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Chapter Three-             Abby stood and walked to the corner of her street and looked around the other side. She checked her watch then walked back and sat down on the steps of the apartment building behind her. She shook her head still not sure if her plan was all that great. She realized that if Joshua tried to surprise her by bringing dinner there she would have to explain that this wasn't really her apartment building. I had to tell him I lived somewhere , she thought as she checked her watch again. He said he would be there a little before seven and it was six fifty five now. She ran over the questions she had prepared again and again in her mind hoping she could deliver them in an unrehearsed way. "How can I make it sound casual when it's one of the most important conversations I may ever have," she said aloud. She stood and brushed her hand over her new suit pants. "At least I LOOK like I could live here," she said w...

Chapter two                 Shawn rounded another bend in the long corridor.   Someday , he though, I will live in the royal chambers and my subjects can spend their days walking the halls to come to me . He picked up his pace as he looked at his watch and rounded the final bend. The king's chambers were at the far end of the castle and were extensive and exotic. Shawn again reminded himself of his goal as he knocked gently on the gold embellished door.                 "Enter." He heard the king say. And he moved the door forward feeling it resist gently against the fur run on the floor. "Ah Shawn, just in time, I was hoping that was you."                 "Your majesty," Shawn said bending forward slightly.       ...

Chapter One-The sun      Anna Park 1887 May 6 th             Though I was but nine years of age when my father announced our departure to the new dimension I still remember my astonishment. My mother cried for days in secret, concealing her sorrow as we all knew we must go. I myself could not hide the tear streaks upon my face and was punished for my lack of control. I write this, however, not for the record of that pain but for the memory of something beautiful. That is the sun. To my future posterity I would share with you the precious memory engrained in me that last day as we packed. The sun, warm, yellow, and bright seemed to be shining particularly strong that day as if it wished to encourage me. It truly seemed to say "be as strong as I" and as I passed through the portal, never to see that sun again, I instilled in my memory its encouraging message of warmth and light.    ...