Excerpt from chapter one, page 6 of “The Coming of Grace 1.”

Without any warning, she felt someone grab her from behind, and before she could let out a scream, she was pinned to the floor by what felt like an elephant. A hand went over her mouth, muffling her cries. The force that impacted her filled her lungs, to where she felt as if it is about to explode. He had almost knocked her unconscious, and mercilessly he ripped away from her innocence, leaving her in a pool of blood. She lay on the floor like a discarded ragdoll; whimpering in pain, she rolled over to see the monster cleaning himself off. Glaring down at her, he angrily instructed her, “Clean up this mess, and if you ever say anything to anyone, I will come back for you and Winifred…!”

From the Author’s desk.

Marjorie Delores

My objective is not to simply use stories as a catalyst towards a larger conversation but rather, be honest and thoughtful within my exchange towards a difference. Hopefully, a girl or boy somewhere will benefit like I had as a thirteen-year-old when I read the book. “I’m a beautiful Stranger,” which not only breathes renewal but also thrusts me unto this path, empowering me to believe in myself even when others didn’t. The Coming of Grace is my paying it forward to those like that thirteen years old who rouse above. It would be a double blessing if these books were to fall into the hands of adolescents who are perplexed or feeling lost. The coming of Grace is a two-part series.

Author: marjoriedelores07

Poet/Author Soul Expression mirrors life's inner core, reflected in the best we offer to each other.

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