Hope of Christmas Past- Christian Fiction
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South) Scottish (General)Transcript
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you okay? Nodding Isla glanced at the painting. Crazy Jodi followed her gaze. What is it? Isla could only point. Seeming concerned, Jodi stepped past island and up to the canvas. After staring out at the moment, she shrugged. I don't get it. I just see a painting. It moved. I love whispered. What? Moved? Jodi frowned. What are you talking about? Eyeless stared at her foster mom. How could she explain? No one would ever believe her. She didn't really believe herself. Yet she felt the grass between her fingers. Jodi blinked a few times, then offered a placating smile. Camille, mates. Next, Why don't you come and get some with me? OK, But her feet seems stuck to the rug. Jodi paused another moment inside and stepped out of the room. Isla clinched her hands. It was just a stupid painting, and she was a lot of things, but Crazy had never been one of them. She stared at it, ignoring her racing pulse. Fear wouldn't get the best of her, either. She lifted her hand and thrust it into the middle of the tree. Her whole body fell through, eyeless screamed. She landed on her back in a bed of shimmering grass lights sparked around her so brightly that she flung her arm across her face. Not happening. Totally not happening. She squeezed her eyes tight. The grass tickled her skin and smelled of purity. And hope had to be a dream. A weird, vibrant, impossible dream. Music drifted on the air, sounding of peace and perfect harmony despite her bizarre circumstances. Peace blanket id her. I will breathe deeply. The air smelled sweet, like a blend of Mama Snickerdoodle cookies and Daddy's favorite apple turnovers. The ache of missing. Her parents, pressed down on her heart like a boulder of regret and a tear, escaped and slid across her cheek. No, no time for that. She blinked it away and opened her eyes. The tree bent over her, spreading its long arms like ah, protective shield and draping her with the fingers of sparkling foliage star shaped, the leaves glimmered as though covered in 1000 tiny diamonds. No way