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Thursday, 21 May 2015

Thursday Tasters - Yoseph

Hello and welcome back to Thursday Tasters.


This is where I choose 400 words to showcase some of my written work.

Last week I left you with a cliff hanger, so it’s only fair to continue the story. Last week was the end of a chapter, so this week we start a new one. Please note that this is all my own work, none of which has been edited.


“Joe, are you ok?”  Ayasha asked as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Did you hear that?” Joe asked, knowing full well she wouldn’t have.

“The voice in your head again?”

Joe breathed out a sigh of irritation. “You know they are not in my head Ayasha.” He snapped back.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of sympathy. “Sorry.”

Joe relaxed the frown that had formed across his forehead. He knew she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but it bugged him non the less. Like so many times before he would brush it off. But what if they are in my head? What if I am going crazy? He forced those thoughts from his mind and started to walk on through the woods. The bluebells were just starting to open up, giving the bed a purple haze.

“What did she say this time?” Ayasha asked, as she walked beside him and placed her hand in his.

That simple action brushed away the irritation her comment had caused. She was a good woman, the best.

“She was just calling Yoseph again, asking where he was. Her voice is so desperate and haunting, like she is trying to find him.”

“You’re sure she is saying Yoseph?”

“Absolutely. I know it’s so close to my name,” Joe said as their gazes met.

“Any Idea who she is?”

“Nope. She doesn’t say anything else, just calls for Yoseph mostly. You know,” Joe continued with a smirk on his face. “Wouldn’t it be cool if I had this soul trapped inside my body that I was able to communicate with?”

Ayasha looked up at him with eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“You don’t believe in ghosts?” he asked in a serious tone.

There was something that flashed in her eyes, but before Joe could name the emotion, it was gone, but not without leaving him feeling uneasy.

“Ghosts? No.”

Joe broke away from her gaze and looked at the muddy path they were following.

“Witches, shifters, mind controllers, now they. They are worth believing in?”

“You’re joking right?” Joe said with a chuckle as he stopped walking and looked at her. Her eyes stayed focused on him, her face still and lips showing no sign of a smirk. “You’re serious?”


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Until next time, take care.
Jessica xXx


  1. Hum, this story took a very strange turn.

    1. I should probably explain that the first book, Alana, she is a mentalist. She can communicate with like beings and animals with her mind. Thanks for stopping by xx

    2. You mean a telepath?

  2. Definitely if you can swallow those, a ghost isn't a big stretch. It would be great if they could communicate.