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The Unsacred Gift
C.S. Dorsey
Book Description:
Have you ever had a dream that came to life? How about losing
the one you love and not being able to save them? What about a gift that
you were cursed with? Well image having all three like Sicily
"Sissy" Monroe.
"Some might say what I have is a gift. I say, I want to
return it." Sissy declares.
Sicily "Sissy" Monroe has all the qualities of a
perfect young lady. She is almost where she wants to be in life. But lying
deep in the pupil of her eyes hold something that she cannot get rid of
which interferes with her plans. She fights everyday with no one but
herself. After having her first vision at age six of her sister's (Misty)
disappearance and the dreams of failing to save her, Sissy wants no part
in another person's fate. For years Sissy tried hard to avoid contact with
people because she feared foreseeing their death. In keeping with this,
she tries to stay away from her family. Little did Sissy know she could
not run from her past, or her gift. She hopes someone will put her out of
her misery, but she will soon discover that her visions and dreams were
just a mere image of herself.
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What
sparks My Creativity?
In order for me to create I have to hear voices. I know it
sounds creepy, but it is the truth. I can just come up with an idea on my own
and go from there to create a novel. Some people can, but I can’t.
Sometimes what I will do is if I get an idea I write it
down. I may not come back to that idea for months at a time unless I hear the
main character whispering to me. Once I hear the main voice of the character
than I am able to develop the character more.
I have plenty of projects that I started. But the only
problem was I started writing the story, and not the character telling me. So
you know where the story goes? In my deleted file on my computer.
The main character in The Unsacred Gift, Sissy, was able to
suck me into her world and I found that I could not get out until she finish
telling me her story. Once I was done I was released. The same goes for the
main character in The Lukos Trilogy, Alejandro Calderon (which is available in
3 novellas). A Piece of advice never get stuck in a teenage boy’s mind with a
hormonal imbalance…LOL!
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Excerpt
She sat across
from me at the table. “So how are things going, Sissy?” My mother had a way of
starting a conversation without getting to the main point at first, but slowly
creeping up to it, so that it throws you off, because you’re trying to figure
out how the subject got switched in the first place.
“Everything is
going fine, Ma,” I looked at her carefully, aware of her tricks.
“How are your
classes going? Are you keeping up?”
“Ma, I am a
senior now. I think I have caught on by now,” I said, biting into the crisp
bacon that was just right, crunchy like I like it.
“Have you
finally decided on a major?”
“Yes.
Psychology.”
“Why?” my mother
asked nonchalantly, sipping on her coffee. I had a feeling something was
brewing, so I kept the conversation at a steady pace.
“I just want to
help people. You know, find out what’s on their minds, try and stop them from
making any drastic decisions. Lead and guide them.”
“Sissy, you let
the good Lord lead and guide those people. You can’t save people from bad
decisions. People are going to do what they want to do.”
“I know, Ma, but
if I can just help someone I will feel like I’m doing a good thing for people
rather than—” I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn’t want to say too much.
“Rather than
what?” my mom asked, eating her fruit, not taking her eyes off of me. I had to
come up with something quick before I spilled too many beans.
“Rather than
ignoring them like society does.”
“Is that how you
feel? That society ignores people?”
“Yes. Society
would throw people away and call them crazy, rather than trying to figure out
what triggered the insanity.” Like me, I wanted to say.
It wasn’t just
because I had visions and dreams. I wanted to understand the mind and how it
works and functions. I wanted to know why people do what they do. I figured if
I could get a few logical answers, I could take these theories and run with
them.
“Are you saying
that you’re being ignored, which is the reason why you majored in psychology?”
She looked at me with eyes so intense, they could kill a fly.
This was the
switch in subject I was looking for. She already had in her mind a link. She
would link up my studying psychology with the feeling of being ignored,
abandoned, and thrown away. Then she would link my acting out last night in
front of Mark to my feelings of being ignored, abandoned, and thrown away. I
swore this woman needed to become a psychologist herself. She was just that
good.
“OK, Ma, let’s
get to the real subject at hand,” I said, moving my plate to the side. By this
time I was completely done with my food, believe it or not.
“Sissy, honey, I
am just asking questions, but now that you have mentioned it…” she said, with a
grin on her face. Dang, I fell for it. I knew it was coming. “Honey, do you
feel like I am abandoning you because Mark and I are engaged?” She took a
forkful of pancakes and stuffed them in her mouth.
“Yes,” I said.
“Why do you feel
that way, honey?”
I just hunched
my shoulders.
“Oooh, no…you do
know. Talk to me, Sissy, please.” The pleading in my mother’s voice made it
sound like her heart was cracking into two. I needed to tell her the truth, but
the truth would only break her heart more.
“I feel like no
one understands me. I feel like the odd girl out.” I broke into tears. “I have
no social life, no friends, and no boyfriends. I feel like if I get too close
to someone, something bad is going to happen.” I buried my head in my hands,
hoping that answer was good enough for her to leave me alone, but then I
couldn’t help myself, I continued. “I fear if I get too close, I will be left
with a broken heart, thinking it’s something when it’s not.” Then I cried more,
because that was only part of the truth. I just had to say I feared a broken
heart so it would seem like I was letting her into my mind, but not too much.
“It’s OK, honey,
nothing bad is going to happen.” My mom reached over to rub my shoulder. I
realized too late that I should have stuck with my yes and no responses.
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About the Author:
C. S. Dorsey currently lives in Northern California. She graduated
from the University of Phoenix with an Associate’s Degree in Financial
Services, and is currently working for a financial institution. She never
thought about writing until one day this girl started talking to her in her
head and never stop.
Twitter: www.twitter.com/cs_dorsey
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