Half Lies

Half Lies

The apartment, was filled with cheap student junk.  The top floor the window was slightly open to let in the fresh air in from the sweltering summer heat. Jenny was typing away on her computer to finish her, research papers into the paranormal and parapsychology.

The ability to fly.

St. Joseph of Cupertino

Feastday: September 18

Patron of Aviators, Flying & Studying

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Similar objections are being raised today, and will continue to be raised in the future. This is not surprising when you consider that various religious groups generally offer so called miracles as proof of the existence of God.

(Original Signed)

By Jenny Man

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Jenny just stared at the computer, trying to figure out why her work wasn’t sent to her professor for his first read. She didn’t want to see him after last Monday meeting.

“Why didn’t I talk to the police officer” she muttered to herself, as she once again saved her work to desktop.

The silence was suddenly broken. “I liked your idea, that the power of the mind is the controlling force.” A stranger male voice spoke behind her.

“How the hell did you get in to my apartment?” She went to grab her phone.

“Throw” it was like a command.

She turned and flung the phone at him, which missed and smashed in to the far wall.

“Sit” his tone was commanding.

She couldn’t get up for the office chair as if some force was holding here.  “Help” Jenny yelled at the top of her voice.

“Silence” Less than a second after the command not a word come from her lips.

There was complete terror, written all over her face. This person was dressed in a business suit, looking around 40 years of age. Medium build, then the persons face changed again to a young 20 year wearing a business suit two sizes bigger than his build.

“This is going to be hard to explain. Don’t you read your emails.” As he walked over to her computer and wheeled her to the side of the desk so he could get better access to her computer. Jenny couldn’t do anything but sit in her office seat and watch.

“Guess not it’s in the spam bin.” His tone was light hearted and controlled. As he started to call up her computer security codes, then selectivity started to delete items from the list.

“Where do, I start my story that is the hard part. Yes a coffee would be nice.” As his face changed again this time light brown hair as his body started to filled up the suit. He moved very gracefully to her open kitchen area and started going through her cupboards to find the coffee.

“In 8 hours I guess your new boy fiend is going to becoming around. Ow did I say fiend and not friend.”

Jenny couldn’t see this person face, at present unable to read his body language as she felt trapped in her office seat.

“Well thank your lucky stars I got here first, to save you.” His tone was very light and softly spoken.

Jenny could make out he was washing her coffee mug as the tap water was running from her small kitchen area.