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Here is the raw unedited part of the first chapter of my soon to be released free novella A Fairy Tale for Adults
Dear <reader name>,
I’d like to share with you a story that happened not so long ago. To adequately tell it, you’ll have to allow me to suspend a few rules when it comes to communication in this sort of format. There are things I’ll need to tell you as we progress into the story, things you must understand. How I know what I know about these people isn’t important. What is important is yours to determine.
Confused yet? Excellent.
Are you ready?
Good. Let’s begin.
- Daniel Snugmus
Chapter 1 – Meet The Crofts
“In my dream, the angel shrugged and said if we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.” –Story People
Once upon a time…
No, wait. You’re an adult. That’s not catchy enough for you. One moment…
It was a dark and stormy n-
No, no. That won’t do either. Just a second…
Richard Croft wasn’t the type of man you’d see behind bars. Neither was his wife, Susan. In fact, the Crofts were not the type of people anyone would ever accuse of wrongful parenting. Regardless, that’s exactly what the charge was against them. It was a very serious charge, punishable by – well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll start at the beginning…
“Allie! Ethan! Let’s go!” Richard stood at the bottom of the stairs. The rapid tap of his keys against the wooden banister was like a war drum, meant to urge his teenage children on.
“We’re coming dad!” Allie’s voice. Seconds later both she, and her older brother Ethan appeared, double checking the contents of their back packs.
“What’s all that stuff?” Richard raised an eyebrow that exposed his aging like his hair did; little strands of gray decorating the black.
“Stuff for our experiments,” Ethan said matter of fact. “Dowsing Rods and a few crystals and a electromagnetic-”
“What’s a dowsing rod?” Richard asked.
Ethan pulled two pieces of wire coat hangers out of his back pack as he reached the bottom of the staircase. He held them up to his father. “It’s used to measure earth’s energy field. I want to see how strong it is around the stones.”
“The chambers are on ley lines too,” Allie said.
Ethan nodded his agreement. “Exactly. They probably have some untapped power.”
Richard’s amusement with the conversation deepened the laugh lines around his mouth. “Powers huh?” He ushered his children outside, and locked the front door.
“Don’t say it like that dad.” Allie narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a very stern, grown-up type look. “Don’t you know about Quantum Physics?”
“Is that what you’re learning in school?” They walked over to an SUV where Susan Croft was standing, talking on her cell phone. She smiled at her children and mouthed: I’ll be right there.
Richard glanced at his wife, and tapped his finger against his watch in an attempt to hurry her along too, then got in the driver’s seat.
“No,” Allie sighed as she and Ethan climbed into the back of the SUV. “They don’t teach us about that type of stuff in school. We just memorize and regurgitate facts that we’ll never use again in our life.”
“They should though. It’s way more interesting,” Ethan pulled a copy of yes! Magazine out of his backpack.
“Hey regurgitate is a big word. Bet you learned it in school.” Richard glanced at his daughter through the rear view mirror.
Allie rolled her eyes. “Totally missing the point, Dad.”
“I know, I know. Well look as long as your independent research doesn’t interfere with your homework you keep doing what you’re doing.”
Allie pulled out her iPod, the tell tale sign that a teenager had had enough of parental wisdom.
Ethan had long since stuck his nose into his magazine. He was twelve, four years younger than his sister, and unlike Allie he had given up trying to convince his parents that their world view was incredibly limited. Adults thought they knew everything – or at the very least more than their kids. Ethan was of the opinion that while that was true in some cases, something happened to adults that sucked out their imaginations. It was like the adult rite of passage to stop believing in the fantastical once they reached a certain age. Ethan was determined that neither he, nor his sister would ever get like that when they grew up.
Maybe three minutes later, Susan climbed into the silent car. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Richard glanced over at Susan. “I thought we said no work today?”
“It wasn’t work.” Susan looked into the backseat and smiled widely at her children. “Ready to have some fun?”
“Oh yeah. I got the dowsing rods!” Ethan lowered the magazine so he could grin at his mom.
Susan laughed. “Cool.”
Though he wanted to, Richard did not ask who Susan had been talking to on the phone. They were six months into their separation, and because of it, he felt like he didn’t have that right anymore.
The family lapsed into a comfortable silence as they made the forty-five minute drive to the destination chosen by their children. In case you were not aware, scattered across New England there are hundreds upon thousands of miles of ancient stone circles, walls, rows, and chambers. There are so many of them, if you lined them up side by side, you could circle Earth more than ten times. <fact check this>
The Croft Family SUV finally stopped just a few yards back from two of these chambers. A stone wall ran alongside them to the east, right on the edge of the forest line. It was a pretty enough sight, with the multi-colored leaves of fall <fanning> out from the trees, and scattered over the ground, decorating the earth.
“So cool!” Ethan had put away his magazine and now had his nose pressed against the window. The moment Richard turned off the car, Allie and Ethan scrambled out, and raced over to the chamber.
Richard and Susan (as adults do), were slower to get out of the car, taking their time to watch their children’s excitement with affectionate amusement.
Richard tucked his hands into his jean pockets and stole a glance over at his wife. She looked good, she always did, but more than that she looked… happy. She looked content. It was chilly, and her cheeks were rosy because of the wind. Her shoulder length hair was slightly curled, loose, and free flowing. Her dark brown eyes were lively, much more so than they’d been the last two years of their marriage.
“So, what’s his name?” Richard asked, breaking the silence.
Her eyes shot over to him. He couldn’t read what was behind her stare. She finally said quietly, “We’re not doing this today.”
“I’m not doing anything. I was just… asking.”
“You’re never just asking, Richard.”
“I promise I won’t beat him up.”
He was rewarded with the slightest twitch of her lips, a telltale sign of her amusement. She gave a tiny shake of her head, looking away from him, back at the children. “Jacob.”
His jealously flared. It made his shoulders square, his nostrils flare, his jaw set. Richard nodded curtly, and because she was right, it really wouldn’t be fair to the kids if they did this today, walked away from her.
Susan could feel his reaction before she stole a glance at him as he walked away from her and confirmed it.
Susan sighed. They act like children sometimes; adults, especially when they’re hurt. And like children, Richard had made an assumption that wasn’t true. But, Susan hadn’t corrected him either, and perhaps she should have. Who knows, but let’s continue.
“Guys you gotta come see this!” Ethan’s overly excited voice carried itself out of the stone chamber.
Susan caught up with Richard, and let him lead the way. The doorway was typical, about 3’3 feet wide, but short, only 5’4 feet high. They had to duck passing through it. They were able to straighten when they got into the chamber, but the ceiling was still low, so much that there was maybe an inch between it and Richard’s head. There was nothing remarkable about the inside of the chamber. Except that it was a lot cleaner than either Susan or Richard expected but that was a passing thought. Sunlight streamed in through the one window, spreading the light perfectly. The stone walls were smooth, the floor sprinkled with the occasional leaf that blew in through the window.
Ethan had out the dowsing rods. He held them crossed lightly over top of one another, and was walking slowly around the perimeter of the chamber.
Allie had out her video camera and was panning around in a circle.
“How cool is this place?” Ethan grinned over at his parents.
“Very cool. Getting any readings?” Smiling, Susan walked over to their son.
Richard walked over to Allie, “Here, give me the camera so you can get in the shot.”
“Wait. You and mom have to get in the shot first Dad,” Allie said, backing up and panning the camera over to him. “I want to take a picture too.”
Richard and Susan walked over to the middle of the chamber. There is sometimes an awkward moment when two people who haven’t touched each other in what seemed like a very long time are forced into intimacy. Not because they don’t want too, but because they do. And, as adults are prone to do, they’ve overcomplicated something so simple.
So, there they stood, nearly shoulder to shoulder their smiles a little strained.
Ethan glanced over at his parents, and could sense how uncomfortable they were immediately (children are very in tune to those sorts of things in case you didn’t know). Like children often do, he decided to make it worse. “Get closer mom and dad.”
“We’ll block your light if we do,” Richard said, attempting to prolong the inventible.
Allie rolled her eyes. “Seriously if you two don’t get closer I’m gonna banish you to another realm where you’re permanently stuck together.”
Allie and Ethan didn’t realize it, but the moment Allie said “banish you to another realm,” the chamber did what it’s meant to do, which meant that and Susan and Richard Croft disappeared.
 Did you make that promise to yourself when you were a child trying to explain to your parents that your imaginary friend was real? Did you keep it? Hmm…
I woke up this morning to a truly awesome fan letter from a woman whose read both the Synarchy novels. Her response is the epitome of why I write. Don’t get me wrong, I want to have all my bills paid and the ability to use the world as my playground like a curiosity stricken five year old without having to worry about money like everybody else, but really responses like this are so much better than the almighty dollar.
And to the woman who wrote this: no no, thank you! The next time I’m having one of those “why am I doing this again” kinda bad days I’ll remember this email.
And if this doesn’t convenience you book readers to take a chance on the novels I don’t know what will
He recently let me borrow his copies of Synarchy 1 & 2 and all I can say is….wow. Thank you SO MUCH for writing these novels. I swear we must share some of the same pieces of star dust because every word you wrote resonated on so many different levels of my being. It’s like you took all the ideas, facts, and theories that have been violently swirling around my (and I’m sure many other’s) head and channeled them nto a wealth of information; gift wrapped in a flawlessly written, spine tingling fiction! I absolutely love how you touch on Monarch Programming, yet keep Kayla’s humanity so tangible. The mix between the characters motives and their interior emotions that drive them hang in perfect balance. I won’t even begin to go on about how incredibly and beautifully written the story between Simone and Caleb is! Haha anyway. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your books, and how much they helped re-spark my inspiration. It’s also very encouraging, because from the looks of it, it seems you do all your publishing and marketing on your own. The fact that no big corporations have touched these beautiful pieces of work is what made these books all the more powerful and personal to me.
I know how much research, time, and energy went into the development of these
stories. Again…thank you for writing them! I wish you well in your studies and
(im)patiently await the next installment. =)
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