Amy and Fin haven’t the first idea about their special genealogy and powers. They only know about the weird dreams... After Grandad Joseph’s accident, the twins are called on to command their capabilities – faster than yesterday, and sooner than tomorrow...
After all, Joseph’s held the family unipath mantle far too long, and it’s time to be handed down. Come enjoy Amy & Fin’s snap-shot introduction to the world of time-travel on their first cool adventure, through the Human Interstellar Portal
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Chapter one: Money’s tight
Marta reluctantly put another stale crisp into her mouth, pulled her face and shifted on the sofa as Talla watched her every move. “You want one hound? Here, take the whole packet, their yeuch!” She exclaimed ripping the bag wide open and placing it on the floor for the dog then turning her attention back to the TV screen as the back door opened with a bang.
“Kids, is that you... how was the film?”
“Yep, it’s us,” Fin muttered.
“Amy, put the kettle on for me would you?” she asked, now crunching into an apple to rid her mouth of the horrible crisp aftertaste.
“Ok mum,” Amy shouted from the kitchen.
“The Batman film was great Mum, he won the fight because Superman’s a big wussy pants. Marcus and Harry wanted us to go with them for a burger, but Amy said to leave them to it? Hey Amy, get me some pop too. Have we got any pop mum?”
“I don’t like burgers,” Amy added as Fin jumped on the couch beside his Mum.
“There’s no pop left Fin – you drank the last of it. There’s council pop in the tap though.”
“Just boring water? Tut, no thanks, I’ll pass on that. What’s this rubbish anyway?” he asked looking at the television screen.
“Rubbish?” Marta exclaimed with a frown. “I grew up watching great stuff like this.”
“Great? Its ancient mum, it’s not even got any CGI?” he grumbled. “Oh, by the way, Marcus is going to Spain next week for the Easter school holidays,” he hinted.
“CGI wasn’t even invented when I was your age Fin,” Marta replied, ignoring his reference to ill-affordable foreign holidays.
“Not very futuristic either? That robot’s not a patch on the Transformers. There’s never anything good on this telly?”
“I can’t do anything about that Fin.”
“You said you were going to get us digital television? Harry said there’s loads of great stuff on that.”
“I know I did, but we don’t have digital TV money Fin,” Marta explained as the room suddenly plunged into darkness.
“Oh, great. We don’t have anything at all now,” she saddened with a gulp.
“The electric’s gone again?” Fin complained.
“I’m afraid so. It’s a good job I remembered to put five pounds on the pre-pay card today. Sweetheart, would you get the card from my purse on the kitchen table?” Amy ran her hand across the table in the dark.
“I can’t feel a thing — oh here it is,” she explained clicking open her mum’s purse.
“I’ll get the torch for outside,” Marta groaned, climbing from the sofa as Fin crossed his arms with a sigh, listening to Talla still crunching on the crisps in the dark. Marta grabbed the torch from above the sink, as Amy handed her the card and she trudged unhappily to the front door knowing the card meter was outside, fixed to the gable-end wall. “Hope it’s not raining out there,” she sighed as she disappeared.
“Hey big mouth,” Amy whispered in anger, pushing hard on Fin’s shoulder as he walked into the kitchen. “Stop being a pain and wanting this, and that or the next thing all the time. There wasn’t a penny in mum’s purse. Nothing except discount cards. Not a bean. She must’ve given us her last ten pounds to go the pictures, I feel so guilty.”
“I don’t care Amy, it isn’t fair,” he grumbled.
“Oh, stop complaining Fin. I don’t even care what stuck-up Marcus said either,” Amy interrupted, pushing him again. “His parents are rolling in money and mum’s on her own. It’s you who’s not being fair. Mum works so hard and —” she stopped talking as the lights flicked back on and the door closed with a thud.
“Now stop you’re whining, and giving Mum a hard time, you know she’s always working,” Amy whispered.
“Well?” he grunted, folding his arms with justification as Marta walked back into the room.
“Hey, you two. I was speaking to grandad Joseph the other day and he said he’s almost finished his latest project and will have some free time soon so how do you fancy a few days in Orkney next week if I can get cover for the flower shop?” she asked looking at Fin’s grumpy demeanour. “It won’t exactly be Spain, but it’s all we can afford at the moment. It’s better than nothing,” she assuaged. “What do you think?”
“That’ll be brilliant mum, won’t it Fin?” Amy replied, giving him a threatful look.
“Yeah, yeah – whatever you say. I’m going upstairs to my room.”
Chapter two: Arizona
Nothing out of the ordinary for a unipath, and aged universal telepathic, time-traveller like Joseph Christos to reanimate in a sun-baked, dust-blown telephone kiosk in the middle of the Arizona desert. He’d arrived at worse portals in his longer than a lifetime career. But this was a very important trip and his first visit to see his old friend Leonardo Da Vinci in a very long time which made him as instinctively cautious as he should be.
He lifted his hat and scratched his bald head, then looked around with curious eyes. Tumbleweed tumbled aimlessly by him, followed by reams of dancing orange sand, kicked up in a hostile wind. He pricked his ears, noticing some country music filtering through the air as he fished into his pocket for the instruction letter, from his security conscious friend.
33°45′49″N 113°36′31″W preferably dome white lily that over inconspicuous something, hot rather it’s .florin French the find you when place right the it’s .Bar Don’s for Look
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“Oh, I forgot about that,” he muttered, squinting at the words on the paper. “He still insists on writing things
Nine New Novellas, Part III is a collection of nine sci-fi/paranormal stories to complement the nine in Nine New Novellas, Nine New Novellas Part II and Nine New Novellas, Part IV.
