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Julie
Julie
Julie
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Julie

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A young girl has been found in a valley swept clean by a flash flood. Her unusual manner of being educated has endowed her with unusual abilities. A doctor, obsessed with the thirst for power, seeks to gain control of Julie and learn how she is able to think as she does. The manner of her education is revealed to one that saves her from an unknown tragic fate.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDuane Ertle
Release dateMar 29, 2013
ISBN9781370923304
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    Julie - Duane Ertle

    JULIE

    Published by Duane Ertle at Smashwords

    Copyrighted 2007, Duane Ertle

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    Chapter 1

    Run Julie, Run

    The topsoil, it having been loosened by five days continual rain, became supersaturated. It could no longer support the weight of itself and remain in place. A large segment of Coal Ridge Hill began sliding slowly toward Willow Creek three-hundred feet below, gaining speed as it plunged unimpeded downward. Willow Creek had quickly changed from being a placid flowing stream into becoming a long series of descending rapids.

    Julie watched in amazement as the earth beside the outcrop where she stood began sliding past. Her attention had been initially drawn to the movement by a long sssssh sound as the earth first loosened and began moving. That was immediately replaced by grinding and snapping sounds as deep grown, large roots gave way, and sliding rocks and boulders began reducing everything to their lowest possible size. One-quarter of the ridge, much of it covered with large pine trees, slid into Willow Creek in a transfixing moment of time. As the mass fell downward and then slid across the narrow valley, Willow Creek was bottled up and its flow ceased. The newly formed rapids vanished, collapsing as though being deflated into the creek bed. Julie realized the torrents of water flowing off the conglomerate of many hills would soon form into becoming a lake behind the newly created earthen dam. Once the blocked water found a source of release, a fatal wall of water, trees, boulders, and mud would sweep down the precipitous, narrow valley obliterating buildings, life and her world.

    Knowing the disaster waiting for those below, she began fast-pacing herself while running along the top of the ridge. Being a quarter-mile away from home, Julie knew hers was a race against that of the intrigues of time as it competed against that of her will, which was demanding others should live. Could it be done? If she were to lose, others would pay off the debt.

    Pent up, swirling waters continued their fast-pace action within the dictates of the passing moments, gorging away the soft earth that lay around the edges of the earthen dam and then at the obstructions contained within. Minutes later and Julie could feel the vibrating earth as the feared transformation of destruction began taking place. Willow Creek blockage gave-way in an instant, tumbling over and over its own self. Its raging broad mass in form of a fifteen-foot tall wall of water mixed with grinding rocks, trees, and brown mud headed down the increasing narrow valley. A deep, mournful roar that announced its presence, sounding much like half-dozen old time freight trains lumbering along together.

    Shortly thereafter Julie found the downward trail, where at the top she accidentally fell in the heavy, slippery mud. A large patch of it, with her in its center, began sliding downward along the muddy trail; holding her tight within its sticky mass. They entered the valley opening together. The flood had passed. Its speed coupled with waters that had greatly risen, because of the valley becoming narrower in this section, had done as she expected. A cruel giant of nature had taken an eraser and rubbed out all objects along the valley bottom, leaving the bare starting of another composition of its own. One that consisted largely of mud covering everything, strewn boulders, and exposed creek bed. Struggling to her feet and looking further down along Willow Creek, she hoped for a sign of the five familiar houses among which she had spent her life. There was only a long, endless stretch of brown, it all having the same color as that in which she was standing.

    Even the entrance to their small mine, on the side of the opposite hill, had been vandalized by a fluke of nature, it having been stuffed shut by a large Pine tree being forced root-first into its opening. The tree appeared to Julie at that moment as one shorn of its branches, freshly painted mud, and growing in the wrong direction out the side of their hill.

    Whether due to weakness because of her continued, forced running, or perhaps it was shock setting in, Julie found she was having a difficult time in getting enough air while breathing. Bending over, she took as deep a breath as possible, and then fell headfirst into the thick, brown ooze. Had she been on level ground Julie possibly would have suffocated. Providentially, because of standing on an incline, when she fell her body rolled far enough to her left that an airway was left open and she would live.

    Minutes later, when on television floodwaters were seen spilling out from their valley onto farmland forming into the shape of an alluvial fan, someone remembered there was a small mining settlement along Willow Creek deep in the hills. Upon being notified, men of the State Police Helicopter Rescue Squad immediately started out, first locating the valley and then flying high above it in order to locate any buildings. A drizzle of rain still fell; the low floating clouds that often filled valleys at this time of year with their graying obscurity were,

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