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Tales of Time Chapter ThirteenWolves in Space
"So would you ever want to return to the world below? Even after you've accomplished all this?"
I know that I want to blurt out "yes!" but I just lean back and act like I'm in deep thought.
My name is Salem, I am 18 years old and I am a Sheena Shavana Wolf. I believe we have met before, I was Tam's best friend when we were just children. Well, I still like to believe we still are best friends but I do not have the ability to return to earth where she lives. You wanna know why? It's because when we were in the desert one day, I was abducted by Martians. Bet 'ya can't say that everyday.
I lived with my adopted mother Birdwing (if you can call her a mother) when I was on earth and she would always hint that I was different from the other kids. Not the whole, you are different because you like to put you earwax in your nose kinda different, but the different that was, I always could run three times as fast as other kids, had a better sense of smell
Little Boy Scoutcracked,old knees
floor stained by broken leaves
eyes looking up to the dark
tears race down toward their mark
knees crash and shatter out
man in uniform turns about
leaving the one who can only shout
to the Devil
for taking his little Boy Scout
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
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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