a Black Flag, which they merrily said, would be as good as fifty men or more... being a pirate lord is not all beer and skittles you know.. sometimes you have to actually fight..Ender the pirate was lost one day. Heck he was lost noramally all days. But this day he was more lost than normal. The map to McDee was not showing him, his expected booty and watching fries cook is not easy on eyes you know. So off adventuring for food he goes.. He wondered why McDonalds was not Called MacDonalds for the BigMac?
Ender laughter brought about a change in him. He sat down, opened his pack and found the goblet and three loaves of bread from the Bacchus. Wondering what to drink with the wish for wine. The goblet immediately filled his wish for wine. He broke bread and shared some with Alice, who seemed to have stopped singing and was now just entranced in a glass bottle with him.
Drinking a little Ender talked with Alice about their adventure. She laughed when she heard she had pushed him into the rabbit hole. A most beautiful laugh. Upon finishing the sound of that laughter, a tapping from outside the bottle came to their ears.
Looking around, Ender recognized a pixie from Bacchus’ wild party. Not this pixie, but that she was a pixie. And? She dressed like a pirate of all customs. Which made him even laugh.
She tried to pull the bottle out of the ocean, but to no avail. She then whistled. And from above, a dark shadow came flying down from not far away. Dressed as a pirate, too. The shadow somehow had physical substance and picked the bottle up and flew back to what was a ship? Not a vast ship, but a ship with the skull and crossbones flag flying atop it.
The shadow pulled the jacket off the top of the bottle and dumped Alice and Ender onto a table. Surrounded by? Well, a bear dressed like a cook, a squirrel that seemed to be more or less either a cabin boy or a first mate, and a raccoon of all creatures, along with the pixie all looking at Alice and Ender as one and half inch toys.
The pixie grabbed the goblet and drank it down like a frat boy on spring break. With that, Alice and Ender could understand her wild pixie language. “Who are you?” She asked. Alice not talking to anyone specifically said, ” Oh, no, not this again.” While Ender introduced himself as “Clinton R. Siegle, writer, explorer of worlds and writers of the multiverse.” Along with “And this is Alice.”
Now this made the pixie excited. From what Ender could hear. Evidently, in some port of call, Alice had a price on her head set by the Queen of hearts. The price? Who knows? It sounded like tarts or sweet cakes or something tasty.
The shadow pirate just shocked his head, showing there was a disagreement. Alice however heard all this and taking action ate some bread from her pocket and grew. A piece of the bread fell to the table and Ender picked it up rather fast.
She grew and grew. First to normal size then bigger for the ship started to be pushed down into the ocean and finally she stepped off and it looked like she was big enough that the entire ship was a tiny toy ship for her to pick up which she did and walked to a land mass where she set the ship down on land and then walked away into the distance as if she was a giant having forgotten about the ship and was thinking about doing something else.
Ender realized time to go. He grabbed his pack. And the pixie had dropped the goblet along with the goblet and slid down the bear’s fur to the floor and dashed to a hole the size of a small mouse. The pixie followed but had been distracted for before she realized he had escaped.
Into the hole Ender went and mysteriously there was a door to shut, which he did. Blocking it. He found himself trapped inside the pixies room aboard the ship. And according to the writings on some walls. Called the Black Skimmer.
Now, this has been an exciting day. And Ender was a bit nervous. Wondering where and what to do. Finally, he heard a knock on the door. There was a sort of port window facing the inside of the ship, so he looked out to see the pixie stamping her foot and knocking on the door like a madwoman.
Thinking he could handle a lone pixie, Ender unlocked the door, and she came in. “So, how rude we save you and the first thing you do is broken into my room?” said the pixie. Ender being a pit more unnerved at that moment, apologies and asks her name. “My name is Wind.” Came her reply.
With that, Ender wished for more wine and offered her some. She again drank it down in one gulp like a drinking professional in some sort of drinking contest. And with that, they sat down to discuss their current state of affairs.
Ender listened as Wind said they were professional pirates out to raid Candy land no less for sweets and tarts. This made Ender laugh a bit, which seemed to make Wind look at him strangely.
Unexpectedly she kissed Ender, and just like under the sea Ender was in a blur for a time. Upon waking up, he found himself dressed as a pirate and his normal size again. The little pirate pixie flew by and whispered “Rico!” Into his ear and flew away to who knows where. Ender checked around and found that he had his pack, goblet, jacket, and bottle along with? A chest. Looking inside was a wonder. A chest full of either diamonds, rubies, and pearls. With a slight note that he figured he would have to either get a magnifying glass to read or shrink. Putting that into his now pirate coat. He discovered he had a dagger and sword too. Taking out the sword, it seemed nice. A claymore. Something big. And Ender was big so he could handle it. Taking out the dagger. Well, that surprised him. The dagger spoke “And who do you think you are?”
They made introductions. This time Ender introduced himself as the Claw, a pirate explorer and the dagger matter-of-factly stated “Brutus the slayer of Caesar.” which made Ender think he had lost his mind or found a mad dagger.
Adventure reading is a life on its own
Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea
Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane
Eternity written across the universe of books
Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale
Time is nothing for those that read
Until one realizes time has passed by
Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed
Eternity is the book of life written within a book
Reading pirate stories is a truth
Eternity, a storyteller’s dream
A memory in time
Dreaming about a story told for eternity
I live as a pirate throughout time
Ender was a bit perturbed. All he could find was his pirate dress, nothing of his college clothes or jacket. Washing up and not finding a razor. He looked into the mirror and realized he sort of reminded himself of a lost teddy bear.
Ender going down stairs he found that all his gear was spread out across six tables. Each book opened to something of interest and his pack with his college clothes and goblet was there along with a chest and what looked like a ship in a bottle.
He wondered exactly how long he had been there and what exactly he had done. For he remembered dancing, drinking, and some sort of drinking contest with the pirate shadow but after that. Well, awaking in the nude with three laughing ladies.
In walked the lady dragon swaying in such a sensual manner Ender was blushing. She said, “Ah, time traveler are your memories coming back?” Ender to be honest was sort of at a loss. Wonder exactly he had done.
She continued to talk. She said, “That was some week of a party. You out drinking the pirate shadow and winning his ship was something to see.” Ender went to look at the ship in a bottle and realized it was the Black Skimmer.
She said,”You do not remember do you?” Ender just looked around trying to figure out what to say or do. She indicated to sit and magically there was breakfast there. She said, “I concur with your agreement Ender.” This made Ender jump. Then his memory came back. A deal was a deal. He had invested his fortune in the cafe Shi with the understanding she would invest it and bring him riches. That was no problem. For he had nothing when the adventure began and if he lost everything so be it. But his memories also including that of Claw the pirate, Clinton R. Siegle, and well a third person he was trying to recall.
The dragon smiled and indicated a book. A journal of Clinton R. Siegle. Emder picked up the book and brought it to the breakfast table and began to read. https://theprose.com/.../journal-of-a-wondering-mind...
For some reason he could see a future where he had lived this life and made him wonder about life. He recalled the events as if they were happening to him right then and there. And in his reading to realize how old he claimed to be he wondered if he was insane.
The dragon lady laughed at the expression Ender had on his face. She said, “You do not recall everything, do you time travel?” Ender just looked at her. She continued by asking, “What is the first story of dragons do you recall because that part of the journal is missing?” Ender recalled that part of the journal but that was not the first time he had heard of dragons. He hesitated to tell the story. But since she asked.
Ender said, “I remember a time when I was born in 1963 not 1971 and I met my great grandfather Christopher Siegle a farmer, German Russian from Bavara who had the largest book I had ever seen when I was like four.” Ender thought how to continue. He remembered the stories his great grandfather had told him but how? He had died three years before he was born or at least in this reality.
The dragon lady watched waiting for his story.
Ender cleared his throat. “When I was born in another time. I met my great grandfather.” Stopping to think where to continue with this story. He went on the best he could. Ender said,”Our original last name has many spellings. Siegfried, Siguad, Siegle, Siegel, Seagel, and a few others. It all depended on the religion that we followed I suppose.” Thinking where to go with this story Ender pondered. Anyway, Peter von Siegle was a small nobleman in the 1700s who collected all the old stores of our various family names.” Thinking about the large book was something. He remembered the lettering all in high German. It was a reason his grandfather could not read it to him in his reality this time around Ender supposed. Ender continued, “Anyway when I was four, my great grandfather was drinking himself to death because of his losses throughout his life.” Thinking about how much he had lost Ender realized that communisms, Nazism, were the ban of humanity.
Ender said,”Anyway, I was usually in his home after Sunday school while my parents socialized in Fallon, Montana.https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall Thinking about what he had just read he realized who the shadow pirate was. It was a legend of course. Death was supposedly locked up in hell but his shadow had escaped once upon a time. A pirate or Peter Pan. Ender shrugged and continued, “Anyway, one day I found a huge book and opened in and tried to get my grandfather to read it to me. He said he could not and to ask his father. Now, Christopher was drinking at this time and speaking broken English and mostly Russian at this time.” Ender thought this was so long ago in a different life. Not this one for sure. He wondered if it was not a dream and all these dreams were just horrible endings.
Anyway, Ender continued, “Siegfried's story was written in some churches recording in Bavaria about how he became a knight in somewhere around the 1400s. The story went that he went into the forest seeking the dragon that had been eating the local animals and supposedly a maiden or two.”
Ender kind of looked at the dragon who for the fun of it licked her lips not in an I am going to eat you way but in a sensual way that women have about them. This kind of made Ender blushed. Ender continued, “Anyway Siegfield, had lost a pig and went searching for the pig in the forest.” Anyway the church records recorded this in high German which Christpher told me laughing. The tale in the church records went that the dragon was eating a goat lately stolen from some person, whose name was not recorded. And That Sir Sieggielf with a spear in an open field attacked the dragon. The battle went hard for Siegfried. His clothing torn to fragments, and he was bloody and smelly. Fiercely the fight went back and forth with him using a spear and the dragon fiercely burning down a structure was near the place of the battle.” Ender's recollection of this disturbed him because he could recall a laughter of such deep sadness.
Anyway, in the end the dragon was slain and Siegfried the pig farmer was knighted by the local noble and church wrote this down in their records someplace in forest which celebrates to this day his victory.
Ender laughed thinking more of the story. The lady dragon, not looking pleased, said, “And is there more?”
Ender smiled, and continued, “That is the official record of some churches in Germany. However, in family lore the story went a bit differently. The story went that Siegfried went into the forest for his pig. He had picked up a large pole because he had nothing else to herd it back with.
The family lore is less ferocious. Mr. Siegfried, a farmer not a fighter or knight at the time, went to find his lost hog. He had with a hiking stick to herd his hog back home. Now the swine had been eating mushrooms, or something of a quirk in the woodland and appropriately he went where he knew where they were hoping to find his hog. He found his hogs tracks and walked right into a shed in the middle of the forest. There was this giganti dragon eating his hog. Being quite mad. Because that was his hog. And not thinking., he swung his stick at the dragon seemingly causing a fire from the roasted hog to catch everything in the starting on fire. Now, the humor is wild here. The hog not evidently having been cut or slaughtered correctly blew up. Pig shit went everywhere hitting Mr. Siegfried and making a rather stinky mess of everything. Now the dragon seemed to have run straight into Mr. Siegfield's stick. Right into the dragon's eye." Hearing this the dragon lady hissed. Ender continued 'Supposedly killing it. That was family lore, being a somewhat curious child there were footnotes in high and in another language which I asked about. My great grandfather laughed.
The secret written there was that the dragon’s of Germany had made spell shapeshifts into humans. But to do so required the sacrifice of an eye of a dragon. Since, no one dragon wanted to hurt each other they decided on this dubious plan to force a human into doing it for them.
Thus, Sir Siegfried, was given the shedded scales of the dragon, and told on or in pain of death that he was to be the hero that saved Germany from the last dragon.
Anyway, my great grandfather laughed and said, “Sir Siegfried loved to drink after that and accidently told the truth once in the company of people he knew from the old days. Evidently one or two of them were dragons because he was murdered after that and family lore was hidden away in a journal.”
And with that Ender had finished the story and his breakfast.
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Dares? Sure, I can dare you. I take the dare almost every day since I awoke that day in 2016. Why? I expect like many people you are not from here. And if you are not from here and I am not from here. We have different stories to tell. Dare you tell me your story? I can tell you mine. I ain’t from here. That got me a trip to the shrink. Who stated I was living past lives. He wanted me to waste time with him. Scheduling me for one appointment after another. If you have read me, I dislike wasting time. So after the fourth appointment I proved to him he was dead. Kind of sad. But a truth. There were reason people did not dare me to do things in my reality. So you want to take a dare.. Fine, I dare you to take my test. And if you pass congratulations, you are from here. And if you do not pass? Well, we be traveling spirits to a dead past that died so many years ago that no one knows or. ANd here is the kicker for me. In a closed time curved loop, this reality just happened a moment ago to catch me to write this absurd story to you.
What color is the sun? White, Yellow, Green, Blue?
How close is earth to the center of the galaxy?
How old is the earth?
How old is the universe?
Big Bang song is it 13 or 14 billion years or million years or thousand years?
Jiff or Jiffy Peanut Butter?
Captain Crunch or Capt’n Crunch?
Abe Lincoln was a senator or just representative?
Japan is off the coast of China or Korea?
JC Penny or JC Penney is the name of the story?
Sketcher or Sketcher the brand of shoe?
Vote on the second Tuesday of November or the First Monday of November?
How many states are in the United States?
Russia has already told US that if attacked they will use nuclear weapons as a defense strategy.
North Korea was given two EMP satellites from Russia in the 1990s that hang over Atlanta, Georgia, and California.
Biden was arrested for trying to visit Mandela.
Trump said lets vote day after Thanksgiving.
Obama says there are 58 states in the United States.
Bush Jr says that Mandela was killed by Saddam.
And is it Sadam, or Saddam? Where was he captured? Was he hung or firing squad and what prediction did he state to the president when he was about to die. I know. Do you?
Dares are something for me. Dare I tell you more? That your world died a long time ago? How could I prove that to my shrink? Oh, I can listen and learn. And? Most dead people want to get something off their chest and they talk and talk and talk. And? Thus in one reality they will tell you one thing and in another reality that is their secret and in a third reality not a big deal to go into that secret and in a fourth reality?
You decide to tell the shrink his secret and diagnosis him and he does not like that. Not many people do. To be toyed with? Not really toying. Just annoyed that no one dares to talk with me these days about their personal lives. Their stories. Why? The first time a story is told is something new. A second time something changes you wonder why and third time with detailed questioning you can find out that the dare you took in the first place was something you either should or should not have done.
The dares of late?
Read what is in your vaccines.
Several of the elements I knew were outlawed in my reality, and here they put them.
Why? I suppose Revelation 6 plague and death would be my speculation.
The same with the coming wars with China, Russia, Turkey. All pre-planned in an attempt to change reality of these worlds. Why?
Who knows man’s reasoning for wanting to escape fate. Personally was not much of a pirate or rebel. I was more into thinking and wondering why fate was fickle. And now? I realize that fate is real and that to escape fate is not the best desire in my good nature of surviving. what do I mean? I have heard of the stories where and what happens when they nuked Hawaii in December 2017 plus or minus moments or billions of years ago in a closed time curved looped.
Dares? Did I take dares in my reality? Not at all. You see in my reality fate is real. What does that mean? Chaos or chance is not fickle or real. Meaning? Everything I did or do was written down and someone is reading it to me and I or you are doing exactly what we are told to do. So daring you to do something is like pre-arranged story telling and? Nothing is new under the sun. Dare me to answer how did they do this?
Simple. In my reality the galaxy spun much faster than here. How much faster one cycle of the galaxy was 1,000 years and on the outside of the galaxy it was much more faster. Here? They say 230 to 250 million years earth travels around the black hole. And in my reality?
That is the funny part of my galaxy was much larger 377,000 light years and? We had theories of black holes because we could make them in labs. However, in all the telescopes and all the math equations we had there not one single black hole was discovered. Why? Probably because we were going to hit the galaxy sooner by billions of years and they meaning black holes had dissipated.
Dare I go on? How about you comment below your test scores and tell me are you from here or not? Dare I tell you of the worlds I have seen or stories I know? How about we exchange one for one. After a while you might find out something new. I dare you.
Ender the pirate was lost one day. Heck he was lost noramally all days. But this day he was more lost than normal. The map to McDee was not showing him, his expected booty and watching fries cook is not easy on eyes you know. So off adventuring for food he goes..
He wondered why McDonalds was not Called anymore MacDonalds for the big Mac.
He wondered the streets and found that he was sick.
The next day they cut off his foot.
Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.
He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.
There he watched and listed. The stories told there were even more interesting than he recalled them from. Where actually? His memories.. Searching them he recalled a time when a person was talking about a window and a box that showed. What was he told. Ah, yes dramas. However, his thoughts went back to the storyteller. Someone who was and was not. A person with a soul who had been vomited out of heaven. So few good souls left.
The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.
The storyteller told wonderful retold stories of what was the program? Ah yes. How silly of the time traveler or Ender to forget. The Midnight Diner. To see all the stories combined was something. Porn stars, movies stars, strippers, food critics, a wandering musician, and many more tales that made his heart cry. The traveler was suddenly sad. The realization that all this was a past that had died out a long time ago made his conclusions to their stories even worse. His bitter tales and sorrows listening was wild. If you ever like to read a good book.. Ender would recommend Midnight Diner on that magical box window of drama where ever Netflix is in
The reader at the bookstore was reading his book. You could see the strain in his eyes. His fingers glancing swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note, but was reading an entire book in the same period as that one page.
The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this, I could think that he would not purchase the book. But he would have enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed to complete it in a matter of an hour. That no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.
As many of you know, I used to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980s. I spent my time with Lewis, Tolkien, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
I spent sometime observing him. Why? I am an interesting person in my own way. To see someone be so careful and watch his movements as you could see him glance at a page and move on?
This was someone I had to meet. Why? Simple. Most of the interesting people I know. Well, they know where a good meal is at. And I was hungry.
I stumbled towards him thinking what I would say. Meaning I had not read the book. I had read something by the author a long time ago. But like most time travelers discovered that words, meanings and ideologies change. Along with the colors and realities of God’s game design.
To think once upon a time, I thought I was unique. Only to discover I was one of so many. Meaning I was part of the parallel realities. That I could step into their shoes for a day to write a story and gone the next day to see something else was well weird. Thus like most weirdos. I enjoyed finding and talking with interesting people. Why? Well, because they usually some place along the way had a soul or something unique.
I bumped into him. To see me is to wonder how on earth or who on earth let me out of my room? Yes. I am locked away behind several gates. I used to do things, and now? I look like a rag muffin teddy bear with the personality of a pirate. Of course, I had escaped my room that day to get a donut and to check out a bookstore for. Well, for anything worth reading.
He turned and stared for a moment. In that moment, I recognized where I had seen him before. Now this was something unexpected. Usually I meet one soul one day. The person's body the next is soulless. Meaning not the same stories nor soul or personality. So meeting a soul here in a bookstore was interesting.
So we put our books away. Meaning I too had been re-reading a classic. We went to eat.
The reader at the bookstore was reading his book. You could see the strain in his eyes. His fingers glancing swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note, but was reading an entire book in the same period as that one page.
The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this, I could think that he would not purchase the book. But he would have enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed to complete it in a matter of an hour. That no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.
As many of you know, I used to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980s. I spent my time with Lewis, Tolkien, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.
I spent sometime observing him. Why? I am an interesting person in my own way. To see someone be so careful and watch his movements as you could see him glance at a page and move on?
This was someone I had to meet. Why? Simple. Most of the interesting people I know. Well, they know where a good meal is at. And I was hungry.
I stumbled towards him thinking what I would say. Meaning I had not read the book. I had read something by the author a long time ago. But like most time travelers discovered that words, meanings and ideologies change. Along with the colors and realities of God’s game design.
To think once upon a time, I thought I was unique. Only to discover I was one of so many. Meaning I was part of the parallel realities. That I could step into their shoes for a day to write a story and gone the next day to see something else was well weird. Thus like most weirdos. I enjoyed finding and talking with interesting people. Why? Well, because they usually some place along the way had a soul or something unique.
I bumped into him. To see me is to wonder how on earth or who on earth let me out of my room? Yes. I am locked away behind several gates. I used to do things, and now? I look like a rag muffin teddy bear with the personality of a pirate. Of course, I had escaped my room that day to get a donut and to check out a bookstore for. Well, for anything worth reading.
He turned and stared for a moment. In that moment, I recognized where I had seen him before. Now this was something unexpected. Usually I meet one soul one day. The person's body the next is soulless. Meaning not the same stories nor soul or personality. So meeting a soul here in a bookstore was interesting.
So we put our books away. Meaning I too had been re-reading a classic. We went to eat.
Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore. The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter. Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.
He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.
What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.
He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.
Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.
With these three books, he went back to the entrance. He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up. The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”
And the owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.
The owl said, ” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?” The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”
Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his Mastercard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take Mastercard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.
Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender's expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo. who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.
“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange that would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?” Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”
Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time. However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash. He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”
Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”
Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious on what I might miss out on?”
Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more. He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.
Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back. To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”
And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Baucus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.
I might live in my own little worlds. But that is okay. The people all know about me there.. The dreamers always say be yourself. The problem is I have lived such a weird life. Being a weirdo could be one of my official titles. Be wonderful? I try to be kind. Be sensitive? I pray Dear Lord do not let me cause pain. Impulsive? Let alone do I live inside my mind most of my greatest adventures happen there. Crazy? Oh I own that I do not go crazy. I go normal from time to time and wonder if others are really crazy? When I talk to them about facts. Mystical? I travel upon moonlight and if this is not a dream you all would not be in my life. Vulnerable/ I am bear with a missing eye and foot. Lovable? I am no longer sure of love.I think love might be fickle. Magical? If you have ever read my stories let alone will I drag you down the rabbit hole with me, I will introduce you to the white rabbit and Alice. Beautiful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and see beauty everywhere. The right people will adore me? No. They will tolerate me because let alone weirdo. I might be one of the most dangerous story tellers of all time. For you see my life has been one statement it has not gone as planned. When something went wrong in my life? Daily these days I say plot twist and write another story. It might not move on from here. But here I am and I shall find a solution in the end. For if I always do what I have always done. i will always get what i have always gotten. In yet? I will be the change I need in this worlds to make them a better place.