With my three five star reviews, I wanted to give my followers a little treat. The first page or so of Kayla: Genius
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This was a great short story. The descriptions weren’t too complex but at the same time they weren’t the usual – I guess unique and intriguing is the best way to explain what I mean. There is a lot of mystery in the pages… At first there was just an unfamiliar captive, but I quickly got sucked into the story and found myself reading faster and faster as I became more invested in their outcome and eagerly sought out what happened next!
on July 6, 2017
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Great story. Loved the description of Kayla’s powers and the way the tension built, and the use of second person perspective. Looking forward to reading more about Kayla and the other arcs.
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It has been a long time since I have read a story written in second person, and I will be honest and say that I was initially put off by this. However, it did not take long for the author to have me imaging that I was the main character, fully engaged in the story and anticipating what was to come. An enjoyable short story.
5.0 out of 5 stars Kayla. – very good read.
I found I was reading this book faster and faster. Great short story – held me right to the end. Could this be a prelim to a novel?
5.0 out of 5 stars Awesome little read
Great Short Story, well written and easy to read has you engaged with the character and her fate, the story is mysterious and leaves you wanting to know more.
Goodreads reviewer rated it 5 stars – it was amazing
5/5: Kayla: Genius is one of the most intriguing reads, an excellent combination of simple and complex nuances where one can’t stop reading, I loved it.
I recommend this book to anyone interested in this Genre
5/5: Loved this! it was intriguing and I am very much look forward to the rest of this series.
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The black nylon straps feel tight around your petite body. The bonds are tight around your throat, forehead and chest. You are glad that they position the straps just underneath your breasts. It is pointless to struggle. Tight enough for immobility, but not enough to cut off your circulation.
For twenty-one thousand and ninety-four seconds, you have studied the room. The use of counting ensures a calm disposition, allowing the maximum cognition to assess your situation. The walls are soundproof, with no windows, and a poured concrete floor. Not even a two-way mirror like you would see in bad 80’s cop shows. Just a plain laminate table, with an office chair on the opposite side that screams institution, lit by a single overhead light. Mounted on the table are two globes with a wire trailing off like electric entrails. Gnawing on the rubberized mouth plug, you consider the relative freedom of your middle fingers, and the smooth button under each one.
As you analyse the surroundings for the twentieth time, you consider the quantum flow of the room is fixed to four points. The door, the light and the two upper corners adjacent to the door. Hidden cameras are a certainty, it will be considerably harder to conceive of a plan while being watched.
Something about this room makes you curious of their understanding of the FableLands. You feel disconnected from the parallel world of Fablelands where myth and legend run amok. Your Arc Leonardo doesn’t feel fully connected to you. Why can’t you tap into the other place? Was it the Government or one of the Corporations that have been pursuing your group?
For six hours since you regained self-awareness, these thoughts have been percolating in your mind. The full mantle of Leo is unavailable. There is a faint access to some of the Arc, but it feels tenuous at best. Just remember you are the Arc of this Age, embrace that belief.
The infiltration was flawless as it was your brother’s plan. Yet a mistake was made. Someone must have been watching you and your friends planning this task, but who? Unless there is a traitor within your group or your family. Either option seems to be silly.
With a grinding noise, the apparently reinforced door opens. The sound gives it away. Whoever has taken you, they have created a lot of safeguards. They must have a fledgeling understanding of yours and your friends’ powers.
A man in a grey pinstripe suit walks in before the heavy door cycles closed with a resounding boom. From his body language, you can see that there is a self-discipline of all things. Yet a single drop of sweat beading down his cheek does not escape your notice, and this betrays his inner emotional state. Apprehension.
He is a cleanly shaven Caucasian man with an expensive haircut and a scent of rich cologne. As he sits in front of you, in his right hand is a bulging file, which he places on the table in front of him.
“Hope you are comfortable, the restraints have to stay on. For your own protection.”