Life's Magic

By cLasP

THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY NOVEL!!!

Dear readers, I won't be sorry if this novel will be quite a little different from the rest of the books you've read. Don't worry though, only a little. I'm exploring so I'm sure some of you might not like the outcome of this story. Contrary to what you've seen before, this this book has no happy ending. Let's just call it a happy beginning instead. But I assure you won't regret investing your time on this book.

SYNOPSIS :

I'm Mitch. I'm a good guy. I believe I'm a good guy because I was raised in a happy and loving home. I loved. I loved so deep and true. But my love was taken for granted. And being good has its own end.

Don't worry, I didn't become a bad guy. Just broken. Hopeless. Loveless. Torn apart. I began to question if love even really existed. Until I witnessed life's magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: cLasP
• Release date: Jan 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370247233

cLasP

√entrepreneur √networker √businesswoman √leader √achiever √dreamer √novelist √RICH R-esponsible I-mportant C-apable H-umble I'm a businesswoman day in and day out and a writer in between. (Very far of a leap, isn't it?) I love reading books, romance, comedy, fiction and real-life stories. I love my pillow and my bed. Hence, I love sleeping. I love my privacy and enjoy the moment imagining things, plot my personal novels. I love writing poetry but avoid sharing them to others because it'll be too much of an open book of my life. I love to study people from the distance (not a lurker nor a creeper), just enjoying their interaction is all. I love to travel. I love my family and friends. I don't have a pet. I secretly love to write. I love to hear comments from you if you've read my books. I love to explore. I love to mentally wander. I love loving. I'm just that girl. The world has been full of hate, let's go and spread love around the globe.

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LIFE’S MAGIC

SYNOPSIS

THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY NOVEL!!! 

Dear readers, this novel will be quite a little different from the rest of the books you've read. Don't worry though, only a little. Contrary to what you've seen before, this this book has no happy ending. Let's just call it a happy beginning instead. 

My name’s Mitch. I'm a good guy. I believe I'm a good guy because I was raised in a happy and loving home. I loved. I loved so deep and true. But my love was taken for granted. And being good has its own end. 

Don't worry, I didn't become a bad guy. Just broken. Hopeless. Loveless. Torn apart. I began to question if love even really existed. Until I witnessed life's magic.

Copyright 2017

Claire Aspiras

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 9781370247233

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Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Cover Designer: Yours truly, cLasP

1

MITCH

It was the first day of spring and I was out in the jungle because it was a good day to spend time with Coreen, my girlfriend. Coreen was my first love, aside from my parents, of course. We've been together since I was nine and up until now, our relationship had gotten even stronger specially after her rough times when she needed to undergo operation.

I was with Coreen when the accident happened so I pretty much had the same condition as her but I easily recovered after two days in the hospital, wearing a cast on my left leg and a sling for my arm while Coreen had to work her recovery for a couple of months. Her rear disc needed to be repaired, spokes replaced when it was unhinged from the accident including the saddle, busted rear tire and broken chains. She'd been overhauled since then. Yes, Coreen was my mountain bike and I loved her.

Dad told me once that one day I'd realize that the world had more to offer, more beautiful and grand rather than a day with Coreen. But my mind refused to accept that there's still more beautiful than Coreen. I couldn't actually think of a day without Coreen.

I've been in this woods thrice already and it was always me and dad that came here. When I asked him why mom couldn't come with us, he told me it was our secret place. No one should know about the place but only the guys in the family.

When I reached the edge of our property, I swerved and skidded before pedaling fast back to where I came from. Coreen had performed better after her operation, she could already drift, skid and leap higher than before and I couldn't be any prouder.

Sweat started trickling down my back and armpits but the draft of the spring lessened the sticky feeling I felt. I hopped off of Coreen and wheeled her towards the house while watching David Thorne, who's also my dad, sitting on the front porch with his guitar. Maybe dad's guitar was his first love because I kept seeing him with it whenever we're here, caressing, cleaning and plucking it with expertise.

Mitch, come! Dad waved his hand at me before setting his guitar up the rattan chair.

Kicking Coreen's stand, I propped her up beside the railings of the cabin. With still a buzzing adrenaline, I approached my dad and stood in front of him.

I haven't finished circling the area. I told him so he'd know I'd be back to the jungle soon.

I loved it here. I instantly fell in love the first time dad showed me the place. The cabin was huge with four bedrooms and their own shower and baths. The driveway was gravel and stone and the rest of the land were overgrown weeds and tall old trees. It was enchanting.

I know. I just wanna tell you a story. He smiled before tapping the space beside him for me to sit.

I think I already know what that story is. I didn't want to complain but every time we come here, he always had a story to tell as if he couldn't tell it anywhere else but here.

Sit, Michael Thorne. When his voice turned into this commanding tone, I didn't have a choice but to obey.

Ok, I'm sitting now. I perched my elbows over my knees and stared blankly at the jungle, my feet were already itching to take Coreen back inside the woods again. So what's the story?

Have I told you that you're not getting any younger, son? His voice returned into a soft deep rumble.

I'm thirteen, I'd like to know why you think of me not young anymore? Basically, adults such as you think I'm still a kid.

Smartass, aren't we? Dad chuckled before elbowing my side. I've also told you that Coreen isn't your world. You have to explore outside your comfort zone, Mitch. Meet new people of your age. I've never seen you with a friend.

Dad. I couldn't stop the whine in my voice this time.

Now I really wanted to leave. My parents have been reprimanding me time and again to meet new people and gain some friends at school. But as an aloof and introvert person, meeting people really scared me and forcing myself to gain some friends felt so awkward.

Listen son, I want you to know something. This cabin as I've told you have been passed on from my ancestors down to their sons and now to me. When I'm gone, this will be yours, too. Only sons. No daughters.

Yeah you've told me this before.

But I haven't told you why only sons. He reminded.

Yeah why not? I looked at him with a frown on my face.

I was too distracted with the enchanting place that I failed to ask him why only guys should know the place. Whenever we came here, mom would always get worried since we couldn't use our phones or any gadgets here because the whole area had no network coverage. It was that far and deserted. And I loved it more because of that. That's why I called it a jungle.

The only time a girl or a woman can come here is by magic.

I frowned at him. I now get why you told me I'm no young anymore. Because I'm not a kid anymore to listen to your magical stories. They're just myths. I'm aware they don't really exist.

Dad's eyes crinkled when he chuckled. Oh no, Mitch. That's where you're wrong. The world is a magical place. So many miracles and unfathomable wonders happening as we speak. We just don't know where or when it occurs. But they do happen every time. I have witnessed it myself. Your grandfather, too, and all the fathers in our blood line experienced the magic here in this very place.

As a kid, my interest peaked so I stayed in place and listened further to his story. So how did it happen? The magic?

You'll see your future here in this place. Not today but time will come, you will. Here is where you weave your dreams and ambitions. Here, you will learn your purpose. And it is here that you choose your destiny.

I don't think I understand. Is there some time machine hidden here?

My father laughed so loud, his voice echoed around the jungle, bouncing from tree to tree. Maybe. But no. I'd like to call it a magical occurrence where you'll experience bizarre things that's not supposed to happen in reality. But truthfully, it's in reality that bizarre things actually happen. Ironic, isn't it? When you're old enough, you'll understand.

Dad tapped my shoulder twice before he stood and went inside the