Long Pauses – Chapter Seven



Just a little peace and quiet was all she was looking for.

She hoped to get a break soon from her grueling schedule.

Performances, interviews, recording sessions, it was all about the music.

Rayne was taking the world by storm with her incredible voice.

She loved performing but was growing tired of the endless travelling and work.

She wanted to get away from it all and go back to her quiet life.

There were endless streams of paparazzi taking her picture day and night and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape it.

Her life had changed forever but inside she still felt like that tiny baby bird with a broken wing.


My Roar- Chapter Six



She made everyone around her feel with her voice.

They told her that she was special but she never understood what that meant. All she did was sing.

Her unique style and her voice brought out emotions in everyone who heard her.

So when the local talent competition came to town, her friends forced her to get up and sing.

She was so nervous. Her heart was beating in her chest and her breathing quickened.

But when she got on the stage, something special happened. He eyes dilated and her heart rate slowed down.

She took a deep breath and belted out a song that brought tears to everyone’s eyes.

It did not take long before the song went viral and it wasn’t long after that, that she was on the road to fame.

Rayne found her roar!


Mythical Man- Chapter Five



Rayne never knew her real mother who died right after her birth.

Pasha was a beautiful woman who had dreams of being a dancer in the national ballet.

She collected pictures of celebrities, hoping to one day live that life.

She would look out the screen door of her house dreaming of things that would never be.

Her mythical man that would take her away from this dreary life never arrived.

When Pasha found out she was pregnant, everything changed. Her baby would never suffer the way she did.

She would make sure of that.

 


Baby Bird- Chapter Four



Rayne loved to play outside.  She loved the feel of the sun on her face, to run through puddles after a storm.  She was connected to nature.  It made her want to sing.

She was only 5 years old when she found that tiny bird.  She brought it inside and put it in a small box to heal.

Rayne loved her parents, but she always knew there was something more.  She never knew about the adoption.

Nor did she remember the church, the ladies in waiting or the stained glass, only that she had a broken wing just like that tiny little bird.


Stained Glass- Chapter Three



The orphanage was full of children but this baby was special.

The name Rayne seemed to fit her.

Not just because of the circumstances, which brought her there, but because of her beautiful voice.

The ladies in waiting fed her and played with her more than the other children.

She always seemed to have a song to sing.

The colors as the sun would shine through the stained glass, would bring it out.

The soft cooing sounds that came from her were like angels crying in the wind.

 

 


She Sings- Chapter Two



The baby was tiny. She only weighed 4 ounces at birth. When her mother came into the church pregnant and dripping from the pounding rain, everyone stared. Why had they stared? Had they never seen a pregnant woman before? Her mother clutched the back of the pew as another labor pain hit and she couldn’t help but scream.

She had never felt such an agonizing stabbing feeling. The ladies in waiting looked over her as she writhed and twisted, trying to make the pain subside. Then she fainted.

When she awoke, she was cradling her tiny baby in her arms. The baby cried, little cries that sounded like music. She would never know that her baby would one day enrapture a generation.

They called her Rayne because of the violent rain that fell that night. The rain that felt like it would never end.

Tiny little Rayne was scooped up and taken to the nursery. Her mother could hear her singing cries as they whisked her baby away.

Rayne would never know the woman who gave birth to her that night, nor the man who helped to create her in a desperate attempt at a marriage.

 

 


Winter In July, Chapter One



She was fed up, done, finished. Time to leave. She pulled the small suitcase off of the top shelf in the closet and began to pack. Not everything can come, she thought. Only her favorite things would make the cut.

As she filled the suitcase, she felt the strength of motherhood growing inside her and understood. The baby, my only baby. She had to get away from this little house, a difficult man and a loveless marriage. He had left for the day and she knew he would be back. She knew this was her chance to get out.

She grabbed the scarf from the drawer, the orange one she had loved, along with a wad of cash she had secretly saved and walked through the small doorway for the last time.

She looked up to the sky. The clouds were growing dark and were ominously gathering around her.

She feared the torrential storm was on its way and that she wouldn’t make it on time for the last train to take her away.

She hurried along, holding her belly in a calming way so the baby would know she was there. She was there. She would always be there, no matter what, for this child.