Coming Your Way Soon: Dead Girl

They call the place where they are kept The Land of Odd, a school where, after having undergone the change, she and nine others like...

When time froze forever still

The day was 6 April 2014.

Just a normal day for many, but not for me.




Wisps, wisps, whispers of mist crawled on the ground.
Above, trees bare to the bone looked the same as the bodies below.
The first day, they came in their hordes, all dressed in black, with pallid white faces and red-rimmed eyes.
They cried, not for her, but for themselves.
Guilt over things that could have been said.
Misery about not seeing her again.
Sorrow for a life not long lived.
“Rest,” they said.
“In peace,” they said.
When they left, their footprints turned the soggy ground around the grave to pulp, but these lingered only for a while.
“She was always so afraid of the dark,” they said.
“We’ll leave a lantern for her,” they said.
Then they came in smaller groups, and held on to each other as they wept.
They did not stay long.
Things to do.
Places to go.
When strangers wandered past, they read the epitaph, again and again.
Counting on their fingers the years she had lived.
“Not long,” they said.
“So sad,” they said.
The sun shone and green leaves sprouted.
The wind blew and leaves turned to brown.
Snow covered the ground until only the lantern atop the gravestone was visible.
When the snow melted, water seeped through the wood of her coffin.
Then there was only one who still came to visit.
At first, he was tall and proud.
Then slowly, he started stooping, as if gravity had a pull on his forehead.
Lines edged their way across his face, every year a little more.
Until he stopped coming as well.
It was quiet then.
And lonely.
“Never forgotten,” they said.

© Lynette Ferreira

What readers are saying about: Would You Remember ME




What readers are saying:

This short story is actually a suicide letter written by a 15 yr old. I think every parent of a teenager (or even pre-teen) should read this. To me, this teen is giving you insight as to why she's chosen to commit suicide. I also feel as a parent, she's giving you signs to watch for in your own child. Parents, LISTEN to your children! Be aware of any change in sleep habits, school work, etc. To teens & adults alike: Like the short story mentions, " The darkest hour is always before dawn". When dawn breaks, everything can look so different. Ginger rated it at Goodreads

Wow! This was really deep and was a very touching little short story. Reading a 15 year old's suicide note is touching at the least but there were some parts in that letter that touched me to the bottom of my heart. This short story may not be a must read but if you have the time you should take a chance and just read it! Angel **Book Junkie** rated it at Goodreads

So relatable. I have to admit that when I started reading this, I didn't think it would be worth much. Fortunately I was wrong. The story was short but the emotions I felt from it made it worth the read. I'll give it four stars because of the length but other than that, I recommend that anyone thinking about suicide should read this. Allondra Pettway rated it at Goodreads

Wow! This really hit home for me. I had a best friend who commit suicide when we were just fourteen. I still think of her and wonder what she would be like or what her life would have been if she was still alive. This story definitely reminds me of her and what she'd been through and what we had been though...Love this story! Short but a good one. Ana rated it at Goodreads

What a touching story. I do hope that someone will take this message to heart. As the author says, "It's always darkest before dawn." Others do need to consider that what may seem trivial to you, can be devastating to another. Don't trivialize another's feelings. They are real. Elaine rated it at Goodreads

Great. It is so well written and it is a suicide letter. It is so sad but as sad as it is, it is a real life thing that is starting to become a more usual occurrence. The author is only 15. I am really looking forward to read some of her other books. Michael Ruff rated it at Goodreads

Just amazing I love it. I loved this book so much it was short but so meaningful I think everyone needs to read this I love it <3 Breanna zazel lehn rated it at Goodreads

short but sad. its actually how many people feel this was and rather just end their life. all they need is someone to talk too. Sasha Rivera rated it at Goodreads


What the story is about:

In this short story, the writer is fifteen years old, contemplating suicide. In her darkest hour she writes a letter.







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When it gets hard

And I wake up to a beautiful Sunday morning, all my troubles fade with my dreams just like the darkness of night. 



and although, I know Sunday's are for going to church, why go to a stark building when I could go out and see all the wondrous gifts God has given to me.


So it came to be, when we decided to go for a drive on a glorious day in May this year.



We (by accident) discovered the Causeway Coastal Route and I was astounded how utterly breathtaking the scenery is. How did I not see it before?



The horizon is so far, the sky so big. We saw mountains and waterfalls, cows and sheep. Large fields of Rapeseed Oil with its yellow flowers as far as the eye can see.



In Portstewart, we saw divers jump from the cliffs and into the water below. It reminded me a little of the Twilight books. It looked like a fun thing to do, but me with my fear of height would have to be pushed :o)



I always knew Ireland is a beautiful place, but with the long, dark winters, I sometimes forget.


The Vampire Pirate Saga: The Vampire Pirate's Daughter





What the story is about:

When Susie moves to a new country with Amanda and Shayne, she comes face to face with a boy whom she craves much more than just his blood. 

Then, one night after she is kidnapped, she cannot hide who or what she is anymore.

Despite her obsessive thirst for blood, they grow close, but Susie soon realizes the safest place would be to move back to the château in France with Amanda. 

Here she meets a rogue bandit of vampires, not accustomed to living in the twenty-first century, but when she gives her heart completely and utterly to Callum, he leaves the château.

Then in a violent attack, Susie is bitten by another vampire and she has to choose between being a vampire or human.


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Chapter One

THE MEGA CUP of coffee in my hand is cold while the sun shines hot down onto my shoulders. I put my feet up onto the supports of the chair across from me, and I keep my face in the shade because the brightness makes me pull my eyes together and it gives me a headache.
I have been lost in my own thoughts, dreaming of my past, for hours, looking absent-mindedly at the people walk past me. A million faces, all of them unfamiliar.
Then I see him and I sigh despondently while my eyes follow him sadly. His dark hair falls across his brow, and his eyes look at me, but they do not see me. He walks past me and toward the group of kids standing in front of the cinema. They greet each other laughingly. He must feel my eyes on him, as he turns and looks over his shoulder. I continue staring, but still, he does not see me.
Although I am only sixteen, I have never experienced romance. I have seen it many times, have experienced it through the people I see walking along a river, have longed for someone to look at me and know they only see me. Someone to whisper softly in my ear they only want me, and they love only me.
I have an instinct which tells me it would be great to have someone love me. I wonder what it would feel like to grow old. To be like the meagre mortals around me, to roll a die, to live on the edge, to be daring and know it might kill me. I have been around the world, have seen the world change, have had a million different hairstyles, fashions. I belong a hundred miles from anyone, but there is a yearning inside of me and I need to know what it feels like to fall in love. To tumble head over heels in love, and to have someone stumble for me. I wonder how it feels to love someone unconditionally as I have read so many times in books.
The server walks to me again and this time she smiles when she catches my eye. She has been around to my table a few times this morning, but I have ignored her on purpose.
I smile up at her now. “The bill please.”
She opens her leather folder and she places a slip on my table.
I lean down to get my bag, where I left it laying on the floor next to my table and I pick it up onto my lap. After pulling the zip open, I dig into the bag, which is hopelessly too big and impractical. Eventually, I find my handbag and then I take out a few notes and smile at the server who has stepped away. She comes toward me again and I give her the money.
She says friendly, “Thank you. Please come again.”
Smiling in return, I push the chair I am sitting on backwards and then I get up.
If Shayne could hear my thoughts now, not that he can, he would be upset. He loves his extended life, but I am bored and lonely. There is nothing I can do, nothing exciting. What fun is there in bungee jumping, when you know you would never die? Is the action of jumping down an impossibly high bridge with only a rubber band attached to the ankle, not ultimately, purposefully defying death?
I walk away to the parking area and toward my car. When I am close enough to my car, I press the button on my remote and I can hear the doors unlocking from a distance away—a loud popping noise. I get into the car and back it out of the parking spot. After I pay for my parking ticket, I drive the short distance home.
We live in a gated security estate. We moved here a month ago. After we came here on holiday, a year ago. The crime is so high and nobody seems to care if people go missing, it does not even reach the newspapers, so it is easy for us to maintain our lifestyle without suspicion falling on us too quickly. It is not so difficult getting what we need to sustain us in modern times. It used to be that people were more frightened and wary of strange things, but these days there are people who want to be like us. There are people who commit worse crimes daily. We kill for survival. There are those who kill for absolutely no purpose.
I stop in front of our house. It is a double-storey building and the neighbours live hopelessly too close. The spaces the houses are built in are limited, and sometimes I miss the wide-open spaces of long ago. Peering briefly into the large Koi fish tank standing to the left of our house, I walk to our front door, which has a large elephant carved into it. I push the heavy door open and I can hear the television on in the back.
I walk through the house toward the sound.
In the living room, I see Shayne sprawled across a chair. The large brown leather chairs are wide enough to sleep on and you cannot help it when your body naturally gravitates horizontally onto them.
I look at Shayne amused. Sometimes I think he is only fooling himself, saying he is still enjoying himself. I am sure sometimes though he must also feel that sense of purposelessness and now I can see the boredom on his strong face. He has a prominent nose, which he always refers to as his Roman-tic profile. His clipped reddish brown hair is short in the back and on the sides, and then he likes to gel the front so it looks like bed hair. I have told him a million times this has gone out of fashion, but he likes to say he does not follow fashion and he is a trendsetter.
“Where is Amanda?” I ask him.
He looks up lazily. “Didn’t you see her at the mall?”
“No.”
“She left about an hour ago, to go shopping. I do not know what she wants to do with more clothes.”
“You mean shoes.” I sit down on the single chair.
He is watching a National Geography show about sharks and I join him, but I only stare blankly at the screen. I have swum with sharks before, so the show is uninteresting. I know everything there is to know about sharks already.
I hear Amanda arrive, even before she stops in front of the house and I unfold myself from the chair, stretching my legs.
The many packages in her arms hide her when she walks into the kitchen. She near drops them onto the counter and then I start rummaging through the bags looking for a mini-size chocolate mousse container.
While I am looking through the bags, Amanda says, “Susanna! Stop that. Pack away the things instead of just pushing them aside.”
Usually, I am just Susie, so now I grunt and start packing it away. She is obviously in a foul mood. Shopping has never had a calming effect on her. She is from an era where food magically appeared on her plate, presented by servants.





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I know some of you are anxious to continue reading ForNever, and I am happy to announce Book Two in the series will be available on:



1 October 2017


We've decided to finish the entire series first before the second book is published, otherwise I get lazy and do all sorts of other things, like Facebooking, which means everyone would have to wait another half a decade for the third book :P

If you haven't read ForNever (Book One) yet (why not?) there are 100 free copies only over here.

The new covers are done - so now they match and (at last) they look like a series. 

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What readers are saying about: My Life Hereafter




What readers are saying:

This is a Young Adult / Middle-grade fiction novel that imagines a possible scenario of just what is waiting for us in the afterlife. When young teenager Sunel finds herself and sixty of her former classmates have died, she is initially in a state of shock. To make matters worse, she is the reason the bus crashed. This means she is the reason everyone is dead. As the shock wears off she finds herself in a world that is very similar and yet very different from the one she left behind. My favorite scene is when the teens are led into the Hall of Judgment and are told they will be called in one at at a time. Upon entering the testing room Sunel sees three doors.  "The first door says Recycle. Next to Recycle, there is Rehabilitation. And next to Rehabilitation, there is Rapture." I thought this was very clever. This book touches on many interesting and important topics. It is not often that you find a YA book that openly discusses the afterlife. It seems to be a topic that Young Adult authors do not embrace for some reason, and the few authors who do write about the topic choose ghost story-type tales.  Kudos to Author Lynette Ferreira for tackling such a controversial topic. This book also has elements of other issues important to today's youth such as bullying and peer pressure as well as taking responsibility for one's actions. With the variety of characters, readers should be able to find at least one that they identify with. I think that young teens and middle grade readers will enjoy this book and hopefully it will open up dialogue about the issues detailed in it's pages. 4 star review at  Amie's Book Review Blog

It was just one prank, on top of the many others she had already played in the past. One prank that she hadn't thought through, and caused the ends of many lives. Sunel was on a field trip with many of her classmates when she had the great idea to prank the bus driver. It was supposed to be harmless. Instead, it sent her and the rest of the kids on the bus to a place they hadn't known existed before. MistySpirit - 4 star review at Litpick

She only wanted to play a small prank. She never imagined what the consequences of her actions would be. Sunel is an average teenager that desperately seeks the attention of others. When a seemingly harmless prank goes awry, a school bus driving Sunel and her classmates dives off a cliff. Sunel wakes to a confusing afterlife where she and her classmates must learn not only to forgive each other, but to forgive themselves. jesusfreak - 4-star review at Litpick

This is an original, highly readable examination of life and death, with excellent pacing, and twists which keep the story vital until the very end. The story's protagonist, Sunel, pulls a prank one day on the school bus which plunges herself, and her classmates, into the hereafter, and, subsequently, a journey of self-discovery and realisation. It is a story which makes the reader consider life and its inherent frailty, and is written with great style and thought by the author. Marcia Carrington rated it at Goodreads


There were some very nice descriptions in this book that evoke a mood and various settings. Here is an example I thought was particularly visual. “Giant tears are running down her cheeks and her eyes are puffy and red. The rest of her face has gone pallid white, so now her eyes looks as if they are bleeding.” This book has some serious themes and ideas following on an opening tragedy. Despite that, the tone is somewhat cool and quiet. I owe that to the authors descriptions of the setting and environment the young people first find themselves in. The characters are varied and I think that teens will find someone to identify with. The ending is one that I believe will surprise some, but others may see it coming. I’d say it will hit 50/50. I think this is a book that young adults will enjoy and find creative enough to mention to their friends. I was provided this book free of charge in order to read it and write my honest review of the novel. Lilac Reviews rated it at Goodreads

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The first few pages had me gripped and I finished it in record time. Sunel and her classmates are on a school outing when the bus they were travelling plummets from a bridge into a river. All the kids realise they are now in heaven. The author's description of everywhere was intriguing. I wanted to read more all the time, so it was difficult to put down. There was also a lot of thought here and the seven deadly sings were all spelt out as the kids were sent into groups. Highly recommended if you want an entertaining read that will leave you thinking. Karen Mossman rated it at Goodreads

This book captured my imagination from the very first sentence. The characters are all together, but they don't know where. The main character Sunel, reveals the story from her perspective. She as the story moves ahead, is quite frankly not a very likeable character. I won't give away any clues, but once it is revealed what she did and why everyone is where they are - it is difficult as a reader to forgive her. However, as Sunel continues on her journey other sides of her personality are revealed and through the love of her friends and inner strength she is able to find redemption. This book also touches on some aspects of bullying, consequences for actions on both sides. Highly recommended! Cathy McGough rated it at Goodreads

What the story is about:

Everything is exactly the same as before that day which she can now only vaguely remember. 

The day her school bus ran over the cliff. 

The day she and most of her fellow students ended up here. 

The twins, Mark and David, were also on the bus, but David did not come here with them. David was sent across the valley to the other side. 


Mark convinces Sunel to help him find his brother, no matter what the dangers might be.


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CHAPTER ONE

It is oddly weird.

The one moment I am clutching to the railing of the bus seat in front of me, hanging sideways and upside down simultaneously, with my hair falling over my eyes and then in the blink of an eye I am standing here in this brilliant white hall.
I look around me at the unbelievably high ceiling, the white glimmering tiles all around, stretching into the sky as far as my eyes can see. It looks like an enormous and very clean industrial bathroom. The whiteness of it all hurts my eyes.
Unexpectedly Charlene knocks into me, and whispers reverently, “Is this heaven?”
“I doubt it. Surely, we would see a pearly gate, with hills rolling away into the distance. This looks like a giant railway station.”
“But, we did…”
Lionel joins us. “Wow,” he says, looking around amazed. “Do you believe this?”
I look away from him to a girl I barely know, she is crying softly. Giant tears are running down her cheeks and her eyes are puffy and red. The rest of her face has gone pallid white, so now her eyes look as if they are bleeding.
As a hush falls over the crowd milling around me, I raise my eyebrows at Lionel, silently telling him not to sound so excited.
Every kid on that bus with me, all sixty of us stop talking abruptly, all at the exact same time, and then we turn to face the large stage in the front of this colossal hall.
I see him up on the stage. How can I miss him? He has biceps the size of me. He stands erect, and he lifts his hand to sweep his hair across his brow. His eyes are so blue, I can see the colour all the way at the back here, where I stand.
In a loud booming voice, he says, while my heart skips a beat at the sudden sound, “Welcome. You will form groups of six.”
He stops talking and I assume it is a direct order.
I grab onto Charlene’s arm before someone drags her away from me. Charlene and I have been friends since pre-school and I am not going to go through this hallucination without her.
Lionel inches himself closer to me, and then I lean forward not wanting my legs to move. I tap the sobbing girl on the shoulder. She looks so alone, and my heart goes out to her when I see no-one grabbing onto her.
She looks at me through dew-dropped Bambi lashes.
I suggest, “Join our group. If you want to.”
She smiles shyly as she inches closer to us while keeping her eyes averted. I recognise her, and I think she was in one or two of my classes, but regretfully I cannot really remember her name.
“Okay, that makes four. Quickly get two more kids, before we get split up into other unfinished groups.”
I see Mark sauntering toward us and I quickly scan the surrounding area to see if David is with him as I nudge Charlene in the ribs. Charlene has a serious crush on him, and I must admit he is dangerously handsome. He is not the most popular boy in school, but to Charlene, he is an Adonis.
Mark smiles his sexy smile, and then asks, “Mind if I join your group?”
Charlene gapes at him while I frown. Never before has he spoken to me, Charlene or Lionel, so why would he now walk across the room to connect with us?
Lionel smiles. “Yes, of course. That makes five. We need one more.”
I look around and see the surrounding groups are all full. I start to panic. I do not think I would be able to do this whole afterlife thing without Charlene by my side. I catch my breath. Afterlife? I have not yet had the opportunity to collect my thoughts. Am I dead?







If I had to dedicate another song


If I had to dedicate a song to each one of my stories I would pick these. Some of these songs came out long after I wrote the words, yet I felt such a connection between the lyrics and the story.



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WOULD YOU REMEMBER ME: Would you Remember ME was inspired by a girl who took her own life. That week there was three suicides in the school my son attended. On the morning this young girl committed suicide, the DJ on the radio dedicated a song to her and, till this day, many years later, every time I hear that song I think of her. Although she made a decision on that sad day which she could never, ever take back, she became immortal to me. I feel a deep connection with her, even though I never knew her. We are somehow connected through that one song.






WILLIAM THE DAMNED: A deadly vampire should not fall in love, but that is exactly what happens to William. Terrified of being sent off to marry a man whom she has never met, Susanna boards The Majestic to travel from England to France. The attack on The Majestic was planned. Keeping Susanna was unplanned. Now, with a lady hidden in his cabin and a crew who is getting restless, William has a lot of decisions to make. Keep her or kill her?






MY LIFE HEREAFTERSunel had to get to the other side of fear to realise she is stronger than she thought she was. Everything is exactly the same as before that day which she can now only vaguely remember. The day her school bus ran over the cliff. The day she and most of her fellow students ended up here. The twins, Mark and David, were also on the bus, but David did not come here with them. David was sent across the valley to the other side. Mark convinces Sunel to help him find his brother, no matter what the dangers might be.




THE SHAPE OF MY SOUL: Growing up in a secluded castle in the Scottish Highlands can be lonely and Amber Belvedere yearns to feel normal. Her hopes are pinned on a fresh start in Edinburgh, away from her mist shrouded castle. When Amber discovers secrets about her heritage and her parents, she discovers she is the one who comes to her friends' rescue every time they are in danger. Her mother and father eloped, and now her grandfather is looking for her. He cannot bear the thought any longer that her mother swore fealty to another clan. Then there is Bradley Windsor, her best friend since they were little, but now he avoids her every chance he gets.







WHEN WE LOVE: Chrissie Taylor received a scholarship to The Christian Academy in Charleston. Vincent almost makes her forget her attraction to flirtatious, suntanned, blonde Johnathan who has most of the girls in school interested in him. To add to this, handsome Vincent's band has signed a record deal with a big producer and will be releasing their first single in the fall. All they need is a girl singer.





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