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Tales of Time Chapter ThreeTales of Time Chapter three
The next morning Salem rushes out of the house after going through her training which consisted of learning how to block a shield thrust. Salem stubbed her toe, cried, and Birdwing let her leave early out of peace of mind.
Salem runs as fast as she can all the way toward Tammy’s place where Salem loves to look at the flowers, antique decorations, Tammy’s smile, and Tobey’s cute face.
She slows down though when she sees there are a dozen of carriages outside the mansion.
She pushes past the smelly horses and crowds of Tatitans until she sees Tammy and Tobey standing in front of their house. She speeds up to meet them.
“Tammy! Tobey! Hi guys!”
Tobey walks away but Tammy, who is in her finest party dress, walks up to Salem and hands her a doll that the girls always play house with.
“We are all going to a circus show that my daddy owns. It’s the first year I can go! I’m so excited! We
Tales of Time Chapter TwoTales of Time Chapter two
6 years later
“Catch me if you can Tobey!”
A little girl runs across the garden from a boy whose gaining on her. She’s giggling compulsively until hands push her to the ground, cutting her giggling short.
“Oomph, ow hey I’m gonna tell mom!”
“I didn’t push you that hard, hey don’t be a tattle tale, Tammy come back!”
Tabatha or Tammy or Tam or Tam Tam ect, runs to her rescue and justice who is sitting on the porch of the mansion with Tammy's father.
“Mom, Mom, Tobey pushed me real hard, we were playing, and then he pushed me, and it hurt, and he make my dress dirty, and my hair messy, and my shoes dirty, and (gasp) he didn’t even say sorry, and…”
“Tabatha plesase, calm down. Oh my, your nice church dress (sigh) Tabatha…
“Tobey he, he….”
Mom: (calling out)
“Tobey don’t play too hard with girls, y
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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