Miriam - Breaking Free (Paranormals)

By Ken Rander

Poor Miriam! They say she's crazy because she hears loud, angry voices.
Unknown to anyone, she is one of the strongest telepaths on the planet.
Untrained, unable to block the voices, she cannot function in normal society

She is doomed to live out her days in the Sanitarium.
Miriam is resigned to her fate. There are many things she will never know:
Freedom. A normal life. Love. But she is coping and has even made a few friends.

Someone suspects the truth. That she is telepathic. They will kill to possess her!
When armed gunmen show up at the Sanitarium looking for her, she begins a journey that may free her or kill her.

One man seeks to help her. But he is not who he seems!
With his help, Miriam discovers she has telepathy.
Her gift is strong, untrained, and dangerous. That is what others seek and will kill to get.
Perhaps Miriam will have a chance at love and a normal life after all. If she can control the voices.

Excerpt:
They clasped hands, fingers intertwined. The physical touch added a completely new level of sensitivity to Jerry. She could feel the valves opening and closing in
his heart. She watched the constriction of the chambers that caused his heartbeat, his respiration, the blood pulsing through his body.

She could sense the neurons firing. His body was like an electric light show on the
shadow plain they both shared.

She strived to read his thoughts. That was much harder. Like the other times, she could sense a hazy cloud of energy around his brain.
She stayed focused upon Jerry's body and expanded her awareness to his mind. She felt a jolt when she touched his thoughts with her own. He focused on her, thinking warm and tender thoughts.

She saw herself as he saw her in his mind. She was soft, cuddly, funny, and very innocent. He loved her childlike wonder at the world around him. She glowed very brightly on the mindplane, like a bright star.

Her awareness of him was just as tantalizing and enticing as his awareness of her. She sank deeper into his head, seeing things that no one else knew about.

Suddenly her head swam from the mental feedback as their thoughts passed between them.

It reminded her of two mirrors pointed toward each other, each reflecting itself in the other, on into infinity. She retreated for a moment to recover.

"Wow!" Jerry said. "That was intense."

"Yes," Agreed Miriam. She dipped into that pool again and they felt the jolt of shared *EVERYTHING* on the mental plain. It was seductive, naughty, and so very right.

Their thoughts became an open book to one another. He saw how the voices felt to her and he nearly cried with anguish for her. She saw his interest in her, the feelings he was not sure it was right to express until she was better and able to make good decisions.

He learned the meaning of physical therapy and felt a white-hot spike of rage that someone would do that to her. She felt deep and abiding warmth for him that he cared so much.

She saw how much he wanted her - and he saw how much she wanted him.

Nothing else mattered now. She was not sure who initiated the kiss. It was hard to tell whose lips were on whose. Whose tongue was in whose mouth. They were one in thought and deed, each wanting and sensing and feeling the event from both sides.

Then they were in each others arms, holding and being held, kissing and being kissed. They continued kissing, feeling, and sharing thoughts for a long time or perhaps it only seemed that way due to their reflected oneness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Rander
• Release date: May 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301686056

Ken Rander

Hello. Thank you for visiting my author page and reading my stories. I am pleased and grateful to have you visit. Grab a virtual cup of java and kick back. It's great that you want to read some of my works. THANK YOU. To those of you who actually bought one, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I hope that you enjoyed it. I am Ken Rander. I write erotic stories and and some not so erotic. I like to try to show what one or more of my characters are thinking during the story. I try to make the erotic scenes as real as possible, sometimes from the male and sometimes from the female point of view. Some stories will not always work out, just as in real life. In others there will be a happily ever after.

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Miriam – Breaking Free

(Part 1)

By Ken Rander

Copyright 2013 Ken Rander

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Warning: This book contains Adult Themes and Explicit Scenes. All characters in this book are over 18.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Early Morning

Chapter 2: Common Room

Chapter 3: Dinner with Friends

Chapter 4: Learning Things

Chapter 5: Breakthrough

Chapter 6: Getting Away

Authors Notes

Chapter 1: Early Morning

Miriam liked the early hours of the morning when the voices were quietest. Only then could she think her own uninterrupted thoughts.

During the day, the voices became loud, angry, and overwhelming. There were so many of them. Without the mind numbing drugs the attendants gave her, she would be helpless. Even with the drugs, the voices were so loud there was little room in her head for her own thoughts.

Dimly, she remembered a time before the voices, when she was little. Back then, she lived with her parents. They had been very happy. They loved her and helped keep her safe. That was before the car wreck that sent her parents to heaven and left her alone with her aunt. That is what her aunt told her. Her parents were in heaven and they were happy there.

She wondered how her parents could be happy without her. Why had they left her on earth instead of taking her along? Her aunt was vague on that point.

It was soon after the wreck that the voices began to plague her dreams. At first, she wondered if her parents were trying to talk to her while she slept. Her aunt said it was her imagination, she was suffering trauma from the wreck.

She was able to ignore the voices for a time and lead a reasonably normal life. As the months passed, however, the voices grew in number. Many were angry and all of them were loud. She began having nightmares where the voices did terrible things. If her parents were trying to speak to her, they were lost in a crowd of loud angry spirits.

The voices haunted her dreams incessantly and kept her awake. She became more depressed and despondent. For a while, she was still able to function, although a lack of sleep began to take its toll on her grades and personal life.

When the voices invaded her waking moments, she began to lose all semblance of normalcy. They began as murmurs at the back of her mind, vague and undecipherable. They were always there nagging at her consciousness. Over time, the voices grew steadily louder. They were whispers in her head that had her looking over her shoulder for the source. No one would ever be there. People might be behind her, but no one was close enough to be the culprit.

The voices told her things; Mrs. Fehey was pregnant, Mr. Hobbs was having an affair, Dr. Blane had cancer, Mr. Waldon died overseas. Mr. Patterson proposed to Ms. Dalton. She knew many secrets that the voices divulged to her.

When the voices told her Mr. Layton was contemplating suicide, she