I was scribbling with chalk, entranced in a spell and another portal opened. I was transported to world ninety two. I still haven’t found my way home, but have made several friends along the way. I’ve discovered several new sentient intellectual species, learned their language and technological advancements, and now a few of them follow me from world to world. When I eventually find my way back to Earth, I’ll have an army of aliens to advance the planet. World ninety two was mostly desert and behemoth sand worms. I’ll learn to ride them and take one with me.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Ooooo, this was so cool!