The Omniscrolls

Hi. everyone. I won't be able to post anything on the blog today because I've tested positive for COVID-19 and can't concentrate to write. I hope to put Part II of 'A Legend Entrapped' next week.

Hi, everyone, My psychological thriller, 'The Shadow of Death', is on free promotion until February 1st on KDP. Synopsis:  When a series of murders rock a small town right after a similar case is closed, two detectives set out to track down an elusive serial killer leaving behind a trail of bodies in the woods. The killers share similar methodologies, but whether or not they are connected is yet to be revealed. Link:   https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Death-Sharon-Jansen-ebook/dp/B093LSHJJS/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=The+shadow+of+death+Sharon+Jansen&qid=1619816203&sr=8-1

  I was about to stop searching the book racks and turn around to check out when I noticed a book titled ‘King Arthur’. Sadly, it was exceeding my budget, so I decided to leave it behind; but, as I turned around, a voice whispered: “Look in your pocket.” I looked around and found no one near me. I put my hand inside my trouser pocket and found just the right amount of money to buy the book. “What’s happening here? Am I hallucinating?” I bought the book and headed home. My mom saw my face and asked what was wrong. I was hesitant to tell her what happened, but she persuaded me into talking. Mom said it was probably stress because of my ongoing exams. Later that night, I was studying maths when the book about King Arthur fell off my book rack. I picked it up and put it back in place, but it fell off the rack again after I sat at my desk. “What the hell is with this book? Is it cursed?” I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to pick it up again, so I just left it on the floor. After an hour, I was

I was walking by a thrift store when I noticed a beautiful vielle in the window. “I shouldn't get it; I need to save money for rent. But it’s calling out to me—I need to have it.” I couldn't resist the urge to purchase it. I walked inside the store, or rather, it was as if I was dragged in by an unseen force. Once I bought the vielle, I hurried home. As I sat on my couch and played it, I felt a strange feeling come over me. It was as if the vielle was enchanted. As I continued to play, however, the strings came undone. I decided to replace them, but first decided to clean the vielle; that's when I felt something plastered inside it. It was a strange coin with ancient engravings. Curious, and a little scared, I decided to talk to my former college history lecturer, Prof. Hughes, about it. The next day, I visited Prof. Hughes at his house. He told me to make it quick because he had a function to attend, but that rush vanished the second I pulled out the vielle from my bag. “W

It was around 4:00 pm when there was a knock on the door. “Anya, I think someone’s at the door,” my mom yelled from the bathroom. “Don’t worry, mom. I’ll check!” I said, rushing to the entrance. I felt the hairs on my back stand the second my eyes met with the visitor’s. “It’s time, Anya.” “My mother has been sick since you brought her back.” “I don’t recall you asking me to bring her back healthy.” I clenched the door and grit my teeth. Demons and their loopholes. “Oh, don’t worry too much. I actually have a proposition this time.” Those words made my skin crawl. “What do you want?” “I’ll let you keep your soul if you help me kill a reaper.” My eyes widened without me even realising it. “A demon wants a human’s help to kill a reaper? What kind of joke is that?” “It’s no joke. Your soul has a unique energy—one wrapped with energy strong enough to kill a reaper.” “So why not just take my soul like you wanted to and harness it?” “That energy cannot be absorbed once you’re dead; you have

  The new book arrivals were already at the store, and I was trying to fill one of the racks before customers started coming. My coworker Trish called in sick, so I was left to handle things alone. It was still pretty early, but a customer was already at the door. More started pouring in soon after, so I had to leave the rest of the new arrivals in their boxes and help the customers. At the end of the day, I locked the door and resumed the stacking. It was getting late, but I didn’t want to leave things for the following day. Once finished, I turned around to leave when I noticed a book on Joan of Arc glowing. Curious, I touched the cover, only to feel myself being pulled into it. Soon, I woke up face-down in a forest. A woman was standing before me. I quickly crawled back and stood up, looking around. We were alone. “Wh— Where am I? Who are you?” “My name’s Ariana; I’m your ancestor. You’re in Medieval France because I need your help to save whom you know as ‘Joan of Arc’.” “You’re my