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Here is a sample of my new book I am writing. You want to know more about me, this is it ;)
Chapter One: The Fifth Child
The dawn light of early June poured through the wide, square-paned windows of Corner Brook General Hospital, painting the maternity wing in shades of honeyed gold. The linoleum floors, polished to a clinical sheen, glimmered with streaks of sunlight that reached toward the nurses’ station, where enamel mugs of Red Rose tea clinked faintly as the night staff surrendered their posts. Beyond the glass, the town stirred awake: the Humber River still lifting its gauzy shawl of mist, gulls wheeling raucously over the harbor, and the low, relentless thrum of the Bowater paper mill rising like a second heartbeat for the entire valley. That sound was never absent in Corner Brook—steady, industrial, a reminder of wages earned and bills paid, of shifts that defined the rhythm of families’ lives.
Out on West Street, shopkeepers would soon be lifting their shutters, and somewhere a Centennial flag—bright red maple leaf against crisp white—fluttered in the early breeze, part of the year-long celebrations of Canada’s hundredth birthday. Down in the yards by Broadway, the train line sat quiet, though its whistle still echoed most mornings, even as talk spread that the new Trans-Canada Highway, finished just two years earlier, was beginning to make trucks and buses the future. But for now, in that early hour, Corner Brook seemed to hold its breath, the town balanced between sleep and work, history and change, as inside the hospital a new chapter for one family waited to begin.
Violet Simms gripped the bed rails as another contraction swept through her, fierce and consuming, a squall racing across Bonne Bay. At thirty-four, she had weathered storms and borne children, but each birth carried its own weather, its own treacherous tides. Her breath came ragged, short and shallow, as perspiration traced hot rivulets down her temples, dampening the edge of her hair. She thought fleetingly of the Humber River thawing each spring, breaking its ice with sudden violence—unstoppable, unmerciful, and yet part of the cycle that kept life moving.
Awesome mate, stay motivated and keep going! !vote
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awesome, then I will put a little more out in that thread ;)
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