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Amelia Ascending

There was a point in time when I didn’t know what it was to fear for my life. Looking back to those days, it seems like another existence, altogether. There are days I remember that girl as if recalling a character from a book. She was naïve and happy – blind and ignorant; then, there are days I remember with more clarity than I desire, and I mourn her, as though a good friend has died. Indeed, the ‘old’ me – the Mia who accepted the world at face value – she is gone. Now, I’m Amelia – and I can see through the veil.

To start at the beginning would be tedious, at best. My pre-ascendant life holds no interest, whatsoever, for the purposes of documenting this journey. Suffice it to say, I was just a normal, average human – until I wasn’t. It sounds ridiculous even as I record this, but one day, I was running late for work. My cat had just run away, my favorite shirt had gotten ripped, and all could think was, ‘What next?’. I’d headed in to my job and was about to wash my first dish, when I heard the kitchen doors swing open.

What I saw caused my jaw – and the plate I was holding – to drop. The porcelain dish crashed to the floor in a thousand-and-one pieces. I didn’t even have time to think, ‘Oops‘, before the being in front of me cast out a great, white light. It consumed the entire room and, when it finally receded, the being and I were in a completely – literally – alien place.


More to come!


Today’s word prompts come from:
FOWC with Fandango — Ridiculous
Your Daily Word Prompt— Late, Oops
Ragtag Daily Prompt— What next
Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge #452 – Flat, Dish, Swing

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