She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others.

She realized that their life experiences were

completely different than her own and that she saw only what they wanted her to see, but that

didn't matter. She still compared herself and yearned for what she thought they had and she didn't.

Finding the truth wouldn't be easy, that's for sure. Then there was the question of whether or not

Jane really wanted to know the truth. That's the thing that bothered her most. It wasn't the difficulty

of actually finding out what happened that was the obstacle, but having to live with that information

once it was found.

Josh had spent year and year accumulating the information. He knew it inside out and if there was

ever anyone looking for an expert in the field, Josh would be the one to call. The problem was that

there was nobody interested in the information besides him and he knew it. Years of information

painstakingly memorized and sorted with not a sole giving even an ounce of interest in the topic.

Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over

Winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and taken

it for an ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him.

The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought nothing of them,

deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would know of them and not be

suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much time after they detected us orbiting and

intending to land. And if that were true, there could be only one place where their civilization was

hidden.

The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on. The sandcastle began to melt under the waves

force and as the wave receded, half the sandcastle was gone. The next wave hit, not quite as strong,

but still managed to cover the remains of the sandcastle and take more of it away. The third wave, a

big one, crashed over the sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it receded, there

was no trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work disappeared forever.
Wandering down the path to the pond had become a daily routine. Even when the weather wasn't

cooperating like today with the wind and rain, Jerry still took the morning stroll down the path until

he reached the pond. Although there didn't seem to be a particular reason Jerry did this to anyone

looking in from the outside, those who knew him well knew exactly what was going on. It could all

be traced back to a specific incident that happened exactly 5 years previously.

The time had come for Nancy to say goodbye. She had been dreading this moment for a good six

months, and it had finally arrived despite her best efforts to forestall it. No matter how hard she

tried, she couldn't keep the inevitable from happening. So the time had come for a normal person to

say goodbye and move on. It was at this moment that Nancy decided not to be a normal person.

After all the time and effort she had expended, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost horizontal,

emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than beautiful. Her face was

captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression and a contradictory subtle play of

features. Her manner was engaging.

The headache wouldn't go away. She's taken medicine but even that didn't help. The monstrous

throbbing in her head continued. She had this happen to her only once before in her life and she

realized that only one thing could be happening.

He hid under the covers hoping that nobody would notice him there. It really didn't make much

sense since it would be obvious to anyone who walked into the room there was someone hiding

there, but he still held out hope. He heard footsteps coming down the hall and stop in front in front

of the bedroom door. He heard the squeak of the door hinges and someone opened the bedroom

door. He held his breath waiting for whoever was about to discover him, but they never did.