Senses Beyond: The Tala Chronicles Miniseries, #1

By Toni House

An amazing story of courage, against bullying and danger, it will keep you on the edge of your seat. A story about one of the main characters in the main original series "The Tala Chronicles" "Song Of The Red Wolf"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Toni House
• Release date: Jan 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996161732

Toni House

Toni House is an entrepreneur, novelist and mother. She began writing and reading stories at an early age, but as time went on, put her writing on hold until 2009 when she published her first non-fiction self-help book. Her second non-fiction self-help book was published in 2010. Her true love is writing and telling stories that readers will love and want to read more. Her first fiction novel, The Song of The Red Wolf, is based loosely on true events. It is the first in a three-book series.  She also plans to publish a spinoff novel, Winter Snow, about a Native American princess. Toni lives in the southern United States with her family and two of the sweetest fur babies on the planet.

Book preview

Senses Beyond

Song Of The Red Wolf

1675 Deer Run Ridge

Red Moon Rising

Winter Snow

Miniseries

Senses Beyond

Before Tomorrow

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thanks to my many readers, without whom I would not get to do what I love the most. Thanks to my friends and family who love my stories and encourage me to continue to write. Many thanks to my editor who helps bring my stories to life. And thanks to my book designer, who creates the vision I see and makes the story come together on the cover.

Senses Beyond

The Tala Chronicles

Miniseries

Toni House

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CHAPTER ONE

Four years ago

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I’d done it again. Bobby The Tree McPhee, my tormentor and nemesis, was laid facedown in the dirt out on the playground, and somehow it was my fault. I wasn’t sure how the merry-go-round spun out of control since Bobby had pushed me off it. It made Bobby dizzy and seasick and it caused him to vomit all over everything. When the merry-go-round finally stopped, Bobby fell facedown in the dirt. One of the other kids from my class gave him a nudge with the toe of his shoe and all Bobby did was moan.

Good one, Booger. The Tree’s gonna be really mad, the kid said.

Bobby’s gang of bullies helped him up from the dirt and carried him to the nurse.

Booger, you are dog meat. You’ll pay for this, you freak, one of Bobby’s goons yelled at me.

Such was my life. When I got beaten up, angry, or scared, strange things would happen to those who hurt me and it was always worse for them. I’m not sure why. Bobby wasn’t the only tormentor in my life—there was someone worse, and he was always somewhere close by.

The bell rang, school was out, and it was Friday. I couldn’t wait until I saw my mom. She had been searching for my Halloween costume, and I hoped she had found it. I ran to the parking lot, and there he stood.

Oh! I adjusted my backpack, slowed my steps, and pulled my ball cap down to hide my face. He stood next to my mom’s car, arms crossed. I hoped my mom was in the car to shield me from him. I knew he was going to let me have it.

Booger, hurry up, Malcolm yelled. I picked up my pace a little and when I got to the car I reached for the back door. He stepped in between me and the car door. No, you get in the front seat.

I tugged on the strap of my backpack. Mom said for me to always ride in the backseat, I whispered. Where’s my mom?

"No, you get in the front seat, now," Malcolm shouted.

I took a step back and glanced at him from under my hat. His face was beet red, he had opened the car door, and his arm was fully extended as he pointed to the front seat.

Get in now, Malcolm shouted again.

I took a few more steps back. My cheeks burned. No, Malcolm, call my mom. I’m not getting in the car until I talk to my mom.

Booger, there is something wrong with you. Most kids would jump at the chance to ride in the front seat.

Maybe so but you smell like Bobby’s sweaty feet.

Malcolm reached and grabbed me by the back of the neck. His hand clenched down, and I squirmed to get free. Suddenly, Malcolm jerked his hand off my neck and screamed in pain.

"Booger, what are you wearing? Are