Genre Fiction. Page - 648

Not entirely completed, but the first attempt at a novella. It is based on an essay i wrote for prelims in Matric.

THE SHIFT IS COMING. SOON.

Dr. David Carter knows this. However, he's a geologist, so 'soon' means anywhere from tomorrow to a thousand years from now.

PEOPLE ARE DYING. NOW.

Drs. Jordan Abellard and Jillian Brookwood are standing at the edge of SuperAIDS. Or are they? They won't be able to figure it out if they can't get some authorization signed - and soon. But they're peons and no one is paying attention. That means no one will notice a little forgery either, right?

WHOLE SPECIES DIED AT THE LAST POLAR SHIFT. 65 MILLION YEARS AGO.

Right now Dr. Becky Sorenson has some seriously mutated frogs in her lab. In L.A. Bees are making abnormal columns on the side of the freeways. In Georgia, birds are migrating out of season. It all makes a sick kind of sense when the doctors consider that the last magnetic shift is strangely coincidental to the dinosaur die-out. And the only similarity among the problems today is that each is occurring in a 'hotspot' - a pocket of reversed polarity that tells them all

THE SHIFT IS ALREADY HERE.

Can you pull in a Leviathan with a fishhook, or tie down its tongue with a rope? Can you put a cord through its nose, or pierce its jaw with a hook? Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of it like a bird, or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? Can you fill its hide with harpoons, or its head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. Nothing on earth is its equal, a creature without fear. No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then can stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. I am she, the natural mother of all things, the mistress and governess of all the elements. The initial progeny of worlds, chief of the powers divine. The principle of them that dwell in heaven, manifested alone and under one form, of all the gods and goddesses; at whose will the planets of the sky, the wholesome winds of the seas, and the lamentable silences of hell are dispersed. I am, that I am.

A foster child learns who she really is and that might change the way she lives. Her blood sisters are hunting her and it's her job to stop them before they kill her.

I held him tightly in my arms, knowing this would be the last time. A kiss to each cheek, and a tender caress, “Adieu, my love” I whispered as my lips met his. His breath caught in his chest, and then he let it out slowly, breathing his last. I looked at him with sadness in my eyes as I slowly let his body slump against our bed to the floor. The pained look in his blue eyes is the one I will always remember.

World War Two story about a failed operation in occupied Norway by British Commandos