The Eye-Dancers
by Michael Fedison
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BLURB:
Seventh-grader Mitchell Brant and three of his classmates
inexplicably wake up at the back edge of a softball field to the sounds of a
game, the cheering of the crowd. None of them remembers coming here. And as
they soon learn, “here” is like no place they’ve ever seen. Cars resemble
antiques from the 1950s. There are no cell phones, no PCs. Even the spelling of
words is slightly off.
A compulsive liar, constantly telling fantastic stories to garner
attention and approval, Mitchell can only wish this were just one more of his
tall tales. But it isn’t. It’s all too real. Together, as they confront
unexpected and life-threatening dangers, Mitchell and his friends must overcome
their bickering and insecurities to learn what happened, where they are, and
how to get back home.
The answers can be found only in the mysterious little girl with
the blue, hypnotic eyes. The one they had each dreamed of three nights in a row
before arriving here. She is their only hope. And, as they eventually discover,
they are her only hope.
And time is running
out.
ENJOY THIS EXCERPT:
Peering out his bedroom window, his eyes
flattened into squinting slits, Mitchell Brant saw her.
“No,”
he said. “It can’t be her. It can’t be.”
But
it was. She had come again.
He
looked away, at the night-shadows on the floor, at the sheets jumbled and strewn
on his bed. Maybe she wasn’t
really out there. Maybe it was
just an illusion, some odd distortion of the light.
He
looked out the window.
She
was still there.
He
felt the fine hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. Gooseflesh, cold against the stifling humidity filtering in
through the open window, speckled his forearms.
The
girl was standing under the streetlamp, looking straight in at him—the same way
she had last night and the night before.
She was just a child, probably no more than seven years old—his sister’s
age. What was she doing out in the
street, alone, well past midnight?
Was she a runaway? And why
had she come three nights in a row?
He
tried to look away again, but he couldn’t. It was as though the girl had cast a spell over him. “What’s with you?” he said to
himself. “Just go back to
sleep.” Instead, he stood up. She had raised her right arm above her
head, waving at him frantically.
“Help
me.” The voice filtered in through
the window. “Why don’t you . .
.?” The girl’s voice. And yet, there was something different
about it, something off. It
sounded hollow, as if it had originated from a dark place, a secret place, cold
like the grave.
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AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Michael S. Fedison was born in Rochester, New York,
and now lives with his wife, Sarah, and regal cat, Luke, in the green hills of
central Vermont. Michael has been writing creatively for as long as he can
remember, and has had short fiction published in several literary magazines,
including Iconoclast and The Written Word. He works as a full-time technical
writer and also is a freelance proofreader and copy editor.
Michael has been a lover of imaginative stories his
entire life. He enjoys any story that takes you by the hand, lifts you up, and
transports you to another place, a new and creative way of looking at the world
around us.
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