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The final piece clicked into place on the pyramid.

“Get back!” Ford shouted to his excavation team.

Indiana Ford was damp from jungle humidity and nerves.

He sat the puzzle pyramid on top of a small stone snake statue; hates that thing.

Ancient mechanisms whirred and clicked to life all around them forcing great stone obelisks to break the earthen seals of their old tombs.

Ford and his team scrambled toward the foliage seeking firmer ground among the trees.

Six great monolithic monuments rose; with the tiny puzzle pyramid at their core they were an ominous sight.

Fear gripped the men as decorated symbols in the rough stone surfaces began to pulse with a blue glow.

They all were quick to scatter leaving Ford by himself with the device sparking and humming now.

He stared transfixed at the tiny puzzle pyramid waiting for it reveal the meaning of all this.

There among the sparks and arcs of electricity his Father’s face appeared, “Junior!”

Indiana’s knees wobbled slightly at the sight of his dead Father. The feeling was quickly overcome by an all too familiar frustration when his dad used that name.

“I told you never to call me that,” he said.

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August 4th, 2015

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“When am I?” wondered Jen. “Late 1800s maybe?”

Jen was a member of a band called “Killer Chains” and was known as “Blue Chains.”

But she was also an undercover time traveler which traveled around the world in her house on wheels named “Veronica.”

One day she decided to randomly press a button without looking and stay there for a few hours.

After she pressed the button she swirled through a vortex of colors and old items.

After that she arrived in an old timey place and started driving Veronica around the area surprising every single person that she passed.

My 10 year old step daughter Sarah is back this week with an undercover time traveler. She was inspired by the photo below and one of her most recent Lego creations “Veronica.” Which is apparently a motorhome that enables time travel. – Danny

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July 16th, 2015

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Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.

Delphine was a spoiled ten year old with rich parents and her dad was a pilot.

She always wanted to fly his plane around the area.

On her birthday her dad lost his keys and she knew that today was her big chance.

She scavenged the house for an hour until she found them under her dad’s bed.

“THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!” Delphine shouted in excitement as she put on her jacket.

She started the engine and took off from her backyard. But after flying for a while the engine stopped and she plummeted into a mountain.

“BOOM!!!” She woke up from a dream in terror and decided never to fly a plane ever again.

 


This MFTS entry is from my step daughter Sarah. She is 10 years old and full of razor sharp whit. She has shown interest in taking up the baton here at our writing domain. So we support her efforts and look forward to more stories from her. – Danny (Read more Sarah Stories).

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Mondays Finish the Story – July 13th, 2015

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July 15th, 2015

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