Ribbon in the Darkness

Ribbon in the Darkness - When a vital part of her twin goes missing, Rose must rescue him. With her cat and her journal, she braves a cold dark place, finds her twin and rescues other children as well.

A story of a young girl, a heroine - for the world needs more heroines. 

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Below is a taste of the story:

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The cat noticed it first. Rose realized that later. Previously it had been just something to rub against. Now, at odd intervals, she saw the cat staring at their large-screen television.

Rose noticed something also. She was sitting in her favorite corner with her journal. Her twin, "older by five minutes", Alex was watching television. Sorrow suddenly flooded Rose's mind and she almost dropped her journal. She jerked around. Alex was staring straight ahead, his body rigid, his eyes wide. She looked at the television. The screen was blank. Her sadness vanished.

She looked back at Alex. He was blinking as if just waking up. She asked him what he’d seen. He couldn't remember. Rose looked from him to the television. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But her heart still beat rapidly. She returned to her journal.

Later that week Rose woke late one night. She lay there, an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She slipped out of bed and tiptoed onto the dark landing. With each step, the bad feeling grew. Alex’s door was open. He wasn't inside.

She crept downstairs. Rose could see a flickering glow coming from the family room. Alex was there. She was certain of it.

Suddenly she was overcome with sorrow, like the last time. She screamed her brother's name and ran into the room. Alex turned to her, his face blank, expressionless. Then recognition returned. Rose heard movement upstairs, their parents.

She looked at the television. The screen was blank. Their parents arrived, demanding to know what was wrong. Neither Alex nor Rose could say. Alex didn’t remember coming downstairs, and Rose could only say she woke up feeling frightened. She saw their parents frown. Neither she, nor Alex, was known for sleepwalking, or telling lies.

Their mother looked at her father. He shrugged his shoulders. "Back to bed," he said. "Now."

On her way upstairs, Rose looked towards the family room. The cat sat in the doorway, watching her. Rose shook her head and went to her room. She lay in bed, listening for any sound before falling asleep.