Jessi O’Donnell was your typical teenager, until a bus accident changed her life and allowed her to hear the sounds of events 24 hours before they happen! She has kept this ability a secret but when she hears the sounds of a woman being murdered, that all changes. How will she convince people that a murder will happen when she’s the only one, besides the killer, who knows?
It's important to me to get my stories to the public in memory of my parents and now my mother-in-law. They loved my stories and I believe that you will too! Here's information about me: Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
You have had those moments. Your know the ones. You want so badly to remember a name, an event, a date, but it's just not there. On the tip of your tongue; the edge of your brain. It bothers you and consumes you until that one sweet moment when it breaks through and reveals itself to you. Please enjoy this short excerpt from my book, "The Sounds of Tomorrow" and if you can relate to this, please consider purchasing a copy to read. Thanks!
Sounds of Tomorrow
Jessi didn’t sleep well that night, which was unusual for her. She normally slept more soundly than anyone she knew and could practically sleep through anything, but this particular night her brain wouldn’t let go of what was to happen. This was more serious than what she normally heard. For some reason, she took this to be more personal than any other sound. There was something nagging her about this particular sound. She couldn’t put her finger on it. It was like trying to recall a name; a name that you’ve known all of your life except for this one moment. It’s there, but it’s not there. If it were solid, you could almost grab it. The nagging thought flitted in and out of her dreams, and each time she awoke, it would have folded itself back up into her subconscious escaping recognition.