Welcome to the Kent Chronicles

The Kent Chronicles is a fantasy city based on the city of Edmonton. The people you hear from here are in no way connected with reality. If its the case, it's coincidence. Some places are linked, but they are renamed and "relocated" to preserve the identity of the building. The events and people are purely fictional unless its a world event that they might comment about. (c) June 2013 Michelle Earl All rights Reserved

About Kent Chronicles

My name is Michelle, and I have known of Kent for about a year now. Kent is a magical place which incorporates elements of fantasy into our everyday world. Some people would call it an "Urban Fantasy", and that's ok. You will see the diary of various people in Kent. I have tried in various ways to start this story, and there are so many ways to "chronicle" this city, that I thought the best way to do so was to do it through people's diaries. I have written some short stories, but this is the best. Please feel free to interact with the characters. For now, you will meet Mary Anne DeRoss, Greg Rael, and Ina Lyn. The date is April 1, 2013. I have tried to start the chronicle at "today's date" only for today's date to slip away. This is when I started it, so we continue on. Chronicle entries will come once a month or sooner if they are ready.


Michelle Earl

Thursday, June 27, 2013

They're Gone! Blogger: Mary Anne DeRoss

Date:  April 1, 2013
Time:  10:00am
Dear Diary,

"Miss?  Miss?"

"Hmmm?" I groaned and opened my eyes.  An elderly lady was shaking me awake.  She had been sitting across from me.  She was leaning across my backpack and smiling. 

"The driver said to wake you dear.  We're almost at our destination." She slipped back into her seat.

"Thank you." I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes, "I'm so tired."

"You do look tired dear." She nodded.

I nodded, not knowing what to say.  I sat up straighter in my seat and looked around.  Gone were most of the people who were supposed to be getting off with me; there were only three people, not including me.  "Where is everybody?"

"Pardon me dear?" I gazed around at each of the chairs in turn. 

"There were at least fifteen people on the bus, including us.  As far as I know, they were all destined for the same place as far as I knew since Edmonton was the last stop." I could feel my face coloring as I frowned.  I began to panic, "Where are we?"

"You must be mistaken dear." She smiled as the bus rounded a corner into the downtown core.  Everything seemed right, yet something was different too.  I couldn't put my finger on it. 

I shook my head, "I don't think I'm wrong, but I'll leave it for now since we're so close.  By the way, I'm Mary Anne DeRoss."

"I'm Vera Komax." She held out her hand and I shook it.

"It's nice to meet you." I shook her hand and smiled.  I liked her.  She reminded me of the mother of my employer who I was running away from.

The bus rounded a corner and finally pulled into the stall designated for it.  I sighed.  Now I would find out what was going on.  The bus slowed, and we exited the bus with our carry-on baggage.

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Note:  Diary, this is the first time I have remembered events so clearly.  How is that possible?  I remember even the dialogue!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Friendly Faces Blogger - Marry Anne DeRoss

Date:  April 1, 2013
08:30
Dear Diary,

I am on the bus, and I am thankful for the driver.  He is friendly and nice and said he would let me know when I would reach Edmonton.  The woman across the isle from me said she would as well.  I talked to her for a while.  She told me she had been visiting her son in Calgary.  I told her that was nice, and that I was going home to my mother in Edmonton.

"I'm sure she'll be glad to see you." She smiled as the driver started the motor and pulled out of the driveway. 

"Yes, she's looking forward to seeing me." I returned the expression, but in reality, I wondered if the family would really be glad to see me.  I hurt them pretty badly, especially mother.  I didn't tell her that as I observed the woman dressed in a blue jacket and hat and grey pants. 

I knew it would be a while before we got to Edmonton, so I tried to get some rest.  It wasn't long before I was asleep.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Where am I going? - Blogger Mary Ann DeRoss

Date:  April 1, 2013
Time:  8am
Dear Diary,

I am frightened.  I have just rolled my two wheeled cart and my only suitcase from the subdivision I had been living in since I was nineteen years of age to the town of Devon; it took all night, and there were a few touchy moments where I thought people were going to do me ill will, but I finally made it.  I am going to Edmonton; I am going home.  Mother said she would gladly have me home even after the way I treated her and Father, so home it is, even though it means going under her thumb for a while until I get my feet beneath me again.  I am going to be glad to see them.

I wrote to them both a week ago stating my plans, and they encouraged me to find a way to get to Devon without the aid of walking, or hitch-hiking.  I scoffed at the idea because I knew people would let him know.  They even offered to come, but the family's schedule is so hectic that I didn't know when would be the best.  I knew I was taking my life into my own hands, but I couldn't think of another way.

It took me several days to do this, and I know people were looking for me because I could hear people calling for me during the day. I found a place each time that kept me from the searchers.  The Lord only knows how I did it, but I did.  I walked during the night.  I was stopped several times and asked if I wanted a ride.  Now I'm in the bus depot and have my ticket in hand.

The bus is finally here.  I'm getting on.