Publication Date: April 28, 2015
Sidney Sinclair was living the dream of any eighteen year-old girl... A handsome rock star boyfriend, a closet full of designer clothes, a limousine service at her beck and call, and a mansion in the hills of Los Angeles. Even will all of that glamour and excitement at her fingertips, she still feels as if she's been missing something in her life so she decides to leave. While trying her best to put her dysfunctional romantic relationship aside and tend to her beloved Granny, Sidney unexpectedly stumbles upon an intriguing emerald pendant boxed away in her grandmother's closet. Soon she learns it once belonged to her long-lost mother who committed suicide when she was just a baby. Suddenly feeling emotionally connected to the woman who had birthed her, Sidney begins to wear the necklace. This sends her on a whirlwind journey that alternates between fantasy and reality... Almost immediately, she starts having dreams linked to the mysterious pendant. As danger begins to seep into her life, Sidney refuses to remove the necklace and instead documents each dream to help her further understand them. However, she soon begins to wonder if they are dreams meant to bond her to a mother who she never knew? Or a subconscious warning that threatens her very life?
Then I noticed someone approaching my line. As I turned to greet the new customer my heart stopped as my eyes drank in the sight of pure perfection. I couldn’t breathe. The instant attraction I had felt for this stranger was overwhelming. I just stood there frozen, completely stupefied and unable to move. Our eyes locked on each other as if we were setting up for a fatal duel. We were both frozen in time, waiting on the other to make the first move.
He wasn’t very tall, five feet nine at the most. But his face made up for the height he lacked.
He had a pale, round face that was shaped like a heart with a high forehead and dark eyebrows that cast a shadow over his big green eyes. He had a tiny mouth with perfectly lined white teeth. His hair was straight and jet black. It was messy and slightly long, reaching his neckline, as it defiantly fell in his face. My mind focused on one thing only.
His eyes. They were the same eyes that had been haunting my dreams for the past six months. The pendant eyes.
About Cynthia Austin
Cynthia Austin lives in Northern California with her husband, two boys, and Olde English Bulldogge named Count Dogula. They love all things horror, gothic, and Victorian which prompts her friends to dub them as “The Adams Family.”
She is an avid reader who may be slightly obsessed with music. She hears music in a way that she believes the artist intended it to be heard: visually, with a storyline that follows. Listening to the songs by her favorite artists, she was inspired to write her first series titled “The Pendant.”
Cynthia has been published twice in The Writer’s Monthly Magazine as well as the online news site, Yahoo! Voices. She currently attends Diablo Valley College, in Pleasant Hill, California, where she is working to achieve her degree in English.