Megan's Christmas: A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger, and One Scary Mother!

By Owen Jones

The Psychic Megan Series consists of twenty-four novelettes about a young girl's growing realisation that she is able to do things that none of her family can. Megan is twelve years old in the first volume. She has two seemingly insurmountable problems. Her mother is frightened of her daughter's latent abilities and not only will not help her but actively discourages her; and she can’t find a teacher to help her develop her supernatural, psychic powers. For she wants not only to know what it is possible to do and how to do it, but to what end she should put her special abilities. Megan is a good girl, so it would seem obvious that she would tend towards using her powers for good, but it is not always easy to do the right thing even if you know what that is.
These stories about Megan will appeal to anyone who has an interest in psychic powers, the supernatural and the paranormal and is between the ages of ten and a hundred years old.

In Megan’s Christmas, it is Christmas time, and that means school holidays are near, but Megan is not too keen to finish school just yet! The last day of Christmas term is one of her favourites of the school year. However, Megan gets to thinking about how she can make this year different from all the others, and so discusses it with her best friend, Jane. They come up with a great idea to make their Christmas special and help some less fortunate local folk at the same time.
Christmas goes well, but Megan learns a lot about how others have to experience it, and finds out a few truths from her Spirit Guide, Wacinhinsha too.
All in all, it is a memorable and instructive experience for both girls

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Mar 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9783961425617

Owen Jones

Author Owen Jones, from Barry, South Wales, came to writing novels relatively recently, although he has been writing all his adult life. He has lived and worked in several countries and travelled in many, many more. He speaks, or has spoken, seven languages fluently and is currently learning Thai, since he lived in Thailand with his Thai wife of ten years. "It has never taken me long to learn a language," he says, "but Thai bears no relationship to any other language I have ever studied before." When asked about his style of writing, he said, "I'm a Celt, and we are Romantic. I believe in reincarnation and lots more besides in that vein. Those beliefs, like 'Do unto another...', and 'What goes round comes around', Fate and Karma are central to my life, so they are reflected in my work'. His first novel, 'Daddy's Hobby' from the series 'Behind The Smile: The Story of Lek, a Bar Girl in Pattaya' has become the classic novel on Pattaya bar girls and has been followed by six sequels. However, his largest collection is 'The Megan Series', twenty-three novelettes on the psychic development of a young teenage girl, the subtitle of which, 'A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!' sums them up nicely. After fifteen years of travelling, Owen and his wife are now back in his home town. He sums up his style as: "I write about what I see... or think I see... or dream... and in the end, it's all the same really..."

Book preview

1 THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS BEGIN

I'm really looking forward to school today, Mam! said Megan at breakfast.

That's nice, Megan... because it's the end of term?

No... well, that too, but mostly because of the Carol Service and the special meal we get. I love Christmas pudding and custard, and I love mince pies.

You get them here...

Yes, I know, but I can't get enough of them.

You've never told me that before. I could make them anytime.

Mmmm, thanks, but I don't think they would taste the same in March or June... They invoke the festive spirit somehow.

Yes, I know what you mean... like hot Crossed Buns in September... Why is that?

Yes, she smiled. I don’t know. Anyway, I'd better get off to school. See you later, Mam. Megan picked up her satchel and ran out of the door slamming it behind her. Suzanne was waiting for it, but that didn't make the noise any less irritating.

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Megan was enjoying the end-of-term Christmas Carol Service at school, she always had done, but for the first time in her life, the words of some of the hymns bothered her. She had always considered herself a Christian, she had never had any other alternatives presented to her, but, phrases such as "Onwards, Christian soldiers...' bothered her. She was not a soldier, not violent, and not anti-anyone or anything, as far as she knew, and she didn't want to sing that she was. She marked it down in her mind as something to ask Wacinhinsha one day.

Lunch was sumptuous by everyday standards, but what topped it off was having the afternoon off. She had forgotten to mention it to her mother, but that didn't matter - she had a key, and her mother was usually at home anyway.

As she, Jane and Grrr sauntered down Park Crescent from school, Jane suggested a coffee at Mr. Mill's shop.

Sure, why not? Mam's not expecting me home for hours and I love to watch the world go by.

As they were drinking their milky coffee and eating Christmas cake, their thoughts were on the holidays.

Have you got any plans, Jane?

No, not really. Mum and Dad haven't said anything except that they'll be having a party on Boxing Day, but they usually go to lots of parties over Christmas and New Year, which means that I'll probably be stuck on my own for most of the time... as usual. What about you?

Oh, you sound so sad... she replied reaching out to touch her friend's hand. You know that you can come around to our house at any time.

Your mother doesn't like me much though, does she?

I wouldn't say that... She just worries about me...

She thinks I'm a bad influence.

Your ideas are a bit progressive for her, that's all. She's worried that I'll copy you...

Charmed, I'm sure!

Oh, you know what she's like... a bit old fashioned and you're not.

No, and don't want to be either! Your mother is positively Victorian... I don't know how you put up with her.

Because she's my mother, and I know that she is only worried about me.

Rather you than me. Anyway, what are you doing this year?

Nothing... just hanging around... same as every year. Eat too much, wear a silly hat and watch television. Do you think it'll snow?

"Yes! At least I hope so

They are predicting it. Dad put a bet on it being a White Christmas. £100 at five to one. He promised me and Mum a hundred each if he wins. Have you finished in work?"

Yes, last week. The Civic Offices closes on Friday until after the New Year. Have you got all your presents yet?

Yes. You?

Yes, me too.

It's going to be a long two weeks, isn't it?

It looks like it, unless we can think of some way to spice it up a bit.

How?

I don't know yet, I only just thought of it. Give us a chance!

You're the brainy one!

We're in the same form...

Well, you always get higher marks than me.

That's because you don't try.

It's boring...

So, you get good marks without even trying, but I have to work very hard to beat you...

So, what are we going to do?

I don't know. Let's have another laté and think about it. It'll be getting dark soon. I love it when people switch their fairy lights on.

Yeah, me too... I do get a bit bored with the Christmas songs though. It's the same ones every year played over and over and over again. I could scream sometimes.

Oh, don't be so miserable. Sometimes, I think you do it on purpose just to be different.

No, I genuinely get sick of them.

I suppose I do too sometimes... especially Cliff Richard and Noddy Holder.

Too right!

How about visiting at the hospital?

Pardon?

You know, something to do over Christmas. We could visit people who are stuck in hospital over Christmas. Like when we visited that boy who fell off his bike, err, what was his name?

Will. I liked him.

Yes, Will James. You know, I think he liked you too?

No, he didn't. He fancied you.

Oh, get away with you! she said blushing.

Oo, you fibber! Why have you gone red then?

Have I? It must be the cold. It's getting a bit parky.

Yeah, right! OK, we could do that.

Good. We could buy a kilo of pick-n-mix sweets and give the patients we meet a handful each as a present.

Are patients allowed sweets?

I don't know... I suppose it depends what's wrong with them...

We could take a few oranges for those who can't have sweets.

Good idea!