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So I started writing this story, the whole thing is planned out. It's going to be like 3-7 books long, depending. I don't want to give away way too much, so I'll just give you a little of chapter one.
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ONE
Nineteenth Street was a very unknown place, as unknown as its inhabitants and as unknown as its history. Yet another thing unknown was Nineteenth Street’s future, which, assuming time plays forward as I might expect it to, starts in a moment. But alas, time cannot go forward, for I must tell you. George and Susan Zureh were as you might expect someone who moves to this area of Florida; placid and slightly clueless. Nineteenth Street happened to home many teenagers and the like. Mostly yuppies, in other words, made the majority of the neighborhood.
As you might imagine, people swell and jovial like the Zurehs, were slightly disregarded in the place. But soon enough, the two would make history. One of these reasons might be that the Zurehs had clean records, not even a hint of speeding tickets. Susan and George also shunned the idea of sexual impurity, and this, Reader, is the greatest thing about them.
Driven by belief, they of course adopted their child, who they baptized Zaine. Zaine was the most normal baby in the world.
Susan and George were striding home from the adoption center with Zaine, the newest a newborn could be. The instant Susan brought Zaine through their threshold, though, the entire house rumbled softly, then escalated into a deafening quake as every glass rattled and every electronic wailed. Mr. George’s open briefcase shuddered and his paperwork escaped, flying around the driveway. The sky seemed suddenly iron gray. He fell to the concrete.
A bell pealed in the distance and-
The sky doubled back to blue and the violent earthquake ceased to exist. Mr. George stood up to see a boy staring at him from across the street.
This frightening scene happened fourteen ago, you should know. Zaine, fourteen years old now, will be on his reluctant way to high school in about a month.
So I started writing this story, the whole thing is planned out. It's going to be like 3-7 books long, depending. I don't want to give away way too much, so I'll just give you a little of chapter one.
Feel free to add why you voted what you voted. Be sure to use the poll.
ONE
Nineteenth Street was a very unknown place, as unknown as its inhabitants and as unknown as its history. Yet another thing unknown was Nineteenth Street’s future, which, assuming time plays forward as I might expect it to, starts in a moment. But alas, time cannot go forward, for I must tell you. George and Susan Zureh were as you might expect someone who moves to this area of Florida; placid and slightly clueless. Nineteenth Street happened to home many teenagers and the like. Mostly yuppies, in other words, made the majority of the neighborhood.
As you might imagine, people swell and jovial like the Zurehs, were slightly disregarded in the place. But soon enough, the two would make history. One of these reasons might be that the Zurehs had clean records, not even a hint of speeding tickets. Susan and George also shunned the idea of sexual impurity, and this, Reader, is the greatest thing about them.
Driven by belief, they of course adopted their child, who they baptized Zaine. Zaine was the most normal baby in the world.
Susan and George were striding home from the adoption center with Zaine, the newest a newborn could be. The instant Susan brought Zaine through their threshold, though, the entire house rumbled softly, then escalated into a deafening quake as every glass rattled and every electronic wailed. Mr. George’s open briefcase shuddered and his paperwork escaped, flying around the driveway. The sky seemed suddenly iron gray. He fell to the concrete.
A bell pealed in the distance and-
The sky doubled back to blue and the violent earthquake ceased to exist. Mr. George stood up to see a boy staring at him from across the street.
This frightening scene happened fourteen ago, you should know. Zaine, fourteen years old now, will be on his reluctant way to high school in about a month.
