Charlotte Harper
Sanctuarium
language
(booksonlinepublishing.com Dec. 25, 2013)
Rinn's home is the Sanctuarium, Latin for sanctuary. She and the rest of the citizens go about their daily lives carrying out complex mathematical tasks in hopes of raising their Value so that they can consume more goods. They live in a world of always on social networking which tracks their every movement and they are immersed in the latest pop culture scandal of the day for entertainment. This all changes for Rinn when sees a mysterious figure in shadows. A ghost who shouldn't exist but will change her life forever.
Excerpt:
“Hello,” he said softly, his voice as smooth and silky as any mental projection. She had an emotional response to hearing his voice that she did not understand. Perhaps Rinn was thinking about the way he spoke to her because verbal speech was so rare. Its rarity made it elicit unique feelings in her. That was the only logical response. People were attracted to things that they did not hear often. He also had a very nice verbal voice, something that was rare and contributed to the fact that people rarely used their voices. “Please do not be scared,” he added, awkwardly. He then returned to mental projections, which made her feel far more comfortable, at ease with herself and the world around her.
My name is Ryan. I’m afraid that you saw me earlier and we have to talk. I need your help and I think that, because you saw me, you may need mine. Can you please come with me?
Rinn stepped forward and stared at him. He was hard to see in the shadows, but everything about him drew her in. She looked at his clothes. He was wearing the same exact clothing that he had been wearing earlier. He wore what looked like a red sweatshirt and loose-fitting jeans. Both items were worn and tattered and looked at least a decade old. Why was he dressed like that? She almost recoiled in disgust when he reached out and touched her. Rinn stopped herself, however, for politeness’ sake. The boy took her hand and clasped it tightly. The gesture sent tingles down her spine.
I know you’re scared, but it’s something that you must do. For both of our sakes, please.
Excerpt:
“Hello,” he said softly, his voice as smooth and silky as any mental projection. She had an emotional response to hearing his voice that she did not understand. Perhaps Rinn was thinking about the way he spoke to her because verbal speech was so rare. Its rarity made it elicit unique feelings in her. That was the only logical response. People were attracted to things that they did not hear often. He also had a very nice verbal voice, something that was rare and contributed to the fact that people rarely used their voices. “Please do not be scared,” he added, awkwardly. He then returned to mental projections, which made her feel far more comfortable, at ease with herself and the world around her.
My name is Ryan. I’m afraid that you saw me earlier and we have to talk. I need your help and I think that, because you saw me, you may need mine. Can you please come with me?
Rinn stepped forward and stared at him. He was hard to see in the shadows, but everything about him drew her in. She looked at his clothes. He was wearing the same exact clothing that he had been wearing earlier. He wore what looked like a red sweatshirt and loose-fitting jeans. Both items were worn and tattered and looked at least a decade old. Why was he dressed like that? She almost recoiled in disgust when he reached out and touched her. Rinn stopped herself, however, for politeness’ sake. The boy took her hand and clasped it tightly. The gesture sent tingles down her spine.
I know you’re scared, but it’s something that you must do. For both of our sakes, please.
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