#HiddenPast

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The Vanished Bride Shaina Tranquilino September 16, 2024

The story of my mother’s disappearance had become the stuff of legend in our small town. She vanished on her wedding day, slipping away from the reception like a shadow, leaving behind a confused husband and a lifetime of questions. I was only a baby, cradled in her arms during the ceremony. For years, people whispered about her—some saying she’d run away, others that something more sinister had occurred.

Growing up, my father never spoke of her. The wedding photos were removed from the house, her belongings stored in dusty boxes in the attic. I was raised by my father and grandmother, two ghosts who pretended the past was a forgotten dream. But it wasn’t forgotten. Not by me.

On the day of my twenty-first birthday, I found the letters.

It was a stormy night, and the attic had always held a strange pull for me. My father was out of town on business, and the house was eerily quiet, save for the rain tapping against the windows. I climbed the creaky stairs and sifted through the old boxes until I found one with her name on it: Presley Beckford.

I hesitated before opening it. The scent of aged paper and lavender lingered in the air as I carefully pulled out an old bridal veil, brittle with age, and a stack of yellowed envelopes tied with a faded ribbon. They were addressed to my mother in handwriting I didn’t recognize, and each one was dated a week before her wedding day.

I untied the ribbon and began reading.

The first letter was brief: “My dearest Presley, I know you love him, but you cannot marry him. There are things you don’t understand, things that would ruin you if they came to light. Meet me at the old chapel before it’s too late.”

It was signed only with the initials J.H.

The letters that followed grew more frantic. Whoever J.H. was, they were desperate for her to call off the wedding, warning her of secrets hidden in my father’s past. He spoke of betrayals, of dangerous lies, of a promise broken long ago. I couldn’t reconcile the man in these letters with the father I’d known my whole life. But the final letter was the one that stopped my heart.

“Presley, If you go through with this, everything will fall apart. I have done everything I can to protect you, but I can no longer stay silent. I know you’ve kept our daughter’s birth a secret from him, but soon the truth will come out. Please meet me tonight at the chapel. This is our last chance to escape.”

I dropped the letter, my hands trembling. Our daughter? I was born before the wedding? My father wasn’t my father?

The pieces began to fit together in a sickening clarity. My mother hadn’t simply vanished on her wedding day—she had run. But not alone.

I rushed to the old chapel on the outskirts of town, my heart pounding. It had long been abandoned, overgrown with ivy and forgotten by time. I pushed open the heavy wooden doors, the scent of damp stone and decay filling the air.

There, in the flickering light of my flashlight, I found an inscription etched into the stone wall behind the altar: “Presley Beckford, 1972-1995. May you rest in peace.”

A chill ran through me. I knelt, brushing away the dirt, revealing a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside, I found a small box. Inside that box was a photo—my mother, standing beside a man who wasn’t my father. J.H., I realized. The letters had been from him, my real father.

I pieced together the truth that had been buried for so long. My mother had fled the wedding to be with the man she truly loved—the man she had already had me with. But something had gone wrong. Perhaps they had been caught. Perhaps my father, the man who had raised me, had discovered the truth.

And in that moment, I knew—she hadn’t just disappeared. She had been silenced.

The letters had led me here, to her final resting place, hidden in plain sight.

I left the chapel, the rain washing away my tears. The truth had been uncovered, but justice was still waiting.

I would make sure it found its way.

[rogerrcoyle]

torn and thrown away

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Blue Wings manga - author: Xu Lu Ako

[trishfullertonwriting75]

Flight Of Fate - Chapter One - Crash And Burn (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/FTzW55DSt3 Kira boards a flight heading home after a business meeting. What appears to be a routine flight ends up having a catastrophic accident, resulting in the most harrowing, life-changing events she could ever have envisioned. A blonde-haired saviour rescues her and becomes her pillar of support as she struggles to find her bearings, and one thing leads to another before they are cruelly torn apart. One year later, and Thranduil is beside himself with grief over what happened during the flight, but more so the aftermath. His heart is aching for the love he found and lost within a matter of days, and his life has ground to a halt as he tries to function. Out of the blue, Kira walks back into his life, but panics and vanishes. As he tracks her down, he is confronted with the biggest shock of his life. But Kira's hiding something. And that something is going to put a black cloud over everything as Thranduil fights to uncover her secrets and protect her from an enemy that he can't see.

[piecesofachaoticmind]

Angels of Eden (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/aMaYGrbXE0

In the city of New Eden, there is only one punishment for crime. Death.

So when young pickpocket and thief, Joey Matthews, becomes too eager in hopes of a score large enough to see himself and his twin sister through the winter, he finds himself a target for the the city's enforcers - the Angels of Eden. Except it is not death that awaits him and as he is unwillingly dragged into a rebellion he wanted no part in, secrets and truths begin to emerge that have Joey questioning everything he knew about himself and the city he lives in.

Unable to return to his life of ignorance, Joey must take control of powers he didn't even know he had or risk becoming another puppet at the hands of the dangerous Father Michaels.

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Secret Secrets Hurt Someone - Pieces of Her

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This is available in the UK, in paper and digital, this mk th. Three great books by #helenlaceyauthor #natalieandersonbooks #lizfielding #stayinghomeisthenewgoingout #readingromance #feelgood #sizzle #hiddenpast #amreading #letstalkromance #millsandboon (at East Grinstead) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9ykcYGA0os/?igshid=q4m9o434sds7

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This makes me smile so hard. 😄😃🤣😁😁😍😅 Cutie. #throwbackthursday to 1986 (must be that year, because she looks like she is pregnant - Condola/ @dolabunny on the way) when Phylicia Rashad were in a commercial of Oreo (@oreo). 🍪😉😆 #thursdayfun #funfact #tbt #throwback #80s #commerical #oreo #smile #fun #funnystuff #backintheday #phyliciarashad #cookie #actress #cutie #sweet #thingsthatgetmethroughtheday #joy #sillyface #pregnant #babyonboard #thursdaymotivation #hiddensecrets #boss #gultypleasure #vintage #rare_footage #adventures #hiddenpast

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https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08923F7ZH/ref=cm_sw_r_apa_i_jSE1EbD4BAFS7

Hope has the perfect life until tragedy strikes.

From her darkest place she embarks on a journey to rediscover her secret past.

Follow Hope on her emotional journey into the past as she discovers the truth about her pretty home town in Cornwall.

But is the truth more painful than the lie?

#book #meme #teacher #love #ChasingButterflies #cornwall #loss #hope #miscarriage #babyloss #hiddenpast #newauthor #mystery #lovestory #secret

I decided to self publish after all.

I'm really nervous about announcing this like this, but I've worked hard on my book.

If you have kindle unlimited you can read this free.

If you read the book please leave a review.

If you have feedback please message me.

Thank you x

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The Clockmaker's Secret Shaina Tranquilino September 5, 2024

The scent of polished wood and the ticking of countless clocks filled the air as Samuel Delaney stepped into his father’s workshop. The room was a symphony of time, each clock contributing its own steady beat to the overall rhythm, a chorus that had been the backdrop of Samuel’s childhood.

His father, Elias Delaney, was a master clockmaker, known throughout the region for his precision and skill. People came from miles around to have their timepieces repaired or to commission a custom creation. But there was something else about Elias, something unspoken, that had always shrouded him in mystery. It was in the way he would sometimes disappear for hours into the depths of the workshop, leaving Samuel to tend to the customers. When questioned, Elias would offer a quiet smile and a vague explanation about delicate work requiring solitude.

Samuel, now in his twenties, had begun to take on more responsibilities in the workshop, his own hands becoming adept at the delicate work of clockmaking. Yet, his curiosity about his father’s secretive behavior had grown over the years. One day, when Elias was out running errands, Samuel found himself alone in the workshop, the ticking of the clocks more ominous than usual.

He wandered through the familiar space, his fingers brushing over the worn surfaces of workbenches and tools, until he reached the far wall. Here, a large, ornate grandfather clock stood sentinel, its polished face gleaming in the dim light. It was a magnificent piece, one Elias had always been particularly protective of, discouraging Samuel from tampering with it.

But today, something was different. Samuel noticed a faint scratch in the wood at the base of the clock, a detail that seemed out of place in the otherwise immaculate workshop. Curiosity piqued, he knelt down to inspect it more closely. His hand traced the outline of the scratch, and to his surprise, the base of the clock shifted slightly.

With a mix of apprehension and excitement, Samuel pushed harder, and the clock swung away from the wall with a soft creak, revealing a narrow, hidden door behind it. His heart raced as he reached for the brass handle, a hundred questions swirling in his mind. What could his father possibly be hiding?

The door opened into darkness. Samuel hesitated, then reached for a lantern from the workbench and lit it. The warm glow revealed a spiral staircase descending into the unknown. Gathering his courage, Samuel began his descent, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.

At the bottom, he found himself in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with old, dusty books, strange mechanical parts, and objects Samuel couldn’t immediately identify. In the centre of the room stood a large worktable, its surface cluttered with blueprints and tools unlike any Samuel had ever seen.

But what caught his attention most was the large, intricately designed clock dominating the far wall. It was unlike any clock Samuel had ever encountered. Its face was covered in mysterious symbols, and its hands moved in erratic patterns, seemingly disconnected from the normal flow of time.

As Samuel approached the clock, he noticed a leather-bound journal lying open on the table. He picked it up and began to read, the words revealing a story he could hardly believe.

The journal detailed his father’s secret life as a member of an ancient order of clockmakers, guardians of time itself. They were not just craftsmen but protectors of the very fabric of reality, ensuring that time flowed smoothly and without disruption. The strange clock on the wall was no ordinary timepiece but a device capable of manipulating time, a tool his father had been tasked with safeguarding.

Samuel’s mind raced as he read about his father’s adventures, battles fought in the shadows to prevent those who would misuse the power of time from bringing about chaos. But there were darker entries too, hints of a betrayal within the order, and of a looming danger that had driven Elias to hide the clock and its secrets.

Suddenly, the ticking of the mysterious clock grew louder, more insistent. Samuel looked up just in time to see the hands of the clock align, and the symbols on its face begin to glow. The room around him seemed to warp, the air thickening as if time itself was being distorted.

In that moment, Samuel understood the true weight of his father’s burden. Elias had been protecting not just the town or their family, but the entire world from forces that sought to unravel time itself. And now, with the discovery of the hidden room, that responsibility was falling to Samuel.

As the clock’s ticking reached a crescendo, Samuel felt a strange sensation, as if he were being pulled in multiple directions at once. Then, with a final, deafening tick, the clock stopped, and the room plunged into silence.

When Samuel opened his eyes, he found himself back in the workshop, the hidden door behind the grandfather clock sealed once more. The journal was still in his hand, its leather cover cool against his skin. The clocks in the workshop ticked in unison, the familiar sound somehow comforting amidst the unsettling revelations.

Elias returned later that day, his face betraying nothing of the extraordinary events that had transpired. But when Samuel handed him the journal, their eyes met, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between father and son.

The clockmaker’s secret was now theirs to keep, and the duty to protect the flow of time had been passed on to the next generation.

Samuel knew that his life would never be the same, but he also knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge his father had fought so hard to preserve. The legacy of the Delaney clockmakers would continue, and with it, the world would remain safe from the unseen forces that sought to unravel it.

[froggosinanotheruniverse]

here is a part of Damion’s life.... Damion is the one one the right , but who is the mysterious one one the left????? 

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The Naked Kiss.  1964.  director Samuel Fuller. 

"Fuller gives us an ugly, tawdry America hiding its guilt under a surface of normalcy." - Sean Axmaker, Parallax View

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Strik a chord #hiddenpast #westbank #moldy #forgottenpast #lost #urbex #urbextheworld #urbanexploration #urbanexplorer #decay #urbandecay #organ