A Magical Journey: Cleats
Part 4 of a Microfiction Series
"Ugh, I feel like I just got run over by an entire football league. In cleats."
The Many-Eyed Bouncy Things had returned, and the twins hadn't been so lucky in avoiding the stampede the second time.
Their companion, who had scaled a nearby tree faster than any of them had expected possible, missed her footing, and fell the last few feet. "I'm not surprised. Mass times Speed equals...?"
The other twin groaned, tring to brush off a faceful of dirt. "Force, which is why we're in pain right now. Thought the one good thing about alternate reality was no school..."
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Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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School is out for the summer & the kids are well into their alternative reality already!
Great stuff!
Nice one.