Here is a quick look at a new story I am writing. I hope you like it.
Nessie had been trying to hack the computers to get information to the new crew. It’s a daunting task, but they had to know. What if they know and they are working with them? Nessie knew of one other changeling on board but she didn’t know how to get information to her.
She stayed onboard watching them. Nessie transformed into a rat, so she can move around the ship and watch everyone. She knew Kon was the leader, but she didn’t know if she can trust him. Is he working for them? If not, and the company finds out they will kill us both.
She scurried to his quarters and laid in wait for him. She knew she could talk to him as a rat but will he believed her. I have to show him. How can I show him? She went to the computer and being a rat she couldn’t hack into it, but she could eat through the wires and disable his cameras.
Then she waited in the corner, in the shadows as the rat.
The doors to Kon’s quarters slide open and he steps in smelling the acrid scent of the burnt wires. He sniffs the air, “It must the computer?” He searches for the source of the smell. “Something chewed through the wires, hmm.” He says out loud.
As soon as the cameras went out in his quarters, it triggers a silent alarm. A figure sits in front of the computer screen where a flashing red light shows the cameras in the captain’s room are not working. “Nessie is back,” the figure said. “Switching to secondary cameras. Let’s see what you’re doing here.”
Nessie ran up the legs of the desk and ran across the keyboard to his computer hoping to get his attention. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Kon has a good heart. I’ve been watching him for a while now. He can’t be part of this.
With a burst of speed Kon snatches Nessie up off the floor.
“Well, what have we here? You the little fella chew up wires?”
Nessie squirmed in his grasp. “Let me go,” she said in her normal human voice.
Kon opens his hand so he will not hurt Nessie.
“Well if you can talk, the means you chewed my wires on purpose. I’d start explaining.”
Nessie then formed into a woman. Kon gasped as he was not expecting this. His heart fluttered as he saw her.
She was wearing a uniform from the company, one she found in storage in case someone or something should see her. Her hair was pure white, as white as her face but her lips, her lips had a hint a red to them.
“What are you?” he asked as she intrigued him. “Are you an angel?”
“I had no choice, I apologize. I’ve been watching you for some time and I can tell you are a wise and caring man.”
Kon’s brow creased with concern.
“How did you get aboard my ship?”
Nessie, “I’ve been watching you.” I hope he doesn’t report me. “I need to give you important information on this company, The Epoch society.” Her heart raced through, “Please tell me I am not wrong. I’ve watched you for a while. You are a good man.”
“I can hear your heart racing. Just calm yourself and breath.” Kon says as he pours a cup of water and hands it to Nessie. “Take a drink and relax. Tell me your story. You say you’ve been here for a while but I’ve never seen you. I don’t remember ever seeing you and I remembered seeing someone as angelic as you.” Nessie’s enthralled him. His eyes lingered on her every move. She’s clever, resourceful and angelic.
Nessie sat though she was not at ease.
“I am a changeling. I can become I chewed through your wires so they can not see or hear us. The company you work for, do you know what their mission is? Do you trust them?”
Kon leans back on his desk.
“I don’t trust them as far as I can throw them. What proof do you have?”
Nessie didn’t have much proof with her, but she can show him. “Kon, they travel through time changing events to suit their agenda. Stealing, killing and altering the course of events so they will be the most powerful. They destroyed my homeworld so they can use the changeling abilities.” She knew Maeve and Kon were close but Maeve did not know what happened to their homeworld.
“Maeve was not there when they destroyed our world. She left before they came. They kidnapped most of us and made us work for them. They told us we were helping the world by allowing them to use this ability.” Nessie looked away as she didn’t want to cry.
“I will show you,” she shows him the device on her arm. “This device allows us to time travel on our own. Most changelings can use this device and transform without those chambers. You have seen the chambers, I assume?”
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I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.
First time doing this, so I don’t know how well it will turn out. I created a publication for poetry mainly, but I would like it to be open to many different forms. I have found that some poetry publications are elitist in the forms they take. I have always believed that the more you write and the more feedback you receive the better writer you will become.
None of my works have been curated, but then again I didn’t write them to be curated. I joined Medium to build an audience. Hopefully, through this publication and ohters, I can see where I am making my mistakes and one day I might be curated.
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Ever since my mother died when I was eleven years old, I wanted to be a mom. She was an amazing and inspiring woman. I hope to one day be half the woman she was.
I didn’t get married to have a baby. I didn’t try to have a family until we were five years into our marriage. It gave us the opportunity to spend time together and learn each other on a deeper level.
When Devin said he was ready to be a dad, I was excited. I wanted to make a doctor’s appointment to ensure I was healthy enough to bear a child.
We discussed plans surrounding the baby’s arrival and dreamt sweetly about name options. The thoughts were beautiful. We were ready for this next phase in our lives.
I figured I’d become pregnant immediately, but it did not happen that way. We created a calendar so I could record the basal temperature readings from my ovulation tests along with my ovulation and menstrual cycles. Unfortunately, it became more expensive than we had anticipated it would be.
“Stop buying these tests. We don’t have enough money for you to keep doing this,” Devin kept telling me. “It will happen when God wants it to happen.”
Although I didn’t give up, I didn’t expect to become pregnant. I was frustrated because I thought God wanted me to be a mom. Was something wrong with me? Had I been wrong?
I tested regularly without seeing the results I hoped for. When we first tried to have a baby, I took the pregnancy test before I missed my menstrual cycle. I was so anxious that I circled the earliest dates on my calendar when I could expect the most accurate testing results.
After months of negative outcomes, I gave up on the idea of having a child. I know of women who tried for years without ever becoming pregnant. In comparison, I had not been trying for a long time, but I was still frustrated with the process and the absence of a child.
I went to my doctor for a regular checkup who had become pregnant after enduring a struggle very similar to my own. She was now five months pregnant and thought she should offer her advice.
“Get an ovulation tester. Sperm can live up to five days in the uterus, so it’s good to have sperm in there before you ovulate. The younger the sperm are, the stronger they are. But once the egg drops, you only have twelve hours to fertilize it before it deteriorates.”
Our conversation helped me tremendously. I had been misusing the testers. I thought I should have been indulging in sexual intercourse once I started to ovulate, but that was extremely far from the truth. Starting a few days before I ovulated would increase my chance of becoming pregnant. Once the egg dropped, I would have a supply of sperm waiting for it.
I had always been amazed at how people struck gold on their first try. But, as Devin said, “It will happen in God’s time, not ours.”