As the Worlds Collide

The milk thistle tickles my body as the flowers blossom between my toes. The seasons are changing every 10 minutes. The flowers growing between my toes quickly begin to form into sand, falling from the shape of a flower to a dry bed of the sea. My feet sink in the sand, feeling the hot softness of this maze of summer. I begin to forget why I am here and not preparing, and now I remember. But you will have to read this book, to find out. I look up at the old clocktower above me as it ticks, tocks, ticks, tocks. It sounds like a typewriter going fast, then slow, fast then slow. A minute here, goes by in 1 second, followed by an hour, in just 60. And as the last word falls off the tip of my tongue, a leaf falls from the sky, followed by plenty more, which cover the sand, in it's rough texture. As the wind blows at 39 kmph, the leaves substitute the watching of the air, and blocks all sight, for a whooping 10 minutes. As the leaves grow fewer, the air clears, the winds slows down, and the leaves on the ground start breaking apart, as if there was an invisible 300 pound giant walking around on them. The crunched, crumpled up leaves sink deep into the ground, being replaced again, with grass. I look up at the blue sky, and see 1 snowflake, followed by 3 more, and I stop counting at about 7. The snow gets thicker, and the grass is glazed with what looks like whipped cream, but we both know it's not. The worlds will collide in a predicted 3 days time, just enough to get out of here. And by here, I mean Earth A.

Join Vendette MacFlame on her journey, fighting, loving, laughing, and crying with her homo sapien self.

Enjoy book 1 of the MacFlame trilogy.