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Post by Bad Bunny on Nov 18, 2005 14:13:39 GMT
I'm writing a ghost book and wondered if anyone would like to see some scenes? ![???](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/sad.gif) I'm a tad nervous about showing them off! It does have a main character called Karl, but it's not really a fan fiction sort of thing!!! My stories are like my babies, and I'm very protective of them!!
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Post by angel2 on Nov 18, 2005 15:38:47 GMT
Awww bad bunny i would like to hun, if thats ok. i bet they are great !!! thankyou xx
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Post by strauss on Nov 18, 2005 17:13:25 GMT
Hi Bad Bunny,
I would love to see them too hun, i bet they are fantastic, cant wait to see them.xx
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Post by kblover on Nov 18, 2005 20:45:48 GMT
Hey BB
I would like to if you felt happy sharing them.
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Post by Trixie on Nov 18, 2005 21:15:15 GMT
i would love to see some hunny i bet they will be great reading! i completely understand wot u mean about protecting them. hope they r a success huns good luck with them loads of love Trixie xxxxxxxx
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Post by Emma-lou on Nov 18, 2005 22:39:44 GMT
I'd like to see them too hun, im sure they'd be great! ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif)
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Post by Bad Bunny on Nov 21, 2005 9:32:35 GMT
Aw, thank you everyone! I will go off and try to find an, ahem, clean enough scene to post, as some have some, erm, naughty words! ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif)
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Post by Rosie on Nov 21, 2005 13:47:57 GMT
awww sounds great hun! I would love to see them too ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif)
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Post by Bad Bunny on Nov 22, 2005 13:35:17 GMT
OK, here goes, it's one of my opening scenes introducing my medium,,, Hope it's' not too long!
Reuben intro
Reuben Wylie was five years old when he saw the dog that changed his life. Rex, the golden retriever, was sitting at the bottom of the stairs where he always was that warm spring morning in 1981, when Reuben rose before his brothers and sisters and made his way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. Reuben reached out and patted his head, smiling as the dog licked his face and hands. The friendly greeting had made Reuben the happiest boy alive. “Good boy,” he beamed, rubbing the dog’s ears. “I knew you’d come back, I knew it!” Rex had been two months older than Reuben when he’d slipped his lead in the park and run on to the road, straight into the path of the dustbin lorry. By the time Jason, Reuben’s nine-year-old brother, had caught up with him he was lying on the other side of the road with the last of his life twitching out of him. Jason had run home sobbing to fetch their mum, and later that evening Mum had sat Reuben on her knee and told him his dog had died. “Do you understand, Reuby?” she said, tears in her eyes as she rubbed his chubby arm. “Rex has gone to Heaven.” Reuben nodded. “Yes,” he said. Reached up and put his arm around his mother’s neck. “He didn’t look, before he crossed the road. But don’t cry, Mummy. He will come back.” Mum had put her hands on his shoulders. Perhaps at five he was too young to understand. “No, he won’t, Reuby darling. He’s up in Heaven, with the angels. He’ll be very happy there, there’ll be parks to run in and big juicy bones and lots and lots of sticks to play with…” “But he will come back,” Reuben nodded. “You’ll see. Mary says so. And Mary says he can’t be an angel, straight from being a dog, even a good dog like Rex. That’s just not how it works.” Mum had sighed and put her hand on Reuben’s hair. “Mary tells you lots of things, doesn’t she, Reuben? And you always want to play with her, rather than your brothers and sisters. I sometimes wish you had a few more friends your age…” Reuben had known Mary for as long as he could remember. When he was a baby she would comfort him if he cried, tickle his tummy and sing him songs to make him laugh so he hardly ever bothered his mum and dad, to the point where they thought something might be wrong with him. When he was three, he realised that not everyone could see her – “They’ll call me your invisible friend, for sure, because they can’t see me with you. But I’m always with you Reuben,” she’d said. And sure enough, she always was. She came to nursery and school with Reuben, though he quickly learned not to talk to her out loud there – he’d find himself rapped on the back of the legs and made to stand in the corner if he did. But Mary could hear the words he spoke inside his head, and she had told him all about Rex long before Mum had come into his bedroom. “Bet you’d like a biscuit, wouldn’t you?” Reuben patted the dog’s back. “I’ll get you one. Then we can go and see Mummy and she’ll know I wasn’t telling tales.” He ran down to the kitchen, forgetting his water in the haste to show Rex to his family. It would make them all as happy as it had made him. Scrambling on a bucket to reach the cupboard where the dog biscuits were kept, Reuben grabbed the packet that still remained – Mum must have known really that Rex would return or she wouldn’t have kept the biscuits – and ran back to the hall. But there was no dog at the foot of the stairs. “Rex?” he called. “Rex? Where are you? I got your biscuits.” He ran towards the sitting room, hopeful that the dog would be there, but again the room was empty. Confused, and wondering where Rex could be hiding, he headed back to the hall, checking behind every chair and under every table to no avail. As he sat down on the bottom step, he heard a voice calling to him softly from the other side of the room. “Reuben? Is that you, Reuben?” Nana! Maybe that was where Rex had gone. Nana’s door was slightly ajar, and Reuben jumped up and ran towards it. The old woman was sitting up in bed, a rare thing in itself these days. But once more, there was no Rex. “Come here, Reuben. Give your nan a hug,” Nana said, reaching out her arm. Reuben bounced up on to the bed and threw his arms around her. “You’re up early, sweetheart. I heard you talking in the hall. Was that Mary you were talking to?” Nana could see Mary, and hear her too, though not all the time like Reuben could. She said that Mary would always look after Reuben, and never let anything bad happen to him. “No. Rex was back, like I said,” said Reuben, bouncing excitedly in his nan’s arms. “He gave me a big kiss. But he’s hiding now, I can’t find him.” Nana smiled. Kissed Reuben’s forehead. “He would just be visiting, sweetheart. He’ll come again. You ask Mary.” She squeezed his arm and lifted his face. “He’s drawn to you because he was your dog.” Reuben nodded. Dropped the biscuit, which tumbled on to the floor. “Nana, how come I can see Mary, and you can, but no-one else? Is it the same with Rex now? Jason says I’m a ‘sandwich short’ – what does that mean? I’m not a sandwich and I’m not that short, for my age.” Nana laughed. Rubbed her hand over his cheek and kissed him again. “Because you’re so very special, Reuben. Jason and the others will never fully understand. You’re a seventh child of a seventh child. Do you know what that means?” All it meant to Reuben was never getting new clothes, just hand-me-downs that never fitted probably and had holes before he put them on. “Nope.” “It means, you have a very special gift. Something that not many people have. You have been blessed, Reuben. One day you’ll use your gift to do something very good and special. But that’s not for a long, long time. Not until you’re a man. Perhaps you’d best ask Mary about it. She can explain it better than I can.” So Reuben did as he was told. Sitting in his room, he asked Mary all about why he was “special”, and over time she explained it to him – there were many, many realms between Heaven and Earth and Reuben could look into and take messages from all of them. Mary said that she would guide and help him, and protect him always from harm. When the time came for Nana to move on to the next realm, she came to Reuben regularly at night and gave him messages, though most of his peers looked at him a little strangely and didn’t want to play with him any more if he passed them on. “Remember, Reuben. One day you will use your gift to do something very special. Until then, all you have to do is give people hope, and understanding, and never do anything greedy. If you do that, I’ll be there to help you, when you’re a grown man.” * Now, more than 20 years later, Reuben Wylie sat alone in his Clifton flat and wondered what to do. In his hands was a letter, from a television company, telling him that “because of your actions… we have no option but to terminate your contract with immediate effect”. Reuben has been a “professional” medium and paranormal investigator for 12 years. He’d built up a good business, doing psychic fairs and private readings and investigating haunted houses. He had been at a psychic fair when a researcher had approached him and asked him to take part in a cable TV show – the Ghost House. He was keen, he could do what he had been asked and spread hope and understanding to a wider audience. But he was wrong. One visit to the location, and one meeting with the company director, was enough to send Reuben’s psychic senses into overdrive: this show must not happen. As soon as he had said so, he had been fired. Now, looking at the letter and the newspaper below it, where he knew the advert for the Ghost House show would be, Reuben tried to meditate for guidance. Mary, his spirit guide, sounded subdued as she answered his question. “What can I do? How can I stop this?” “You can’t,” Mary said frankly. “There’s no way to prevent it. All you can do is heal the wounds it opens. Good will come of it, in the end, if you work with the bravest man who’ll question everything – including your ability – and a boy who you will help to find the truth. It won’t be an easy journey for any of you. But for you, Reuben, it’ll be the most important one you make.” Reuben opened his eyes and looked down at the newspaper. It had started already. All that he could do was wait.
Copyright Kay Inglis/Bad Bunny 2005
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Post by Emma-lou on Nov 22, 2005 13:49:48 GMT
![](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/clappingsmiley1vl.gif) Thats really good bad bunny - want to read the rest of it now! Thanks for posting it hun ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif) xx
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Post by strauss on Nov 22, 2005 17:04:28 GMT
![](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smiliesnew0ky.gif) That really is fantastic Bad Bunny, i would really love to read the rest of the story now as well, well done!!
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Post by Bad Bunny on Nov 24, 2005 9:26:47 GMT
Aw, thank you everyone, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Post by angel2 on Nov 25, 2005 19:22:51 GMT
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Post by Rosie on Nov 30, 2005 18:47:46 GMT
awww that was fab hun!! Excellent ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif)
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Post by Bad Bunny on Dec 1, 2005 12:21:18 GMT
Aw, I'm glad you all liked it. It's my baby, lol! I'll try to find another bit without rude words.. or do what they do in MH and insert "bleep" in the appopriate places, lol! ![:)](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/jsf316/smilies/smile3.gif)
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