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    Through A Window
    Through A Window
    Through A Window
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    Through A Window

    By Elizabeth N. Love

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    Explore the distant realms of your imagination. Dive deep into alien worlds, learn how a kingdom that knew only light brought darkness to the world, and gasp with horror at the annihilation of an entire species.


    Stunningly illustrated and covering a myriad of thought-provoking topics - from alien cultures to human relationships and genocide - each of these five stories encapsulates the wonder of human, and humanoid, curiosity and strength.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNext Chapter
    Release dateFeb 19, 2022
    ISBN4824116007
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      Through A Window - Elizabeth N. Love

      ForeWord

      Short stories are a great way to take small ideas and explore them in a brief, meaningful way. Some ideas don't take flight as easily as others and require more work to make into something enjoyable. Other ideas soar and within a few hours can be perfected into a decent work of literature. Then there are the complete flops, but who wants to talk about those?

      Writing has been my fondest passion since I was nine years old. It started out as poems and stories written for first graders as projects for school. As I continued through school, I spent more and more time writing longer, more advanced stories. I used a thesaurus to expand my vocabulary, endeavoring to avoid repeating descriptive words within a single page. I observed everything I could for ideas, looking to the sky, the ground, watching minute details that many people may not notice. I also read dozens of books, mostly classic science fiction like Ray Bradbury and Ursula K. LeGuin, and fantasy like Anne McCaffrey and Terry Brooks. I even used dreams as a source of inspiration. In high school, I was called out by teachers for writing instead of listening in class, with threats of taking my notebook away. The will power to focus on class was immense, especially during boring topics, but losing my notebook would be akin to amputating my right arm. Writing became an obsession.

      Many friends have read these stories and wanted more—more of the characters, more of the story, more and more stories. Some have even offered ideas for new stories.

      I typically write down ideas on a daily basis and ponder the implications of the thought. All of these ideas are handwritten in small journals and saves in boxes and boxes in the basement. When I feel the mood, I will seek out an old idea (and I can remember which book each idea is in, because I never buy matching books) and hope that a new experience in my life gives me the piece I need to make the story work. Not everything written in those journals will come to fruition, and some is indulgent Star Trek fan fiction meant for my eyes only.

      For many years, I also kept a dream journal. I have the ability to remember most of what I dream so that when I wake up, I can attempt to interpret what my unconscious mind processed overnight. I'm also very aware that I am dreaming and, in that way, I can observe great detail in the dreamworld, recalling names, faces, colors and movements throughout each sequence. I kept the journal to sort out what certain symbols meant to me, such as pink flamingos symbolizing my mother-in-law or stairs that lead nowhere symbolizing indecision.

      The stories in this volume are older works from my collection. Most have been entered in contests, some with encouraging results. They have gone by other titles and been worked over a few times to fit word limits and to perfect the details. Up against hundreds of other entries from around the globe, each entry proudly advanced into the top ten entries, and that's not too shabby. For a while I worked on my novel a great deal, and for an even longer while I had a few children and just plain didn't have time to write anything, even a spark of a new idea. Sleep deprivation, as well as zero free time, stripped me of creativity during those years. Well, not completely stripped. I worked on scrapbooks and cross-stitch patterns or other endeavors that were more easily put aside during a distraction. And all the while I've held full time employment in various occupations including Real Estate Title Agent, ACH Professional, and Data Entry Supervisor.

      I work in both Science Fiction and Fantasy, but most of my effort is in the characters, bringing to life people who don't exist. I want the reader, usually myself, to bond with the characters on an emotional level. The settings are a vehicle to drive the characters from their everyday lives into unwieldy situations. The characters let me know how they are going to handle the circumstances in which they are place, lending an organic feel to each one. Sometimes I am honestly surprised by their reactions. Certainly, my subconscious is reacting for them, and I learn a great deal about how I might react in extreme situations by the lives my characters lead.

      Please enjoy this sampling and, I promise, there will be more to come.

      Introduction to Far Seer

      This is one of my favorites.

      In 2001, I prepared to enter the Science Fiction Writers of Earth short story contest for the second time and sought a suitable topic on which to base a story. The previous year, I placed in the bottom half of the top ten, so I set my goal to reach higher.

      I came up with a telescope and a primitive culture much like hunter-gatherers, only not humans. These cat-like beings adhered to a code of mysticism based upon a planet in nearby orbit which visited them once every few years. The gravity of the passing planet changed weather patterns, therefore bringing much needed rain that was absent in the years between. The primitive people saw the nearby orb as a face watching them and bringing them fortune. The nearby planet is home to yet another race, one much more advanced. So what happens when the two races meet?

      Originally, the story was titled Look Through, for the name the primitive race gave the telescope. Later I changed the name of the device. I received this email from the contest administrator, Gil Reis, once the judging was over:

      "Congratulations, Bee Love, for placing Fifth (Second Honor) in the 2001 SFWoE SF/F Short Story Contest!

      The 2001 Contest received a record 239 entries. Placing fifth is an outstanding accomplishment.

      Our judge, author Edward Bryant, had this to say about your winning story: The second honor award goes to Bee Love for 'Look Through,' a more traditional variety of classic science fictional theme, but executed with obvious affection and a touch of freshness. The story gives us parallel stories of two inhabited worlds in close mutual orbit.

      Ed told me he enjoyed reading your story as it was well written and kept the reader's interest".

      I entered the contest for several years until Gil retired and closed down. Unfortunately, he had no one to take over the administration of this amateur contest. Writers like myself lost a wonderful outlet to share our creative work with others.

      Originally published in 2001

      The Far-Seer

      Mela thumbed through the pages of the last chronicle, seeking out the past day that correlated to this one. The square pages presented star patterns and weather changes of the past five years. Another book held the five years before that. Still other books held similar records since the people had invented a chisel to permanently mark stone. In the cave, Mela was surrounded by the records of centuries, a repetitive cycle of events.

      Tonight marked the first night of the new Katak, the new five-year cycle. This day was very special, for the Great Face would appear in the sky for the first time since the last Katak. For eight days, She would shine upon them in full gold and blue glory.

      Everyone in the village prepared their offerings. As the suns set, they gathered at the top of the rocky hill to witness the Emergence. From below the southern horizon She would rise, filling the darkness with Her light, so large as to seem to hide the star-littered sky behind Her. The villagers gathered to honor Her presence, to please Her and remind Her that they depended on Her to raise the seas so that the rains for the next five years would be on time. Without the rise of the seas, the rain clouds came too late and the schedule of crops was thrown askew. For over a thousand years, the people planted to this schedule, growing the moist foods in the first year, the dryer foods each year until they planted the grassy foods the final year. They looked forward to the wet foods again, the watery melons and the juicy fruits. All of the villagers endeavored to keep the Great Face happy.

      Mela witnessed Her Emergence ten times before. The Face came without fail and never expressed displeasure that she could remember. Tonight would be Mela's 55th birthday. Sharing her birth with the visit of the Great Face destined her to be the Keeper of the Chronicles. She began her training at an early age to pen the characters and sketches and to interpret them for the villagers. The last Keeper had been a wise old woman who taught her to study the past in

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