Revival (Prologue)

By Trynda Adair

"We interrupt this broadcast to report an incoming attack. Seek shelter immedi-ately. Stay away from all -"
Sirens began to wail making me want to cover my ears.
"Quickly, into the shelter," my grandma whispered. My mother picked me up in her arms and rushed to the basement. Over my mother's shoulder I could see the horizon growing brighter and brighter with every passing second.
"Mommy, why is the sky turning white?" My mother did not turn to look, she turned and ran.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trynda Adair
• Release date: Jan 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9780987957900

Trynda Adair

Trynda E. Adair grew up in the small town of Clandeboye, Manitoba attending school and reading anything she could get her hands on. First published in 2011 with the Lake Winnipeg Writers Group, Trynda has since then continued to publish ebook editions of the Revival series online and is currently working on a handful of novels. She first started writing in grade school, where she would pass home-made comic books back and forth between her school friends. When she is not writing, Trynda can be found fixing computers, playing video games, and diving into anything with a good story in the company of her Hedgehog, Artorias. Official Website: http://authortryndaadair.ca/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/TryndaEAdair/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/TryndaEAdair Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TryndaEAdair/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-EM62tnHXPx_ydcCInqFTw Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5575169.Trynda_Adair Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tryndaeadair/

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Revival (Prologue)

by Trynda E. Adair

Revival (prologue)

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First published November 2011 in Voices Volume Fourteen, Number Two with The Lake Winnipeg Writers Group.

Visit the author's website at www.authortryndaadair.ca

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9879579-0-0

Mommy. I pulled at her. Her dress was soft in my hand.

Mommy.

She turned to me, surprised I was standing there. What is it Sweetie?

I stepped away and looked up at her tanned face. The skin around her eyes crinkled happily as her cheeks lifted when she smiled.

Can I go outside and play?

Her smile was bright and warmed me throughout. She singled out a washed strawberry and placed it in my waiting hand. Not right now dear. Why don't you go watch T.V. with your grandmother?

I felt the scowl grow over my face. I took an angry bite out of the ripe strawberry. I don't want to watch TV with Grandma. She's watching the bad show.

My mother dried her hands, gently took my hand and led me into the bright living room. The large room was always warm from the afternoon sun shining through the picture window.

Mom, I thought I said no news around Abigail. She doesn't need to hear any of this.

Shh, Celeste, something's about to happen. Pay attention. My mother slowly sank down onto the soft couch, my hand fell to my side when her grip released. I watched my mother and grandma sit, intensely listening to the voice on the T.V. In my grandma's hand was her rosary. She clutched it so tightly her fingers turned white while she mumbled to herself.

I sat at the window quietly like always, as the other kids played outside. It wasn't fair. I wanted to go play with them.

In the sky airplanes were flying towards the small house I was forced to stay in.

"Outside the United Nations, protestors are rioting in regards to the peace

assembly; where a peace treaty is being discussed to end ground conflict around