I'm working on a Novel, the working title being "The Child on the Playground"
The genre might be classified as "paranormal fiction." It follows a troubled individual who has mystic abilities, but is frustrated that he can't use his psychic power to help himself.
Underlying this plot-line, the work explores a number of themes, including spirituality, relationships, and humanity's interconnectedness.
[Interrupted from an important trip by strange circumstances, Daniel finds himself following an enigmatic, ghostly child, through an equally enigmatic small town...]
He followed this road for some time, and eventually came to a very large school. It was a huge structure built almost entirely of small yellow bricks. A daunting feeling ensued as he approached the structure, which appeared to be a relic from decades past.
As he pulled up to a stop sign, a playground came into view, but no children were there. Everything both looked and felt surreal, as if he had entered some alternate dimension. Though his head was clear, it felt like a dream. What seemed strange moments earlier, now felt commonplace.
He pulled over, felling as if drawn by some magnetic force. Exiting the car, he walked toward the modern playground equipment, which looked incredibly out-of-place next to the antiquated school. After standing there a moment, he began recalling all the strange incidents throughout his life—those evanescent impressions seen from the corner of his eye. An epiphany occurred: The only reason these phenomena were so fleeting, was that he had not completely opened up to them. It all fit together.
A hint of the chills ran through his body, for the first time in years. The sky suddenly grew darker, though no rain clouds could be seen. Then, an apparition began to appear. It started as a bright, silver point of light, then expanded into a vertical line. It looked something like an old TV turning on. The line then began to unfurl, like a scroll, into a flat surface resembling a giant mirror, though no reflection could be seen.
Then, like an elaborate hologram, the “mirror” formed an image. It was this same place, but in the past. The modern equipment on the playground were replaced by a rusted swing-set, a broken merry-go-round, and a tattered see-saw. These long-forgotten archetypes seemed to beckon. Then, once again, Daniel saw the boy, who—this time—did not disappear. The boy appeared within the image-of-the-past, looked to be around six or seven, had light blonde hair, and was using one foot to draw in the dirt.
As Daniel stood there, entranced, unable to move, the “mirror” began to form an image. It was this same place, but transformed. The school, in the background, looked about the same, but the modern playground equipment was replaced by a rusted swing-set, a broken merry-go-round, and a tattered see-saw. These long-forgotten archetypes seemed to beckon. His thoughts raced, but he felt removed from them, dissociated from all but the true essence of his being. From this state, he watched his mind ponder this surreal experience. Then, superfluous thoughts vanished, as he saw the boy appear within the apparition.
The boy looked to be around six or seven, had light blonde hair, and was using one foot to draw in the dirt. More children began to appear. A familiar scene took shape, of children playing at recess. The boy looked happy, as he began walking around the outskirts of what appeared to be the designated play area. He gathered some small stones, sat down, and began placing them next to each other in the sand. After some minutes it became a cross between abstract artwork and an imaginary city. The boy smiled at his creation, looking as if he wished he could pick it up and take it with him, or maybe live in it.
Daniel then saw another boy, on the other side of the playground. This child had an embittered countenance, void of any youthful joy, as if he had long-abandoned his childhood. What should have been childlike bliss was replaced by a hollow emptiness mixed with anger. The child’s eyes embodied all that anger, and those eyes kept glancing at the first child. Daniel felt a sudden, sick feeling in his gut.
The images then began to fade. The mirror-scroll rolled back together into a vertical line, then the line grew shorter till it was a point again, and then, it was gone. Daniel had a feeling, however, such visions were far from over. It was now clear, the feelings he had while approaching this place were about this child. It was also clear, the circumstance that brought him here — his car losing power — was no accident.
But who is this child on the playground? Daniel asked himself.
He’s like a ghost, but one that doesn’t jibe with popular descriptions. Although… what does that even mean, right? Maybe this was how spirits truly appear. Or… maybe they appeared differently to different people!
Are these visions some kind of message from this ghost-of-a-child?
Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to work?
Along with the barrage of questions, and an overwhelming sentiment of “what the hell is going on?” there was something euphoric and exhilarating about the situation. Normal life had become stale, tasteless. This child on the playground provided a new sense of adventure and wonder.
Regardless, seems I finally have a practical use for these “mystic abilities!”
** If you're interested in this book, and would like more info, you can send an email to: firstname.lastname@example.org