The Time traveller
I hold within my hands a secret that if discovered
could save the world and should I choose to use it, the entire
universe! This secret comes from a genuine source - it comes from
me, Michael Simpson. A 26 year old coffee addicted editor,
working for a sideline magazine in central London.
I walk this world with no direction, I have no
family and no friends and to put is quite simply, I am a
'nobody'. So here's a good question - why me? Well, if I am to
tell you why, I'd better start from the day it all began…
When I was a year old my parents died in a car
crash, their son, that's me, was the only survivor. I lived
with my grandparents and I knew no better, it was a good life
and�I have no complaints.�Still, I longed to know my parents
and�my nana would show me photo's and tell me stories to keep
them alive in my memory.
It was�on my 6th Birthday, that�when I blow out
my candles something strange happened.�When I�made a wish to
see parents again I was taken back in time!�I closed my eyes
tight and blew and�when I opened them again I found myself in a
different place. Not just a different place, but a different
time! I saw my parents holding me as a baby and I watched them
cradle me the way I'd always wanted them to.�
It only lasted a few minutes and then blinking
hard�I found myself back in my nana's house, with the candles
smoking in front of me. I told no one of that day and I've kept
to my self ever since, this�making it hard for me to interact and
As time went on, I found myself time travelling
everyday. It was hard to control at first and I often travelled
when someone close by thought about their own past or future.
Now, though I can control it, but this gift comes with a curse.
You see, my latest jump took me into the future, the year 3007 to
This time though, it was not in my control and�I
had not expected to end up there at the request of someone else.
I had not anticipated her or the responsibility that she'd placed
in my hands.�A secret that will save us all in this life and in
The shape shifter
My name is Susie Castle, and I am a shape shifter.
What does that mean? Well, it means I can be anybody I want to be
and all it takes is a second. I am not the only human being to
have been given this gift, you see, it runs in my family. Every
woman�of every second generation�in my family can shape shift.
But to cut a long story short,�my sister died morphing and
so�I�am the only one left.
It was told that my family were cursed by a
history of black magic, witches burnt at the stake! My mother who
does not share the gift does not like to talk about it, nor my
father who locks me away in my bedroom in fear of anyone finding
They think they've stopped me from developing my
skill by locking me away on my own where I can not meet people,
so that I won't adapt into another human being. They are afraid I
will lose control like my sister did. But this has had the
opposite effect and now I have developed beyond human beings and
I can shape shift into objects! Large, small, you name it I can
do it… so long as the object is in view. �
The day I morphed into a silver spoon was my best
shift yet! That's how I escaped my room, by filling my bed with
pillows and setting my silver head in the bowel used for supper
that evening. I waited for a good hour, the excitement nearly
throwing me out of my morph… but I managed to hold it and sure
enough I was taken downstairs and placed next to the sink.
I had searched for people like me, and I was
unsuccessful, for months shape shifting my way in and out of
people's lives, to end up lonelier than before. Then I found
someone. Her name is Kelly Stevens and she can read peoples
The mind reader
I was often in trouble as a child. I would do
things to create attention to myself, such as setting fire to the
school exam room or writing graffiti on the school walls on the
day of the school inspection. I wasn't a bad person, I just
needed someone to believe me, but no one ever did!
"I can read your mind!" I would tell them.
"Kelly, you say that again and you will go without
tea tonight, you hear me?" my farther was strict with me but it
only made me worse. My mother let my father dominate the family,
my older brother got the brunt of it though.
I tried to run away from home countless times but
I�didn't move out until I was 22. At which time I could hear them
thinking of me in a way parents should think about their
children. They were nothing but proud and this put me at
Now, I am more secure with my ability and I use it
everyday to help people. I approach people and invite them to
tell me about themselves and so,�I have loads of friends and I've
had�my fair share of lovers too. Of course it does help if you
can relate to someone before speaking to them, but love is just
as hard even if I hear their thoughts!
"Your amazing, your sexy… your a liar!"
Yes, you guessed it. Another relationship in the
I get the bad with the good! Sometimes the truth
hurts and I find myself falling in and out of love within minutes
of meeting people. But there is one who I have grown to listen to
more than most. His name is Michael and he lives in the flat in
the adjacent building to mine. We're on the same level and our
windows face each other.
Michael thinks he is alone, but he is not. I often
watch him and listen to his thoughts. I know all his secrets
including the one about the Indian�woman in red that he dreams
I am a painter, a writer and a musician, I sow I
mould and I touch. My hands are my best feature; my touch a gift
from god�and I use it wisely.
My name is Nadia Naseen and I am originally from
India. I had trouble in my home town, particularly with the
religion in my country. When I was a child, I was taken from my
family, stolen from a busy market! They used me and my ability in
trade of money, my gift was put on show. I escaped my country and
moved to England where I have an uncle and a second
I have much to be grateful for, and much to be
sorry for. The great is that I get to save lives and heal those
in pain. The sad is that I can not save myself or those I love.
My son Jacob included. He died of cancer three years ago at the
tender age of 6 years old.
I now work full time in an Indian spice shop in
North London. I know the meaning and the healing effect of each
and every spice and those in need naturally come to me. A dose�of
Red Chillies for passion, Cumin for health, or Turmeric for a
little sanity in life. No matter the spice,�you'd be amazed to
know that my Indian spices can cure life's curses, just as good
as my hands do.
I do not flash my gift around like some party
trick. I will only use it if someone is in need and so when I was
approached recently by a young woman with an extraordinary
ability, dare I say greater than mine,�I couldn't say no.
Together we meet a few times a week to discuss our
plans. These plans are not to be spoken of but let me tell
you,�she has an amazing sense of empathy and it didn't surprise
me when she introduced me to her friend who also has a few tricks
up her sleeve.
Trusting one another, each with a secret to hide,
we quickly became good friends. �
I, the writer have a gift. I do not speak of it, I
do not show it and I do not wish to write of it. I know of a
prophecy that will change the future, I know of a man who is
destined to change the world and of three women who together will
stand by him.
In 3007 the world will change�but my secret will
save you all.
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I have to apologise to anyone who believes
in�anything I wrote here - I really was bored tonight! :)