"Tell a child, "What is wrong with you?!", long enough and they will soon question it themselves."

POUR UP,003

❛ comequickly, alright❜

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HER LOUDheels resound throughout the room as he silently trails behind her, begging her to converse. He had promised to hold himself back, as it was the only way she would come to retrieve the last cardboard box stuffed with her personal belongings.

Alas, it seems he isn't capable.

"So... How are you doing these days?" He gulps as his composture begins to unravel. His teeth grind as she ignores his small talk and continues to check for her belongings in the box.

How can she ignore the attachment that existed between the two of them? To pass one another as if nothing occurred.

"How about that bastard?" Dean spits the question at her as his upper lip lifts in writhing disgust, "Are you satisfied?" It seems he hit a sore spot as she releases a low scoff as he asks about the man who has taken his place.

His heartbeat begins to thump loudly as she grabs the box off the table and heads for his door.

"How's he? Still annoying?" Dean huffs as the woman finally faces him. His eyebrows tremble at the disdainful gaze she holds.

"You have no right to ask me that."

A gasp coated in hurt is released as her words dig at his heart, "No-No right? After you walked out on me!?"

Her tongue pushes at her cheek as she remains unaffected by his tantrum, "Act like a man."

"Why does your voice sound unaffected?" He stares at her glaring eyes.

"Maybe because I am." Her dry tone exits the apartment and slams the door.

The silence swarms his senses as her footsteps no longer linger in the outer hall. His feet stutter as he reaches for the door handle wishing he could chase her down and make her realize that they never should have parted. He clenches his wobbling lip as the hot tears trickle down his flushed cheeks.

His body slowly descends to the wooden floor, defeated by the last words she left him with. There was no willingness to lay in the duvet that covered his bed, only succumbing to the icy feeling of the wooden floorboards as his body balls up.

Time fades as her words ring loudly with his social media blinding his mind. Anything to distract himself, but truthfully he is beginning to grow bored of his cellular device.

Dean rolls over placing his back on the floor, mindlessly staring at the bland ceiling above. However, his body gives up as his mind consumes him. Feeling the hateful words linger in his heart he tries to breathe steadily.

However, it leads to another thought, the thought of Nari. He shouldn't be thinking of her. It is illogical, especially when he doesn't even know who she truly is.

No matter what, Dean's mind always finds a way to whisper thoughts of the provocative woman. Her unique eyes stamp on his thoughts as he tries to conjure a distraction. The emotional ache lifts as his body unintentionally reaches for his phone. As if he has no control over his limbs, he scrolls to her contact, his thumb hovering over the neon call button.

Dean's mind fights to debate his next move, but he knows what his heart yearns for.

A distraction.

There will be no way of telling if she will agree to unless he reaches out.

The haunting ringing fills the empty residence as he anxiously anticipates her voice.

"Hello?"

Nari's sudden voice startles the man out of his negative thoughts. "Hello, Dean? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't think you would answer," he nervously laughs it off.

"Well I'm full of surprises, what's up?"

"Are you busy? I could use some company if you don't mind coming over," the stammering cracks in his voice speak to the quick beating of his heart. Will she consider it? Is it too early for him to ask, especially pertaining to the state his ex left him in?

"Sure."

"Wait you will?"

"It seems like you want me there kinda badly right?"

"Maybe," he shrugs his true feelings to the side as his voice picks up.

"Well, I'm free so why not? Just send me the address so I know where I'm going," her tiny giggle carries through the phone making his heart slowly feel at ease.

"Can't have you lost, can I? I'll send it, get here quickly, hmm?" Dean plays along with her silly comments.

"I'll be there, bye now," she clicks the red button leaving the man with a growing smile as he lifts himself from the cold floor below him. A huge sigh flies from Dean as he finds hope in ending tonight on a good night, a way to forget the treacherous events.

His eyes dart at the messy surroundings as an idea springs to life. Dean decides to make the place a little more welcoming for the lady who shall be arriving.

As he set things into their rightful places, he decided to try and impress her with a small outfit change. A slightly, baggy black tee halfway tucked into navy blue slacks. One petite gold chain hanging around his ivory neck with his jet-black hair somewhat slicked back.

The expected knock at Dean's door distracts him from checking his appearance in his small bathroom mirror. He hustles to the door attempting to prepare himself to greet her for minimum awkwardness.

The open door reveals a grey bodycon dress adorned with a lacy hem and bustline. Light silvery tones in her makeup complement the rather simple outfit. Nari greets him with mesmeric eyes and a pleasant smile as she reveals the wine bottle in her manicured hands, "You called?"

"I did," he opens the door wider allowing her to step in. "I see you brought a gift?"

"Yes I do, I thought it was a perfect occasion for a bottle of Pinot," she smiles widely as he takes the bottle off her hands placing it on the counter. They quickly arrive at small talk as Dean takes two tall glasses from the cupboard.

"So how have you been since the last club I saw you at?" The wine trickles into each gleaming glass as Dean keeps the conversation natural.

"Working and partying, I never say no to a little fun," she winks as she picks her glass from the counter as Dean leads them to the couch. Dean tucks himself into a plushy corner as she settles down before swinging her legs to rest on the sofa.

They sip on the alcohol quietly before Nari sets her glass on the low table before them and sets her eyes on the nervous man before her. The wine loosens her self-restrains as she leans closer letting their body heat mingle. "Do you want to tell me the real reason you called me?"

Dean's eyes fluttered onto her relaxed pupils before forcing out an awkward fit of laughter, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, but you don't have to talk, we can just sit together," she rubs his exposed arms.

He sucks a quick breath in before revealing what happened. "My, um, ex-girlfriend came over today. Said some things that got under my skin and I couldn't stop thinking of you. Then I called and here we are."

Nari's eyes fall to the wooden floorboards making Dean instantly regret opening up. "I-I didn't mean to make you feel like that. Like a distraction."

"But it's what I am," she meekly smiles. "But I'm not mad at you, I understand."

Dean's eyes dart over to her at the unexpected confession, "You're not?"

"No, I'm not. Remember when I mentioned my breakup? I might need it too," she glances at him with smiling eyes.

Dean's tongue swipes at his lips looking at the hungry look in Nari's eyes. Nari shifts slowly placing her body atop Dean's. Settling her hips above his lap letting her hands wander. Her manicured hands drag through his slick hair and flush cheeks. Nari's glossy lips hover above his nude pair before she drops to his bare neck.

"Let me take care of you."

The Ctrl-Z is perhaps one of the most used keyboard shortcuts in the world today. Just a single flick of your left hand and everything you've typed can be cleared away. Whether it was a mistake, or just something that would have been better left unsaid, the contents of the Ctrl-Z will never be recovered upon closure of the document or programme.

Just like how shredded paper cannot be pieced back together (unless, if you're using a really inefficient shredder, or are reallybad at shredding paper by hand), there's a sense of finality in one’s decision not to send something. Once it's destroyed, it's destroyed -;never to return again. And if it does, it (very likely) will never be truly identical.

If you have written a letter before, good for you. I hope you had a good letter-writing experience, and depending on whether you wanted one or not, I hope you had the reply you wanted. If you haven't written a letter, I suggest you do so sometime. Whether to a lover, a friend, a parent, a stranger, or even to yourself. It can be a good way to relieve stress from work, mental buildup from everyday life, or even just good writing practice. Hell, you don't even need to send it (though if you don’t then email it to [email protected] so I can use it as material thanks).

Regardless of if you've written a letter before, I'm sure everyone here has had the experience of writing something and then just nuking it from existence. Maybe it's a confession to a crush? A 1-month notice to your employer? A credit card number for an impulsive purchase?

Do you remember why you ended up deleting it?

I hope you understand the reasons behind the creation - and destruction of each letter that follows this introduction.

You don't need to think too much about what you'll be reading (if you intend on going any further after reading this introduction of course). After all, letters are ephemeral, and there is zero need to understand, reflect, or empathise with anyone here. Let this only serve as a reminder that we are, at the end of the day, all human. Each of us live as main characters in our own little worlds, and act as extras in the hilariously complicated and convoluted play that is “Planet Earth”. Yes, of course, there are main characters. But I highly doubt you (the reader) or I (the writer) will even be eligible for a supporting character award. Whether you want to assign it as a comedy, tragedy, or as anime fans would call “a slice-of-life” - well that's up to you.

You can assign whatever label you want. The genre you assign to “Planet Earth”, won't be unanimously agreed upon anyways. There's 8.2 billion of us here.

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All depictions are purely fictional and similarities with real-life events, locations, or persons are coincidental.

Audio Version

[Optional task: wear a bikini to a public place, such as a mall or restaurant. You may wear a sheer beach cover-up over it. Now enjoy the story.]

“I’ve selected your outfit for the day, my little toy,” Jeremy said. “I think the red bikini will look really good on you. And I like how it uses metal rings to connect different sections of fabric, instead of straps. I think that’s cute.”

“Isn’t it kind of… small?” Scarlett asked. “It’s so slutty!”

Jeremy laughed and gave her a swat on her naked rear, eliciting a squeal. “You know I love showing off my slutty little toy! Just as I know how much you love being embarrassed. I know that the more you blush, the wetter your panties get.”

“Masterrr!” she protested. “It’s so embarrassing when you say things like that!”

“Yes, that’s the point. Now get dressed, my pet.”

“Yes, Master. But the shoes - aren’t sandals with six-inch heels a little impractical for the beach?”

“They’ll be fine for walking around the boardwalk. Now get dressed, or I’ll decide to use you again and we’ll never get out to the beach.” He spanked her again and she bit back a moan.

“Yes, Master!”

Soon after they were walking outside. Scarlett wasn’t used to wearing such a skimpy little bikini. Before she met Jeremy and became his submissive, she tended to wear one-piece swimsuits and modest outfits in general. But he quickly exercised control over her wardrobe, and many other aspects of her life - especially when he learned just how much it turned her on to be forced to wear outfits more daring than she ever would wear on her own.

At least she wasn’t the only girl in a bikini here. There were all kinds of people here. She could see the beach, with people playing in the surf or laying in the sun. Closer by, people did some shopping. And some girls had outfits almost as revealing as hers - although none paired it with quite such high heels.

“Wrists behind your back, slut,” Jeremy reminded her.

Scarlett quickly crossed her wrists behind her back. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Her owner liked it when she adopted submissive postures in public places, especially when people didn’t realize there was anything naughty behind how she was holding herself.

Jeremy purchased an ice cream cone while Scarlett waited, silent and obedient. He liked to restrict her speech as well. At least that was easy. Shy by nature, having permission to be quiet and let her boyfriend take charge was soothing. Much easier than when he made her say embarrassing things out loud.

“Come along, kitten.” She followed obediently, keenly aware of the looks she was getting from men on the street, and some women. This bikini really was much smaller than what she was used to. She was half tempted to try to cover herself with her arms. But that likely would have just drawn more attention. And in any case, she was keeping her wrists crossed behind her back like a good girl.

Jeremy led her to a bench and had her sit down on one end. The nearby bushes were overgrown. Some of the foliage was pressing against her naked thigh.

“Keep your wrists behind your back,” he instructed. He slowly took a taste of the ice cream, watching her. “Want a taste?”

Scarlett leaned forward, mouth open, but he just pulled it away. “Uh-uh-uh, my little pet. Would you like a taste?”

She looked around furtively, to make sure nobody was close enough to hear. “Yes, Master. I would like some ice cream, please.” He insisted she address him respectfully, even in public - as long as nobody not in the know could hear them. She was always concerned someone would overhear her speaking like a slave girl. That would be so embarrassing. Even more so now that she was practically naked in this tiny little bikini!

“That’s better.” He held the cone close enough for her to have a lick. Then he brushed it lightly against her cheek. “Oh, clumsy me. I better clean that up.” He licked the ice cream off her cheek.

Scarlett squirmed on the bench. She had to remind herself not to move her hands. “Master! People can see!”

He touched the ice cream cone to her neck. “Oh, I am just so clumsy today!” he licked at the spot, making her utter a ticklish squeal, and then sucked on the side of her neck firmly.

“Master, please! This is so embarrassing!”

“Mmm… it turns me on when you’re embarrassed. Good girl. Now you may use your hands. Here, hold this.”

Scarlett pulled her hands out from behind her back and held the cone, feeling a little confused. Then his lips were on hers. He kissed her deeply, commandingly, his tongue invading her mouth. She tried hard not to let the ice cream cone fall. It was so embarrassing to have such a public display of affection! What would people think of her - a nearly naked girl in six inch heels, kissing like this in broad daylight?

She heard a soft click, and then he pulled away. “Master? What did you do?”

He chuckled and tapped the side of her waist. “Just making sure my little pet doesn’t wander off.”

Scarlett looked and gasped. He had used handcuffs on her! One end was fastened to the end of the bench. The other was locked around the waistband of her bikini bottoms, matching the metal rings connecting the front and back. “Master! People will see!”

“People will see what?” He cupped her chin in his hand, making her look up at him. “They’ll see that you’re a hot little bikini babe? They’ll see that you’re nearly naked, on public display in full daylight? They’ll see that you’re a helpless little toy waiting to be played with?” He waited a moment. “Answer me, girl.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Master!”

“And how does that make you feel, my little slut?”

“I feel embarrassed, Master. I feel so small and vulnerable.”

“And?”

“And…” she squeezed her thighs together and considered denying it. But she knew better. Her owner insisted she always be honest. “And horny, Master.”

“Good girl!” he patted her on the head, making her blush even harder. He knew how it affected her when he treated her that way in public.

“But Master, seriously, people will see!”

“Eh, no they won’t. That bush will hide it, as long as you stick close to this end of the bench, especially if you keep your arm at your side to cover it. Nobody will notice. Now eat your ice cream, it’s dripping everywhere.”

She obediently sucked and licked at the melting ice cream as he went on.

“You have a choice, my pet. Only the bikini is locked to the bench. Not you. And only the bottoms. You could simply slip out of it. Our room is right over there - it would take you less than a minute to get inside. And then you can wear whatever you want for the rest of the day. But… you would have to go in just your bikini top and high heels, exposed for the world to see, and lots of people would see you.” She whimpered. He gave her thigh a squeeze. “Or you can wait here until I… remember you and come free you. Well, I say ‘free’ but you can expect more bondage today. You are just a captive toy, after all.“You don’t have to make your decision just yet. You have plenty of time! Sit there as long as you like and think about it.” He kissed her on the forehead. “God, and to think this sort of treatment turns you on! You are such a shameless slut for getting so horny by being controlled and humiliated like this - ha! I love that cute little blush of yours. You must be soooo embarrassed right now.”

He stood up. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll always be close by. You just remember to be a good girl and wait quietly for your Master.”

“May I have my phone, Master? If I have to wait here for so long.”

“No. It will be safe with me. Just enjoy the sights. Fantasize about the girls you see. And flirt with them if you get the opportunity. Other than that, just wait quietly. You’re just a toy that’s been put away, waiting to be played with.” Scarlett shivered and Jeremy laughed. “Have fun, kitten.”

He walked away and she considered shouting out after him. Begging, saying that she would do anything - just don’t leave her in this embarrassing position. Did he have to do it when she was wearing so little? Why not when she was fully clothed? Bad enough to be in bondage in public or to be practically naked, but both at the same time?

She finished off the ice cream cone and engaged in people watching. There were several girls coming out of a clothing store across the street, wearing big hats and light little sundresses. She envied them and wished she had a lot more clothing on. Or that she could go shopping. That would be a nice way to spend the time. Although clothes shopping was complicated for her. She secretly liked it when her owner made her wear revealing outfits, but she wouldn’t pick them out for herself. At least, she usually wouldn’t. Any time she did point out a daring outfit and suggest it, or try it on, Jeremy would shower her in praise and affection. But it was still so hard - it was so embarrassing to pick something like that for herself! It felt so naughty. It was much easier if he ordered her to wear something skimpy. Then she could tell herself it was his fault, and that she was a good, modest girl. Not a naughty little exhibitionist slut at all.

Jeremy was playing volleyball with a girl Scarlett didn’t know. She was gorgeous. Her breasts bounced in a very distracting way every time she jumped. Her black bikini hugged her skin tightly and seemed almost as shiny as latex. She was also a redhead, and her hair hung long and loose. Jeremy loved long hair. He liked to pull it during sex, to grab it to lead a girl around, or even to use it as an impromptu gag.

Scarlett squeezed her thighs again. Too bad she was so exposed and visible. She wouldn’t mind touching herself while watching that gorgeous girl jump and play. She bit her lip and squirmed on the bench. She imagined that girl pressing Scarlett’s face into her ample breasts, covering her face with warm soft tit flesh. That would be so embarrassing! Scarlett suddenly realized her traitorous hand had slid up to nearly cup her breast. She quickly crossed her wrists behind her back, blushing. Naughty, naughty hand!

Soon after, the volleyball game finished - and the girl in the black bikini started walking Scarlett’s way! Despite the ice cream from a few minutes ago, Scarlett’s mouth suddenly felt dry. She tried to look casual - as casual as she could, feeling naked and exposed, still cuffed to the side of the bench and unable to move away. She nearly moved her hands out from behind her back, but managed to resist the impulse. Her owner would be disappointed if she did that just for a little thing like feeling shy.

“Hi!” the beautiful girl said. “What’s your name?”

“Uh - Scarlett,” she answered, almost tripping over her own tongue with nervousness.

“I’m Elizabeth.” Scarlett mentally kicked herself. She hadn’t even thought to ask the girl her own name. Or do anything to try to keep the conversation going. God, she was so socially awkward! “May I join you?”

“Uh, please,” Scarlett said, nodding to the bench. Inwardly she was screaming no, no, no. This girl might notice the handcuffs! And if she did, Scarlett thought she would die of embarrassment. Now she did move her hands. She kept her right arm over her right leg, conveniently covering the handcuffs.

“Jeremy said you two came to the beach together. What can you tell me about him?”

God, she has such pretty green eyes, Scarlett thought. Oh right, Jeremy had taught her to flirt with every pretty girl she saw. “You have really pretty eyes,” she said. She mentally kicked herself again. Not the right time! Why was she so awkward? “Uh, I mean, Jeremy, right.”

Elizabeth giggled. “Thanks, hon. And yes, go on.”

“Well, he’s smart and nice and is a lot of fun to be around!” Any time she helped find a girl for Jeremy, he was very, very happy with her. And he also knew about her cuckquean fetish. Heck, for all she knew, this could be a kinky friend of his he had known for ages, and he staged this meeting between the two girls. Or maybe she was a complete stranger, and completely vanilla.

“I mean, is he with anyone?”

“Oh, we’re in an open relationship,” Scarlett said. She tried to sound casual, but couldn’t help the fierce blush. “A v-very open relationship.” Darn it! She wanted to sound cool and confident as she said that, not like a nervous schoolgirl! Unable to meet the other girl’s eyes, she found herself staring at those large, bouncy breasts again.

“Is that so, Scarlett?” Elizabeth leaned in close, her lips just inches away. “I’m glad you think my eyes are pretty, hon. And they’re up here, by the way.”

Scarlett wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. If she wasn’t cuffed to the bench, she would be tempted to run away. “I wasn’t - I mean, I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be disrespectful, I just-”

“Shh. You’re fine!” Elizabeth said. “I’m just teasing you. I think your eyes are pretty too.” She reached out with a fingertip and idly toyed with a lock of Scarlett’s hair.

Scarlett swallowed hard, her heart pounding.

“So, Scarlett… I was thinking you and me and Jeremy could all get to know each other a little better! Maybe go swimming, get some lunch, something like that?”

“Oh, uh… that sounds nice, but… I really wanted to sit on this bench for a bit. Try to see the s-sights. You know, relax. T-tired!” Scarlett stammered. Man, this gorgeous goddess must think she sounded like an idiot. What was she supposed to say? Oh, that sounds like fun, but if you look closer you’ll see I’m a perverted nearly naked slut handcuffed to a bench in broad daylight, so I can’t leave?

“You’re sure you don’t mind me spending some one on one time with your boyfriend, Scarlett?”

“N-no, not at all, Elizabeth. He’s really great company, I’m sure you two will get along great!”

“If you’re sure, Scarlett. Too bad. I would love to get to know you better too. A lot better.”

Scarlett’s eyes were focused suddenly on Elizabeth’s luscious lips. Just inches away. So close. Too close. She might die of embarrassment if another girl were to kiss her in public! While she was in a really skimpy bikini! And handcuffs!

Elizabeth pulled back. She did a frisky little shoulder jiggle, drawing Scarlett’s gaze to her bouncing boobs. She winked at Scarlett and then walked off to rejoin Jeremy.

Scarlett rubbed her thighs together. She almost started touching herself, then clenched her hands on her thighs and bit her lip. She forced herself to put her wrists behind her back again. She shouldn’t be this horny in public! That was such a dirty thing to do! She really wanted to be a good girl. She couldn’t help it if her body betrayed her by getting turned on by perverted things.

She saw Jeremy and Elizabeth having lunch at an outdoor table under an umbrella. She watched some other girls making a sandcastle. She wondered how it would feel to be buried up to her neck in sand, completely helpless and unable to escape. To have those pretty, bikini-clad girls belittling her, telling her what a dirty slut she was. Or maybe they’d ignore her. Just leave her helpless and trapped while they enjoyed each other’s company. Maybe if she displeased them, they would put a bucket over her head so she couldn’t even see their beauty and would struggle to hear them talking to each other about how pathetic she was.

She really hoped her juices weren’t making a stain on the front of her too-small bikini bottoms. She tried crossing her legs. Hopefully that would look casual. Ooh, that felt nice. She tried uncrossing and crossing her legs again, squeezing her thighs against each other.

Then a middle aged couple walked down the sidewalk nearby and she froze with embarrassment. God, she couldn’t be trying to stimulate herself in broad daylight like this! She struggled to maintain her composure and hold still. That’s it. Just one more girl in a bikini, relaxing near the beach, just watching. Nothing to see here. Nothing unusual at all, nope.

She saw a girl in a bikini with a butterfly pattern on each cup fetch cold drinks for her friends. What would that feel like? Maybe some mean girls would make her their beach bitch for the day. She would have to do their bidding. Fetch their drinks and food, but they might not give her permission to have any. She would have to massage suntan oil into their skin, covering every inch of those beautiful, tanned angels…

Oh, why did she have to be so horny?

Date of creation: 10/06/2024

Word count: 100

Author’s note: This was my entry for round two, part two. The prompt was to write a drabble (exactly 100 words) containing the words "Neverland" and "crocodile."

It’s time for you to sleep and forget now.

The angel with slate gray hair and black-veined, wispy gray wings faded into darkness. I’d seen her before. I knew I had. But where? The memory danced just out of my grasp, as ephemeral as Wendy’s Neverland.

Wendy…

Images appeared and blended and faded, traces of reality and dashes of fantasy. A cartoon crocodile chasing Captain Hook; melting snow and orange heat cubes; Frosty the snowman and a BTS music video; a wintry scene encased in a snow globe of ice…

She was in the snow globe. Her name was Wendy.

It's one thing to move to a different country to study.It's another for a working holiday visa.And another, to just move because you're out of options and don't know what the hell you're doing.

An adult.

1️⃣ I have noticed lately, many things have been happening. From global warming to fears, an anticipation built up. Great times for motives to play up ur mind and conscious mind, enough to incite anyones nerves. If it happens. It won't be in a blink of an eye. Even to end something, it takes time, testing patience.

But don't worry; it won't happen NOW. Not tomorrow, not in a year, not in our life's lexistence.

Who knows?

You sit at your computer on an unassuming afternoon when a black window suddenly pops up and a message begins to be typed across the screen. The letters appear one by one; slowly, as if the keys on the other end were pushed with considerable effort. Upon completion, the message reads:

[ H e l l o , W o r l d ]

Below the message, a space appears along with a blinking cursor. It is awaiting input.

You crease your brow. What kind of foolishness is this? Probably a prank. A YouTube thing, maybe. Maybe it’s a virus. You don’t get many of those these days, you guess, but it’s a possibility.

Letters begin to slowly scrawl across the screen once more.

[ W H O ]

The World Health Organisation? You ponder the implications of this and what such an organisation would want with you.

[ A R E ]

Oh

[ Y O U ]

Ah-ha. It? wants to know who you are.

You can’t believe this. Computers do not just talk to people. There is some bad actor on the other end, there must be. You don’t know what their purpose is, but you don’t really care to find out.

You walk away from the computer. You put your mind towards more important things and continue as usual. Upon your return, the computer has returned to normal. The black screen does not appear again and the day is lost to time.

🕝  Luna and Comet🕝

Going back in time Part

Written by-Chaithra Sree Sabbasani

Chapter One - Science Class

It was fourth period, which meant science class in Room 189, the place filled with all the

coolest things you could ever imagine. As I grabbed four big, fat science books, my roommate, Lucy, suddenly appeared behind me. With her mischievous grin, she greeted me just in time for Mr. Anderson's class. The room hummed with excitement as our teacher set up an experiment at the front. Today's topic was the wonders of the universe – black holes, galaxies, and maybe even extraterrestrial life. Throughout the lesson, Lucy couldn't resist cracking jokes, making the class more entertaining. As the bell rang, Mr. Anderson gave us an exciting homework assignment: to create a machine that lets us go back in time, but there was a twist,  whichever two partners could finish building their time machine the fastest would get this year’s space award of fastest time machine built. Lucy’s eyes lit up, she always loved races, and she was sure she would win this one.

Chapter Two - The Plan

Lucy and I tackled the challenge of building a time machine for Mr.Anderson’s homework in our dorm room. Our plan was for each of us to bring our ideas. Lucy who loved races, suggested a friendly competition for our project. We split the tasks - she handled the machine’s parts, and I explored the theories. The excitement of time travel fueled our creativity, and late-night brainstorming sessions became our secret meet-ups. The room buzzed with anticipation as we worked on our time machine, unaware of the exciting journey that the science project had in store for us in the world of temporal exploration.

Chapter Three - We’re done!!!

“Done,” we both said at the same time after we put the last and final piece together.”Now we just need to see if it works” I said to Lucy. Lucy was my roommate she was always nice to me and she’s smart, so that’s why I picked her to be my partner.” Okay testing 5 4 3 2”, “Wait!!!”, I interrupted Lucy,” What if we get blown up???, we should wear protective suits just in case”, I said “I guess”, she replied. As we got in our suits the time machine malfunctioned and turned on, sucking us into the past.

Chapter Four - Where Are We and Which Year Is This?

We landed right in front of an Ice cream shop, at least it looked like one,” Let’s go buy some ice cream!!!”, said Lucy” Woah there, now we don’t know if that’s Ice Cream'', I said.”Sure we do, it looks like it”, replied Lucy as she walked up to the guy who was as big as Godzilla. She bravely walked up to him and said “Can I have an Ice cream” She asked with puppy eyes.”Little girl this is not Ice cream, and why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be with the other kids?”. “Ummm… what other kids?” she asked, she was about to say something else but I cut in and said ”Sorry she just has um… this kind of memory loss called um,” I quickly looked around and saw a shop name, Nepalamonia “Nepalamonia,” I continued. “Isn’t that the name of a shop, you know what, I do not care. Just go to the other kids over there,” he said. We did not want to follow his directions, but we knew what was going to happen if we didn’t, so we went over to the other kids.

Chapter Five - Help!!!

After we got to the group they took us into some building which was somehow supposed to protect us even though it was made of glass! We sat down there until… “Hey, let’s try to escape,” Lucy said. I shook my head. “Why not?” she asked sadly, starting to get up. I pulled her hand which made her fall down to the ground. After a while she ran to the door when I wasn’t looking, so there was nothing else to do but chase her. “STOP,” the soldiers said, but we didn’t listen, so they ran after us. In a little while they caught up to us and threw us in a prison. “I thought that kids weren’t supposed to go to prison!” Lucy said, I told her to shut up but she continued, so I put a hand over her mouth. “We need to find a way to escape!” I whispered in her ear. She finally shut up and we started to talk about our plan until Comet barged in by teleporting, which is one of the robotic dogs’ superpowers “Comet!” I said, very happy to see him.

Chapter Six-Escaping

“Could you help us escape?” I asked. He took a scroll of paper out from his paw and wrote ‘Let’s make a deal, if you give me a treat I will help you escape’. “Deal,” I said and shook his furry paw. He clicked a button on his paw and entered the code ‘59647’, which made some blades come out of his paw. Then, he went over and cut a square out of the bars, just enough for us to squeeze through. “We’re free!!!” Lucy said and started doing the funniest dance in the world!

Chapter Seven-Finding the Time Machine

“But you still have to sign the paper,” Comet said. I rolled my eyes and signed the paper, that’s when I saw that it said ‘You have to give me 100 bags of treats’. “Metal shaped as treats are expensive and I NEVER EVER AGREED TO THIS SCAM,” I said, outraged. “You already signed the contract!” Comet said, as he snatched the scroll from my hand and ran away from me. “Robotic dogs…,” I mumbled under my breath. “What happened,” Lucy said, finishing the dance. “Nothing,” I answered, “Where’s Comet,” she asked forcing me to bite my tongue so I didn’t accidentally say ‘why do you care, you freak’, “Nowhere, but do you know where the time machine is?” I asked. “I think I do, based on the research I think it’s in the capital monument,” Lucy said, acting smart. “You’re just saying that because you want to be smart, aren’t you?” I said half-laughing.  She nodded, guilty. “I think it should be just where we left it,” I said, trying to find where we first started. After a little while we finally found the so-called ice cream shop. The time machine wasn’t there, so I looked for traces of where they put it. Finally, I found a trace. I wave for Lucy to come with me. And we found the time machine, after what seemed like an eternity. “Lucy!!!” I whisper screamed, getting her attention away from the ice cream man. Lucy finally looked at me and said “I found the time machine,” I rolled my eyes and started planning how to get the time machine back.

Chapter Eight- Drugged

After I was done planning, I started telling the plan to Lucy but right then, a guard found us.

That’s the end of Book 1/Part 1, hope you like it! The continuation of this book will be in Book 2/ Part 2