Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen

Ellie's Voice

© 2025 by Grace Ann Hansen

Chapter 4: “A Closed Delivery”

Descent to the Surface

Desert moons always smelled like rust and regret. CL-9C, if the nav log was right, hadn’t seen rainfall in thirty years. Maybe longer. The air shimmered with heat rising off the cracked concrete surface, the dust swirling like a heat haze, a gritty, almost suffocating blanket that clung to everything. The rhythmic thump of the Indira’s engines, a steady pulse against the desolate silence of the moon, vibrated through the floorplates, a constant, almost physical reminder of our precarious existence.

Chapter 6

Willow was still sitting at the kitchen table when her parents arrived home. She was swept up in hugs and kisses from both of them.

“Fantastic show, darling. It was a real treat. I saw the Bishop with the Russell’s and the Head, and they all had big smiles. The comments that I heard from others was all positive. A lot were shocked but excited by the last song. Did everything go all right with you? What did Gina think of her outfit?”

“Worth it,” he said.

“I used to wonder, you know? What I would say, if I ever saw her again. And I’d dream that she’d come back, and there’d be some explanation that would make sense of it all. Make it all right.”

We revisit an old story and get back tot he action of the Twins long after their time at Whateley

I have to ask for some input....what to do next when they go to the CIA headquarters?

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Jesus Calls Us O'er The Tumult
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Daisy Isabella Potter Special
Chapter One of Three

I was christened James Alexander Bell one cold, frosty morning in February in the historical Episcopal Church of St. Katherine's. Thirteen years later I was confirmed in the same church. Now, I go by the name of Daisy Isabella Potter. Sometimes after turning thirteen I started to think God might have made a mistake that I should have been born a girl instead of a boy.

The paramedics and police arrived shortly, along with three-quarters of the neighborhood. I stood with Mrs Pratt, who tearfully looked to Hank, once again in handcuff. Mr Pratt was once agin spitting in anger with his rage directed at his son. My dad stepped out of the house along with another officer. He scanned the crowd, saw me, and made a beeline to my position.

“Are you okay, Jeff?”

Chapter 5

There was applause, and Willow glanced to Peter to see him smiling broadly.