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Tales of Time Chapter Twelve“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!” I scream
He sits up straighter and opens his mouth to speak, then frowns and gently pushes my swords to the side out of his face. I suddenly feel I have lost all power so I just glare at him.
He smiles with an odd look in his big eyes and puts his hand out toward me and says.
“You can call me Levi.”
Falling out of the Nest
I stare at his outstretched hand until I feel something push me to the side. The guards have finally come (where were they all this time?) and they crowd the intruder. They also point me in the direction of land and try to take my weapons, but I push through them heading toward land feeling a bit light-headed.
"Tam! Tam! Tam! Ohmygosh I'm so glad you're still alive. You could've been killed honey! I just about had a heart attack!"
Miss Molly comes running up to me yelling but I just feel numb. I can hear what she's saying but it's not registering. I look around and see pe
Tales of Time Chapter ElevenThe Party Crasher
(4 years later)
“Oh Tam aren’t’ you excited? For the past month I’ve seen you standing there with that dress and now you can finally put it on! Do you want help with it?”
Oh Miss Molly, she’s just too kind! I smile at her and reply “Oh sure, I’ll probably need help.”
Well I’m standing here in front of the mirror just staring at myself as Miss Molly tightens the ribbons about me. I feel….strange.
I feel as if I’m looking at someone else, a complete disconnect from my life right now. I feel as awkward as I felt the day of the fair where I took last place for my cooking. But I digress.
You know for the first time in years since I ran to this village of Thousa from the men who just about kidnapped meandsentmeintothishellholeofdepressionsinceIwitnessedthemmurderingmyfriendMaryand….(Gasp)… I just feel out of place.
Miss Molly was warm hearted enough to take me in after
Tales of Time Chapter EightChapter Eight
Tam is twitching and crying compulsively. She is breathing/choking in short annoying gasps like “hip, hip, hip, hhgh, hae….. gasp, hip, hip, ahh.”
The traveling carriage driver is awkwardly looking back at her as he drives, wondering if he should say anything to the hyperventilating teen.
Tam is shaking her leg hopeing that her constant movement will make the carriage go faster. She can’t believe her best friend Salem was taken by aliens or something out there.
She should’ve never left her house today. First, she was humiliated by her first date and now her best friend is gone and probably dead.
She would so bet money that this day couldn’t get any worse.
She’s embarrassed about crying in front of people on this carriage since she’s so noisy and she has snot coming out of her nose, but has no handkerchief. Well at least she can’t see their faces through the tears blurring her vision.
After a few
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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