And When It Got Harder...

So, I will now just post random entries from my pending book. Here we go.


"Allison was stuck between what she had been comfortable with and what she had to move on to. There had been so many times that Allison would burn bridges just to get away from the toxic people in that current situation. Allison was sick of this bad habit. She wanted something more, something different.

As Allison sat and pondered what she would do, she thought of a friend. Donal, to be exact, and how he had listened to her blow up the first time someone had made her mad. She laughed at the memory because Donald was trying not to laugh at her. She was so angry, and this was a side Donald had never seen in Allison before. Allison supposed that this particular situation was the first 'bonding' moment her and Donald had. The following months would prove that this 'bonding' was crucial.

Allison took a deep breath and gazed into the dancing stream. The water hurried around the stones like it was trying oh so quickly to reach a destination. For a moment, Allison almost wish she were one of the stones. Oh how lovely it would be to just be moved around instead of pushed along. Then something occurred to Ms. Allison. The stone was not simple at all, for it had been moved around for years.

      "I suppose..." Allison thought, "...this stone used to be sharp. The edges must have been tattered and razor-like." Allison's brow furrowed as she moved closer to the stream, peering in at the one stone. "This stone has its own story, and I'll bet you it is not a simple one."

With satisfaction in her own mind, Allison sat up straight again to look at the clouds above. She wondered about the three toxic people who had forced her to leave the Garden. She came to the conclusion that they, like these stones, had their own stories. There was a reason the one gal had destroyed a home. There was a reason the other one would never leave the other's side. And lastly, there was not a simple reason that the three were always fighting for each other, even when they themselves were wrong.

Allison sighed as she realized she could not get out of her own head. Why did these conclusions and findings have to come when she was trying to leave the situation completely?

Allison arose and continued her walk. If she would have these epiphanies while sitting on a short break, who knows what ones were coming."


-Allison Susanne De Arton, from Allison Wonderland: Welcome to My Mystery

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