slope.
          	Margaret slapped her leather gloves across her forearm. “Penelope, come on and try to keep up. We’ve wasted enough time waiting for you.” She double snapped her fingers as if I was her circus dog.
          	After several steps, the sack Uncle William gave me caught my foot, causing me to trip and tumble. Then, when I scrambled to collect my rolling apple with the bag in hand, I tripped and skipped, slipped, and flipped down the slope.
          	The gang at the bottom of the hill watched the mortifying scene in hysterics.
          	Under normal circumstances, this mishap would have traumatized me, causing me to withdraw into a place inside myself. But the purple coat instilled a sense of confidence I’d never had.
          	When I made it to the bottom of the hill, I stood, brushed myself off, and took a bow. “Thank you. Be sure to return for the afternoon matinee.”
          	The younger kids clapped and giggled, and the older kids smirked and walked away.
          	I stuffed my hands inside my coat pockets to keep them warm as I followed my cousins through the woods. In the left pocket, I felt a folded piece of paper. In the right—something cold and smooth. I removed the latter from my pocket and opened my hand—a white stone. I made out words carved on its surface.
          	On one side, it said: “Creation waits in eager expectation for their reveal.” The other said: “P. W. Stone.”
          	What does it mean?.... Click on Ch 3 to finish reading.

charitythewriter

@SC_Easley It is. This is so good! I NEED to get the book now!
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@charitythewriter is Ooh a good thing? Because if it is you’re actually onto something. In part 4, the teens travel to a place called Oohnaah, named for a similar reason.
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charitythewriter

@SC_Easley Ooh
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Chapter 3 THE ANCIENT COAT When I stepped outside, my senses exploded with melodic sounds, delightful aromas, and vibrant hues I’d never noticed before. The slightest movement captured my attention: grass, branches, leaves, squirrels, birds, insects, and clouds.
          The kids milled around the yard as Margaret repositioned her cap and scarf.
          With joy pumping through my veins, I raised my arm with grace and precision. “My kingdom awaits.” I descended the stoop with a raised chin.
          “You must be joking,” an irritated voice said.
          My delight faded as twisted faces glared up at me from the bottom of the slope.
          Margaret slapped her leather gloves across her forearm. “Penelope, come on and try to keep up. We’ve wasted enough time waiting for you.” She double snapped her fingers as if I was her circus dog.
          After several steps, the sack Uncle William gave me caught my foot, causing me to trip and tumble. Then, when I scrambled to collect my rolling apple with the bag in hand, I tripped and skipped, slipped, and flipped down the slope.
          The gang at the bottom of the hill watched the mortifying scene in hysterics.
          Under normal circumstances, this mishap would have traumatized me, causing me to withdraw into a place inside myself. But the purple coat instilled a sense of confidence I’d never had.
          When I made it to the bottom of the hill, I stood, brushed myself off, and took a bow. “Thank you. Be sure to return for the afternoon matinee.”
          The younger kids clapped and giggled, and the older kids smirked and walked away.
          I stuffed my hands inside my coat pockets to keep them warm as I followed my cousins through the woods. In the left pocket, I felt a folded piece of paper. In the right—something cold and smooth. I removed the latter from my pocket and opened my hand—a white stone. I made out words carved on its surface.
          On one side, it said: “Creation waits in eager expectation for their reveal.” The other said: “P. W. Stone.”
          What does it mean?.... Click on Ch 3 to finish reading.

charitythewriter

@SC_Easley It is. This is so good! I NEED to get the book now!
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SC_Easley

@charitythewriter is Ooh a good thing? Because if it is you’re actually onto something. In part 4, the teens travel to a place called Oohnaah, named for a similar reason.
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charitythewriter

@SC_Easley Ooh
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charitythewriter

Hey! I run a shared blog with my best friend and fellow writer (the link on my profile). We're trying to increase our platform. We have a series of author interviews, and I'd like to know if you'd like to have the honor of being interviewed for the blog.  Here's the link to our blog: https://twofriendsonepen.wixsite.com/twofriendsonepen
          Please let me know as soon as possible!
          ~ Charity

SC_Easley

Hi! I joined a year ago but was unsure how to maneuver my way around this site. I plan to post chapters of my clean Science Fantasy novel once a week. Do others on this site post chapters more than once a week? #christian #christianfiction #christianadventure #adventurefantasy #fantasy #sciencefantasy #teen #tween #YA #creation #clean #strongfemale #relationships #purpose

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Thank you.
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charitythewriter

@SC_Easley Some post once a week. Others post whenever they have a new snippet available. I can't wait to start reading your novel!
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