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.
In "The Sounds of Tomorrow", Jessi develops the ability to hear the sounds of traumatic events 24 hours before they happen. Think about how it would affect you if you were able to do such a thing. Could you change the future? Could you save a life? In this short excerpt, Jessi hears something that makes her question her sanity. It's one of the first future sounds she's heard, so it makes her wonder how healthy her mind is. Please read and see how you would feel in such a situation. If this intrigues you, I hope that you'll consider purchasing a copy. Thanks!
Sounds of Tomorrow
She approached the busy intersection with her usual caution. She looked up and down the street even after the light told her it was okay and safe to cross. It was actually a much quieter traffic day than usual, so it took her by great surprise when, after she had crossed the street, she walked a few yards and heard the screeching of tires sliding across the asphalt which made her jump followed by the crash with the twisting of metal and shattering of glass. She turned around, expecting to see a terrible accident, and saw nothing but a clear intersection. She ran back to the corner and looked up and down the street, but still saw nothing out of the ordinary. She shook her head. I hope I’m not going crazy, she thought to herself. She took another look, turned and walked home.