Paula lives in Essex, with husband, Russell, and a cat who adopted them called ‘Willow’.
In 2010, she had her first success when English Heritage published her story in
Whitby Abbey- Pure Inspiration, since
then she has won two writing competitions,
including having a story selected as the overall winner by best-selling crime
writer, Mark Billingham, and had several other short stories published too.
Find out more about Paula and her writing on her
Amazon Author page and on her blog: http://paulareadman1wordpress.com
As the inky purple sky began to lighten, luminous arcs
of brilliant blue and yellow flashed diagonally towards the horizon. In the
distance against the retreating darkness, the mountain tops shimmered with a
halo of silvery gold light as day forcefully regained its place once more.
Estella, with a heavy
heart, stepped away from the reinforced glass window. Maybe she had been too
hasty waiting all night, but she felt she couldn’t afford to miss the
opportunity to win her heart’s desire, if the legend was true.
Swinging the weighty protective curtain aside, it caught her
delicate lace robe, pulling it from her porcelain shoulders. As the curtain
fell back into place, it blocked out the growing heat from the morning light.
She wondered if the forces would be stronger tonight as it was the beginning of
the Belili Festival.
The festival celebrated the return of the first spring moon
as it rose over the planet of Beltane. With its return came the first meteor
shower of the season so she was reassured that she would certainly get her wish
granted.
As she crossed the stone-tiled floor, the only sound that
echoed within the viewing tower in the granite castle that she called home was
her bare feet as she headed for the stairs. Shivering slightly, Estella pulled
her robe back up and tightened the belt again. She wasn’t aware of the cold as
she descended into the living quarters buried deep underground.
Reaching the corridor that led to the bedrooms, she paused
briefly before the solid fireproof door. Her hesitation took her by surprise
for a second, but as the tension dispersed and she relaxed, her mind began
processing the key numbers she needed to enter.
“Remember,” she said reassuring herself as she tapped on the
keypad. “This is still all relatively new to you.”
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You are a star, Paula!
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