PR3DESTINED

The book PR3DESTINED is based on actual events.

A Non-Fiction Novel With A Supernatural Theme. Everybody has a story to tell. Not everyone's is quite like this. When devastation confronts reality. After reading the heart-wrenching first chapter you'll want to find out what happened next. Going through the roller coaster ride of this current day story keeps you interested.  There's no car explosions or CGI, just a simple, real life scenario. You will be saddened when you find out what happens to an eight year old little girl just for having hot chocolate at a neighbors and amused by her getting a simple toy owl. You might not see the end coming. It could be a real wake up call to anyone who has a friends and loved ones.

Imagine this, you are asleep dreaming. Patiently you have
waited the majority of your lifetime to meet the person of
your visions. You’ve once actually seen them in your dreams.
One evening, as unbelievable as it may seem, there they
are right before you. The two of you meet, forever so
briefly. Deciding too many others are interjecting, you in a
moment’s decision head back home. As you are about to climb
into bed to retire for the evening, someone, something calls
to you. The shore drawing it’s tide unto itself, you too are
overcome with similar determination to learn more about this
alluring individual.
You rapidly dress then cautiously speed back to the exact
spot you saw them last, only to find they’re nowhere to be
found. You methodically check everywhere and ask bystanders,
nobody knows a thing. No name, place of employment, phone
number, zilch!
You drive off with a saddened, weighted heart, though
deep inside you know both of your paths will cross again in
time.
You visit over and over the place where you met first,
last. The hours tick away to days, fading to weeks. Almost
kicking yourself for not doing something more, taking it one
single step further, finding out more about them when you had
the chance right in the palm of your hand. You come to the
realization you may never see them again, ever.
The fire of the candle is burning out to a pulsing ember
at the end of a frazzled wick. A last faint glow is to become
an extinguished wisp of a thread of smoke. Without warning a
waft of a gentle draft breathes life to the almost certainly
doomed cinder. A solitary spark endures, the candle sputters
and suddenly dances to life, once again flickering.
You look up to see whom you have all but given up on walk
into view. You waste no time making contact, whatever it
takes.
Little you are aware this obsessive, compulsive action
will make your dreams and nightmares become a screeching
reality. Strangers become friends and lovers. You’ll be going
on the ride of your life, will it come to an ending or will
it? Something you didn’t or couldn’t recognize or do anything
about even if you knew and tried too. You will be by then
forever changed, possibly even irreversibly damaged to a
degree or so. Something you won’t, no can’t rewind, turn off,
erase or ever forget even if you wanted to. You just can’t,
nor would you want to, though some may think it would be for
the better, including yourself.
Even now, though you are still in definite limited
contact, within that you know that the two of you will
convene again. You don’t know when. You have an idea where.
Though you most assuredly know it won’t be here.
Now imagine you want to wake up, you can’t… because it’s
not a dream at all…
Filled with the un-explainable. Spiritually, mentally and
magically enticing. Tender moments and laughs throughout. Now
all you have are the ashes in a miniature urn you wear on a
chain around your neck.
…and believe it or not, its all true!

“How are children supposed to survive life, if the adults
responsible for their protection are the very ones harming them?”

– Peter Louis