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I started writing on a new "novel"/story called "A girl called Dawn" at the moment, but I think maybe the name will change later when I have come up with a better one:) I've been considering lots of names such as "Strange girl Dawn" "The watch" "The girl in the photography"...But yeah I don't quite know haha " 

And to the left you see cover I'll perhaps use for the novel/story:) It is Dawn (or Davina which is her real name) who is the main character along with Taylor, whom she meets 1957 when she is 17 and he is 19. They both fall in love and slowly Taylor starts realizing that 1957 was not the first time he met Dawn.

Here below is an extract, and excuse me if there are some weird sentences and weird spelling mistakes, it isn't quite corrected yet... Kay, I'll give you the prologue:)

 

"I recall six years ago. I was only thirteen and I was lying on the big stone, Rocky grande, or more like hanging down from it very close to the water surface of the river some yards away from the house I had been born in and grown up in ever since. I liked to lie there and look for fish. I would hide my net underneath the sand in the water and lie very still, then when I saw the fish come swimming at it I would faster than the blink of an eye sweep it out and make them swim into it. I used to see my father do it just for fun when I was very little and when he was not home I would run down to the river and have a go myself. I never really got any good at it until some years later when I caught my first fish and took him home in a bowl filled with water. Father said I was being silly because fish is for eating and the fish I had caught was smaller than a thumb and certainly not worth eating. Though I never told him that eating it never had crossed my mind, I would look at him for a while thinking perhaps I could take care of him and call him Pinky for he was smaller than a thumb and more like my pinky but then I looked at him and he looked at me. I think he opened his mouth that way fish do and I thought he mimed “Set me free”. So then I decided not to call him Pinky for after all that was rather girlish. I ran down to the river again, took the bowl with me and then I set him free into the water. Since then I started catching fish, admiring them and then I would let them go again.  

However this very afternoon I was thirteen years old, lying on Rocky grande and staring down at the surface with my hand holding the net waiting for a herd of fish a bit further away to swim at me when I all of a sudden heard loud weeping. The fish scattered hysterically when I twitched in surprise. Next neighbor was miles away and we lived in the middle of nowhere on the countryside where no one hardly ever went except when they were lost. I stood up to see where it was coming from and my eyes spotted a white heap of blonde curls lying next to a bush some meters away from the river. I widened my eyes and took some hesitating steps towards the weeping. The weeping did not stop until I was standing not far away from the curly little thing on the ground. There was a faint gasp and a little girl who seemed to be around the age of six looked up at me with big blue eyes. She sat up, her curls standing out in every possible way and direction and her face blushed with glassy eyes and crystal tears on the cheeks. She did not say anything at all, she just stared at me for very long and then she threw her arms around me and hugged me with what seemed all her force. Me, who never had been this stunned before, hugged her back a bit awkwardly. “Hey, hey, take it easy.” I said when she sobbed a bit. “What’s wrong?” There was a fraction of a second and then suddenly the girl burst out crying again. “Heey heeey” I said without knowing what got me into this situation and what to do about it.
“The watch!” She managed to squeak. “It is broken!” I had never seen or heard anyone cry this much and the reason to why someone would cry this much was rather odd. I could not recall ever being that devastated ruining a toy when I was a kid, unless it belonged to someone else of course, like my father. I knew how mad he would be if I ruined any of his properties. That would make me cry.

“It is not yours?” I asked a bit carefully, trying to understand. The girl screamed and wept even more. “Hey!” I said “Hey, hey! Let me have a look! I am sure there is something we could do to fix it, please don’t cry.” Then she all of a sudden stopped, let go of me and looked at me with those big blue eyes.
“You must not tell.” She said with a silent, serious small voice. “It’s a secret no one must know. It is dangerous, grandfather said.”
I wrinkled my forehead in confusion and nodded after a while. Then she put her hand in a small pocket on her dress and took out a small silvery watch hanging in a neat metal chain and gave it to me. “Oh this looks old.” I said and looked at it, studying the small hands. They had stopped moving and showed that it was five o’clock which it had been half an hour ago. I was so concentrated on trying to understand how to make it tick again that I did not notice until after a while that there was a small line going around the big numbers which I had taken for a pattern before, but now when I looked closer I saw it was numbers. It started on 1000 and then there were many, many small numbers after that and at the number 1951 there was a small black dot. I raised my eyebrows. “What’s this supposed to mean?” I mumbled quietly. “No I think that is correct. It is year 1951 isn’t?” She asked and I looked at her and nodded with a puzzled face.
“Oh really?! Woah!” She said and smiled. “Yup…” I said knocked a bit on the watch and suddenly it started ticking again. “oh! Look!” I said and the girl’s lips split up in an ever wider smile. “Let me put it on the right time.” I said, looked at my own watch and put hers on forty minutes past five.

“There you go!” I gave her the watch and she took it.
“Thank you Taylor!” She said, smiled at me and ran behind the bush. I saw her feet behind it. “How do you know my name?” I went behind the bush to see her but she was gone. "