"The life of Oren Hilton III did not start out tragic, normal or fairy tailed like. More like a Doctor Who mix with some sort of 'human' hint to it, but just not as interesting without copyright problems. Oh, how I love a original beginning, a good break from the rest" I said, leaning back against the ruins of what was once Wall Street. A cocky smile played on my lips and jeering tone within my words.
"Oh me? Don't mind darling me, I am not a very important character, tell you the truth, I am even part of the story! But you can call me I.S.S. And no, I do not assign In-school-suspensions," I let out a huffed laugh.
"I am simply here to help YOU navigate around the life of our dear time traveler Oren Hilton . Odd name, right?"Pushing off the wall, I took slow steps towards you, standing at a good 5'8" height and dressed in a well made red and grey tuxedo.
"To start off, Let me tell you that you should not copy my work, that is a big no-no or I will send a few of my big brothers after you. I claim every little bit of this story, except the cover, I photo shop it to make me look all prim and proper." I tapped the back of my shoes together in a cheerful bounce.
"If you want to fetch in a hand, go ahead! I am all ears, but just don't be rude about it, a newbie can take oh so much of criticism. Ideas would be nice if you are willing, I will make sure to dedicate and say in the beginning that it was from you." I gave a wink, another grin showing again.
"I have never met a reader like you before so don't judge" my hands go up in defence "Let me take you on an adventure with Oren the Third, a young time traveler who had one hell of an event that must be heard of! Must be fretted over, loved by, and rejoiced in when it ends!"
"but my first question is this:"
"Are you willing to read?"
YOU ARE READING
Gravity: Run
FantasyTime Travel is the last thing Oren will ever do, even if it runs in the family's blood. But his chances of avoiding it goes down the sink when dead time travelers start popping up everywhere.
