3worlds, 2minds, 1soul- chap4 A soft tapping woke Emma. She opened her eyes groggily to see an unfamiliar sight. She was lying in a bed with a yellow bedspread and, instead of her poster of the universe, the walls were painted with dragons and unicorns, and scenes from Shakespeares Hamlet and A Midsummer Nights Dream. Her biology books had been replace with a plethora of novels including the Odyssey and Pride and Prejudice, as well as what looked to be Piers Anthonys entire Xanth Series. The tapping grew louder and was soon joined by a voice. Wake up! Its time for school, Emmie. All right, Im getting up. Emma called back, wondering why her alarm hadnt gone off. She froze. Emmie. The voice had called her Emmie. Could it be? Was it even possible?
3worlds, 2minds, 1soul- chap3 It took Emma a moment to realize the girl standing before her had said anything, as she was still busy staring at her appearance. I dont know. It was true. In fact, she hadnt even given thought to the idea of the dark mysterious world being real. Me neither! I suppose its some sort of alternate dimension or something. Maybe well meet a demon! She sounded excited at the idea, rather than horrified. Im Emmie, by the way. Emma, Emma responded, less surprised at the similarities of their names than she would have normally been. However, she had decided that this was just a very vivid dream, a figment of her, dare she think it? Imagination. Funny, isnt it? Emmi
Em0 TeaFalling from the cup are earl grey tearsLurking in the saucer are peach ginger fearsCries on the floor from the lemon sconesRemnants of the clotted cream moansSlashed crumpets bloodied with jamGusts of sorrow from the ceiling fanSadness is all around, you seeNow it's time for em0 Tea.
-SweetHearts- I cant remember who gave it to me, that box of Sweethearts. It was three months ago, that holiday of red and pink. I might have been a friend, or perhaps a random passerby, hell; it couldve even been my dad. The box, half empty, it will surely give me the answer. I drew between my index finger and my middle finger the first of the many hearts inside. It was a green one. Marry Me- no way. Yes- now, thats a joke, seeing as I just said no. Ill say it again: no. Fax Me- I didnt realize how old these were
Call Me- thats a bit better
3worlds, 2minds, 1soul- chap2Emma awoke to the sound of rain pattering on the window. Her heart pounded against her chest and her breathing was short and erratic. At first she couldnt remember why she was so distressed, but the memory soon returned. The skeletons deformed arms and bizarre, massive horns were enough to scare anyone out of their wits, but it was the lifelessness of its empty eye sockets that frightened her most.She shook her head to rid herself of the image and glanced at her clock, which read 3 A.M. She knew she wouldnt be able to get any more sleep, even if shed wanted to. Instead, she pulled her math textbook out from under her bed to read about tilting conics. Despite her best efforts, Emma was unsuccessful in distracting herself with books and was ready for school an hour early.Emma began the slow trek to school, but she was unable to rid herself of the disturbing picture that was burned into her vision, and so spent the rest of the day zoning out. For once in her life
3worlds, 2minds, 1soul- chap1Chapter OneTo some, the worst punishment imaginable is to be deprived of sleep, not because it drains them physically or because of the slight madness that ensues, but because they cannot dream. To followers of this philosophy, to dream is to live and when they cannot dream, they miss a vital part of life. Dreaming is the most important thing that they can do, but this way of thinking was not for Emma Cromwell. To her, it was merely a fairly useless function of the brain that made little sense and was of absolutely no consequence.It had not been so for her when she was a child. Her imagination had been a place of wonder and a factory for make-believe games. She had even kept a dream diary for a few years. But that was before she made her life-altering discovery of science. From the first time she had looked through a microscope she had known there was something about the little particles and cells that captivated her. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for her to figure out