Edana : Writing

The Fade

The Fade

A Book by Edana


When two twins - separated by a fatal accident - are suddenly reunited under the worst of circumstances, a series of events are about to play out, end..
Prologue

Prologue

A Chapter by Edana


Red. Images flashed across my face, andI stumbled blindly across the field, hands held in front of my face so as to block the scorching sun from vie..
Chapter One: Burning

Chapter One: Burning

A Chapter by Edana


I was lying on a bed of soft, emerald green grass, and the world appeared serene around me. The clearing I had somehow wandered into was peaceful and ..
Chapter Two: Funeral

Chapter Two: Funeral

A Chapter by Edana


I stared down at the two shiny black coffins resting before me, their doors closed and firmly sealed shut upon my instruction. I didn't want to be hau..
Chapter Three: Encounter

Chapter Three: Encounter

A Chapter by Edana


"Come on, slow-poke!" laughed Kiera, her voice so mesmerising as she raced ahead of me. Her creamy white dress billowed behind her, hovering just abov..
Chapter Four: Mirror

Chapter Four: Mirror

A Chapter by Edana


Kiera and I stood opposite one another, both of us stiff and awaiting the other to make a move or say something. The sky was still painted in black, s..
Chapter Five: Blood

Chapter Five: Blood

A Chapter by Edana


"When will you learn?" demanded Mother as she towered above us, her bold blue eyes narrowed in anger as she tapped her foot to an unknown rhythm. Her ..
Chapter Six: Drifting

Chapter Six: Drifting

A Chapter by Edana


My eyes peeled open to reveal a splash of sunlight pouring down onto my body, warming me up all over. It was a comfortable heat, and one thatI welcome..
Chapter Seven: Confidante

Chapter Seven: Confidante

A Chapter by Edana


Sounds and smells blurred around me, changing frequencies and altering their path. I found myself surrounded by everything and anything. Words and unm..
Chapter Eight: Kiera

Chapter Eight: Kiera

A Chapter by Edana


My eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling of my bedroom, and I wondered for the hundredth time how one could become accustomed to seeing their own ceil..