Megan Goes Hiking E-Book

Owen Jones

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 81

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In Megan Goes Hiking, Megan and her best friend Jane travel to St. David’s in West Wales to visit Megan’s grandparents and do some hiking around the local coast and countryside. Megan experiences feelings from the past, especially when walking through an ancient graveyard and standing in the mouth of a cave, that she thinks was probably used for smuggling and wrecking hundreds of years before.
The Psychic Megan Series consists of twenty-three novelettes about a young girl's growing realisation that she is able to do things that none of her family can. Megan is twelve years old in the first volume. She has two seemingly insurmountable problems. Her mother is frightened of her daughter's latent abilities and not only will not help her but actively discourages her; and she can’t find a teacher to help her develop her supernatural, psychic powers. For she wants not only to know what it is possible to do and how to do it, but to what end she should put her special abilities. Megan is a good girl, so it would seem obvious that she would tend towards using her powers for good, but it is not always easy to do the right thing even if you know what that is.
These stories about Megan will appeal to anyone who has an interest in psychic powers, the supernatural and the paranormal and is between the ages of ten and a hundred years old.
In Megan Goes Hiking, Megan and her best friend Jane travel to St. David’s in West Wales to visit Megan’s grandparents and do some hiking around the local coast and countryside. Megan experiences feelings from the past, especially when walking through an ancient graveyard and standing in the mouth of a cave, that she thinks was probably used for smuggling and wrecking hundreds of years before.

Leseprobe

MEGAN

GOES

HIKING

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © December 14th, 2014 Owen Jones

Megan Goes Hiking

by Owen Jones

Published by

Megan Publishing Services

https://meganthemisconception.com

The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

All rights reserved.

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Other novelettes in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and the Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To the Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan At Christmas

Megan Gets Sick

Table of Contents

MEGAN

DEDICATION

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

1 MEGAN’S BORED

2 THE TRIP

3 SATURDAY

4 SUNDAY

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

THE DISALLOWED

Other books by the same author

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can.

She does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

Believe not in anything simply because you have heard it,

Believe not in anything simply because it was spoken and rumoured by many,

Believe not in anything simply because it was found written in your religious texts,

Believe not in anything merely on the authority of teachers and elders,

Believe not in traditions because they have been handed down for generations,

But after observation and analysis, if anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, accept it and live up to it.

Gautama Buddha

––

Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me.

Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset.

May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

My thanks to the artist who did the cover for me, Jacqueline Chavarria.

If you want her contact details, just let me know.

1 MEGAN’S BORED

Megan was sitting in the garden with her parents one warm, sunny Saturday afternoon admiring her flowers and bushes.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I don’t have to go in next weekend,” she informed them. “Apparently, they’re repainting the Civic Offices over the next couple of weeks now that it’s quiet and Mrs. Williams’ office is being done next Saturday. So, lucky me, eh? Lucky old me! As if I’m not bored enough as it is with the school holidays, now I’ve got another day off as well.

“I really look forward to working with Mrs. Williams…”

“That’s not normally like you, Megan. You’re usually so enthusiastic, so full of life with loads of things to do.”

“Oh, I can find things to do, sure, I could write another article for my blog, but about what? I still have to write one for the S.O.S. Green Party, but that’ll only take an hour. I could go for a walk in the Park, but I already know the place so well that I could draw you a pretty accurate map of it from memory.

“I want to do something else, something new, something, dare I say it, different and exciting? Could we go somewhere as a family? Somewhere we haven’t been before?”

“Not next weekend, I’m afraid, dear. We’ve got maintenance too and part of my job is to archive all the old files we no longer need and update office software. I’ll barely have time to go to the Mall on Saturday afternoon…”

“I want to go on an adventure… perhaps yachting…”

“I can’t help you there either, I’m afraid. I don’t know anyone who owns a yacht, at least, I don’t think I do. I do know someone who’d take you fishing off the pier in the next town? He goes most Saturdays and catches quite a lot of fish if you listen to him. He’s a nice man and would show you what to do… and he’d lend you a rod. He’s asked me to go many times.”

“Er, no, I don’t think so, Dad. I don’t fancy the idea of spearing worms on hooks to catch fish and then killing them too, even if it is to eat them. It’s not my idea of fun… I’ve nothing against eating fish, I love it, but, I don’t want to be the one to catch them.”

“No, fair enough, it was just an idea. Now, let’s see, canoeing and rowing, eh? No, there’s nowhere around here, love. Nearest place is fifteen miles away. How about clay pigeon shooting or hang-gliding?” Suzanne looked at him disapprovingly. He got the message and modified his suggestions.

“They probably wouldn’t allow you to do that without parental supervision anyway and we can’t be there, can we, Suz?”

“No, we cannot, not next weekend, not ever!”

“Paintballing, go-kart racing?” He got another one of those looks from his wife. “Too far out of town, I suppose… I’m sorry, love, but you’re at that awkward age, where you want to do things, adult-type things, but you’re still too young to do them without one of us present and we can’t be there next weekend.”

“Yes, OK, I’ll go up to my room and do something on my computer.”

“OK, love, see you at tea time… perhaps you’ll have a brainwave while you’re surfing.”

“Mmm, pigs may fly too,” she mumbled. She had momentarily lost her zing. She trudged up to her room and sat on the bed with Grrr. “Grrr, what’s the worst age for a tiger? Is it early teenagehood like it is for us? Whenever that is for kittens… because thirteen is the worst age I’ve ever been so far.

“When I was a kid, I could play on the swings and slides, run about, laugh and scream and no-one cared, but now that I’m thirteen, I can’t go here, I’m not allowed to do this and I’m not allowed to do that. There’s absolutely nothing for boys and girls of my age to do.

“Two years older and you can do much more, another year older and you can get married, though I don’t want to do that yet, another year and you can join the Forces, and another year older again and you can do whatever you like, but at thirteen, you’re at the bottom of the ladder - the lowest of the low. It’s downright depressing…”

Grrr licked Megan’s right knee and then laid her head in her lap.

“Dad’s best suggestion was for me to go out and kill worms and fish with one of his friends, someone I’ve never even met! I know he means well, but really! I suppose I could write a piece on the subject and post it to my blog… and send it to Mrs. Williams to see if she wants one like it for her Party’s web site.”

She brought her laptop out of hibernation and checked her emails, while she marshalled her thoughts for her article. The emails were all junk except one from her best friend, Jane. It read, ‘Been trying to ring you, but I think your battery’s dead again. Pls recharge and phone me later. Nothing important, so no rush. Jane.’ She crossed to the bedside table and tried to switch her phone on, but it was lifeless. She was always doing that these days, she thought. She plugged it in and replied to Jane’s email, ‘Yes, dead, but on charge now. Will phone you after tea. Megan.’

She opened Word and went through the preliminaries, which usually put her in the correct frame of mind to write. She opened a new document and saved it with the title ‘Just What Is A Young Teen Supposed to Do?’ Then she checked that the formatting and metadata were right. She sat back in her chair like an artist admiring her work. There was nothing holding her back now but a lack of interest. There was also the fact that she would be called down to tea before she could finish it and she didn’t want that, so she picked up her notepad and pen, tuned the Internet radio to her favourite station, Radio One, and flopped onto the bed to plan her article and await her mother’s inevitable call to announce that tea was ready.