Day 22 of lockdown

So, I kept myself out of the house today, as dad had been on a night shift and needed his sleep. I went in to do some work with mum. I got some time to plan Edward the alien. Here are the spoilers hoping to publish book 2 and 3 soon. Then the short stories from this blog. In that order.

We just watched Russell Howard Hometime hoping to tweet him at somepoint.

Now I am going to help make brownies and we definitely have enough Easter eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow. Also don' t read too much into one of the photos for Edward the alien, or else you might spoil the book. TOO MANY SPOILERS!

As promised here is chapter 7 of the secret.

Chapter 7

There they were at their new home.

No time to waste the next day the girls started training.

It took a month, the men tested them. They both got names, as well.

Bruce and Thomas. Two men, who eyes looked old finally got a life to live.

The girls were trained and drained.

They discovered their glowing power could do so much more. They could turn it into balls of fire and burn stuff.

However, where they now lived was strange.

They made some weird discoveries, Astrid went for a run everyday and she always looped round running past the house. It was like they could never leave unless they got in the van with Thomas and Bruce.

It was like being on an episode of returned from netflix and never being able to leave the town. Except they could not leave their house.

After 3 weeks,

they were ready for their interviews.

Astrid &Milena.

They arrived underground.

They were both asked the same questions and they answered the same.

"Why do you want this job and you do realise that you won't exist if you get this job?"

"I just want to get away, very far away."

They both got the job straight away.

They walked out on to the balcony they were on, just after the flood.

They looked down again to see people on computers. But this time they both asked,

"what are they doing?!"

Everyone on the computers turned to face them.

"We are stopping a never-ending war!" The noise echoed across the room. The people looked like drones once more and carried on typing. Once more Astrid and Milena felt afraid. Afriad of what they had let themselves into.

Here is the development of an old illustration, until I get the illustrations sorted for this short story.