Alle Rednic

By Margie Woods

A modern-day Cinderella story. Before baby Alle could grow to realize and recognize the bountiful, sacrificial, parental love that was bestowed upon herthe meticulous nurturem care and protection of her mother and fathershe tragically lost them both the same day. But without question, her life's journey was providential. This adorable little orphan beat the odds and won the heart of a woman, her aunt Ella. So she grew up in a stable and affluent home with so much warmth. This unconditional love is what Alle Rednic longed for when she spent a portion of her young life in foster care. But when her aunt Ella became the legal guardian of her and two of her girlfriends (Stilya and Trixie) from the orphanage, Alle got a taste of what love feels like. But a few years later, Ms. Ella married a man who didnt seem to like Alle very much. For some reason, he treated her differently from other girls, and after a while, his contemptuous behavior toward her rubbed off on Stilya and Trixie. This was devastating for Alle because these girls were the siblings she never had. But the nightmare actually began the day Ms. Ella passed away. Alle was a senior in high school. And she felt like the one and only person in the world who loved her was gone. Phenomenally, that dark night at the beach, Alle wished upon a falling star. She wished for something that she yearned for most of her life, true love. And in a matter of seconds, a mysterious woman (Mother Nature) infused the power of a magic silver pen that had her name, Christmas Snow, engraved in gold. When Alle's life would have ended up as a woman desolate and alone, this unique gold silver ink pen, rewrote her destiny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504971102

Margie Woods

Margie Woods, a Texas native, is an innovative author with stories as deep as the heart of this great state. The inspiration of the many novels she writes comes from a world within her mind’s eye, which is most definitely thought-provoking, stimulating, passionate, and gives a creative beauty and bloom to the unconventional. She is an artist who gives living color to fiction, non-fiction, lyrics, and poems.

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Alle Rednic

Margie Woods

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Published by AuthorHouse  01/20/2016

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Contents

Homesick

A Falling Star

Childhood Memories

Ugly Face of Evil

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Evicted

The Magic of Christmas

Let the Games Begin

A French Café

Prodigal Son

Oh What a Web We Weave

Welcome Home

Déjà vu

Family and Friends

Busted

Buddy Love

Can’t Win For Losing

A Win-Win

Glass Slippers

Christmas Snow

About the Author

By Margie Woods

DANCE WITH ME

My world is like a ballroom

It’s a rhythm beat of life.

Four seasons come and go

Like my mood I can’t deny

You’re that special one

Your moves align with mine

You go with the flow

A love so sublime

Jive with me in winter

Cha-Cha when then comes Spring

But Quickstep in the summer

Fall’s Rumba with a swing

Dance with me

My darling, dance with me

Come, let’s dance the night away

Hold me tight

My darling, hold me tight

Let’s keep it together

Though path dim or bright

Gracefully

My darling, gracefully

We fall in love

Eternally

Take my hand

My darling, take my hand

Let’s Two-Step it together

To the beat of the band

Once upon a time

Light

dispelled

darkness

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Homesick

The thunderous roars from the packed concert hall of the AccorHotels indoor sports arena located in Paris blended in the acoustic properties with the harmonious blast of the guitars, a three-hundred piece drum set, clavinet, trumpets and trombone of the band as the star of the show, Sir Herisson dived from the stage into the crowd as he sometimes do at the end of a most powerful, high energy performance and a wow of a concert. And in concert with his land on a bed of human hands, his body guards rushed in to secure him and escort him backstage. As Sir Herisson and his entourage trotted to his luxurious dressing room, a guard standing at the entrance opened the door upon sight of them approaching. And after the last footman crossed the threshold, the guard closed the door. Two muscle men dressed in black were at Sir Herisson’s side the whole time until he collapsed on the purple, leather sectional. Sir Herisson’s manager, Pierre flopped on a matching recliner across from him as he was served a glass of Cuvée R. LaLou champagne that was being passed out to everyone. He looked at Sir Herisson with a big smile on his face as he took a glass from the server’s tray, and shouted.

What a night! I believe that was the greatest performance of your career. So, how do you feel?

There was complete silence as Sir Herisson thought about it for a moment. And then he sat up on the couch and looked at his manager.

"Pierre, you know—I have created a brand name for myself here in Europe—Sir Herisson. Now it’s time for me to reconcile that name with my family at home. And in the process, I am going to work on a two-part project. The goal of part two is intertwined with part one. Follow me carefully. Phase one is to cut a record in my homeland entitled, In Pursuit of the Love of My Life. I am in search of the woman who can dance with me—who can move with the flow of my life."

Sir Herisson pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and tossed it over to Pierre.

Dance With Me

My world is like a ballroom

It’s a rhythm beat of life.

Four seasons come and go

Like my mood I can’t deny

You’re that special one

Your moves align with mine

You go with the flow

A love so sublime

Jive with me in winter

But Cha-Cha when then comes spring

Quickstep in the summer

Fall’s Rumba with a swing

Dance with me

My darling, dance with me

Come, let’s dance the night away,

Hold me tight

My darling, hold me tight

Let’s keep it together

Though path dim or bright

As Pierre read through the lyrics, Sir Herisson stood up and raised his drink as he addressed the band.

Get ready everybody, we are going to America. They all lifted their champagne glass and cheered.

America!

A Falling Star

Upon the Age of Aquarius, magical activity seemed to occur in the cosmos. It was the year of 2012, and the 21st day of January had a big red circle around it on the calendar due to a scheduled birthday celebration for the beautiful Alle Rednic. And she was really looking forward to it because she was going to be twenty-one years old. That is the age that one is considered to be an adult, officially. But things didn’t go as planned that day. As Alle awaken with a smile from the dream of a big party in the city, it was quickly shattered when her family rushed into her bedroom with bad news. That bright morning became the beginning of a nightmare when Alle suddenly lost her Aunt Ella who passed away in her sleep. Ella was also her foster mother, the last person in the world who truly loved her. Alle spent most of the day planning a grave-site funeral; but later that evening, she retired at the beach from dusk till dawn. She would normally be afraid to hang out at the beach alone late in the night, but ironically the pain in her heart was also an anesthetic. She felt no fear. But at midnight, something unusual happened as she sat in the sand with her back propped against a huge rock near the water while gazing at the splendor in the sky. All of a sudden, something got her attention that caused her to jump to her feet. Her face lit up as she captured an awesome sight that caused an adrenaline rush. And she spoke at a bare whisper.

It’s a shooting star.

And immediately she thought of the myth.

If you wish upon a shooting star, your wish will come true.

Why not, she said to herself. What do I have to lose? And as she kept her eyes fixed on the falling star, she briefly searched her heart for something she desired the most.

True love, she said softly. My wish is to find my beloved kindred soul.

The speeding light went by so fast, Alle began to second-guess what she saw. So as soon as the flash dissipated, her bright countenance did also as she eased back to the ground, lying prostrate in the sand. Not a creature was in sight. And it was completely quiet with the exception of the ocean waves. Until suddenly there was a whishing sound above as if an airplane flew by. At least that was Alle’s rational assumption. But actually it was the soar of a black-winged, Native American thunderbird. It was a super large bird that had a white head of an eagle; and the feathers around its