The Awakening in Moorland

By E.L. Mychols

To see a view of the moorlands once again is the last wish for the dying Uncle Maxwell. To feel something other than the day-to-day aimless illusion is the longing of the disenchanted artist Elizabeth Dupree.

After the two meet, they will soon discover an exchanging of gifts that will uncover and expose their own inner trutha truth that awakens the whole family of the Moorland Castle.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503516120

E.L. Mychols

“I woke up and I was inspired to write a story, I felt like I had a story in me that I needed to tell. It felt like effortless inspiration.”—Elsie Mychols on “The Awakening in Moorland” Native of Long Beach, California, Elsie spent her youth daydreaming, reading, and listening to music. “I was a loner as a child, and I didn’t have a lot of toys so I turned to books and my imagination.” Though “The Awakening in Moorland” is Elsie’s first published work, she’s been a fan of fiction and writing all her life. “I’ve always been a reader, I loved reading as a child. When it was time for me to go to sleep I would read under the covers with a flashlight. I was a fan of Comic Books, Nancy Drew, and Little House on the Prairie books. I used to write around stickers!” Elsie excitedly reveals. “I would buy stickers that I liked and use them as illustrations for my stories.” “I loved my Nancy Drew books. It’s all about the Unknown. It’s all a mystery. She has her whole life ahead of her. When I was a teenager—I discovered The Collector by John Fowles—that was a real inspiration for me. It was the opposite of Nancy Drew in many ways, but the main character’s obsession intrigued me. He was looking for someone else to fulfill what he could never be, so he could fulfill his spirit. I connected with that.” In high school, Elsie had a passion for creating comic strips using crayons. She passed the comic strips around to her friends—one such cartoon was “The Civil Arts.” Elsie elaborates: “I didn’t like schoolwork very much so I wrote comic strips. ‘The Civil Arts’ was about me and my group of friends. The main character was in intensive care after getting hit by a drunk driver. I wrote about my little small circle—a skinhead, a punk with flags as a Mohawk, I was the mod, my friend that was into ska, there was the blond Socie girl—and then there was Creature who always had something brilliant to say at JUST the right time.” When asked about the writing process, Elsie pauses a few seconds to think before answering. “When I wrote "The Awakening in Moorland" I felt awakened myself . . . I felt excited and focused. It felt effortless.” Elsie believes the power of storytelling lies in the reader. “I want reader to be inspired. To smile. To get it. If I can give them a little vacation from the day to day, then I’ve achieved my goal!”

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Copyright © 2014 by E. L. Mychols.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2014920365

ISBN:      Hardcover                 978-1-5035-1610-6

                Softcover                  978-1-5035-1611-3

               eBook                         978-1-5035-1612-0

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Rev. date: 11/11/2014

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Preface

Chapter 1 The Call To Moorland

Chapter 2 The Journey

Chapter 3 The Clacher Kin

Chapter 4 The Library, The Port

Chapter 5 My Journal Entry

Chapter 6 Davis’s Novel

Chapter 7 Davis, The Author

Chapter 8 Redemption

Chapter 9 A Living Landscape

Chapter 10 Farewell To Moorland

Chapter 11 New York

I’d always seen myself as someone others could look up to, and yet I struggled just being that person to myself. In dreams, I would be more than I was. But here I existed as a somber girl, shielded with a distrust to anything outside my very own yielded spirit. I’ve only ever observed from within, taking no action or course. Now I wait for the rope that will pull me through to greet the unknown—the fear of it I’ve dreaded about for years. My virtue stands in loyalty to my longing … my longing for life.

DEDICATION

This book is lovingly dedicated to my sister Nina, whose brave journey through life brought me not only many essential lessons but also a deeper insight in finding my own inner divine purpose in capturing one moment at a time.

There, that is our secret! Go to sleep. You will wake and remember and understand.

Robert Browning

PREFACE

By spring of 2013 I’d already begun the journey into my own awakening. One morning I found myself writing feverishly what became my very first complete short story. May it find a place in the awakening of others.

CHAPTER 1

The Call to Moorland

I was called upon by an elder gentleman named Maxwell Clacher. I met him during an art exhibition show in Scotland. He was a very unforgettable older gentleman and had shown great interest in my work. He called me Au Courant!

He spoke to no one else but me that day. He had me captivated in his stories, about half I could follow! From his travels around the world to the beautifully elegant cane he carried, apparently made of a wood from a famous ship once lost at sea! There was something so inviting and interesting about him, from his refined limp that effortlessly floated alongside me to his attentive, connected focus on every single piece of artwork in the gallery he was exploring. He especially took his time while eyeing each of my works.

He planned on buying two of my paintings that day, but something happened and my newfound friend never returned. The gallery did try and contact him but were unable to find even a trace of his whereabouts. I was crushed, to say the least, but I held my head up high as I journeyed back home to my good ole New York apartment, a little poorer than when I left.

But today brought a great surprise. As I routinely hurried through my daily mail consisting of bills, advertisements, and every other whatnot, an actual letter