The Bells Poem Novels & Stories

Tracy stood there, her smile perfect and poised, flanked by two children straight out of a storybook. Jim, dapper in his suit, chose the music's crescendo to drop to one knee. At that moment, the helicopter swooped in, scattering the onlookers, and touched down in the heart of the garden. I pushed through the crowd, my body heavy with fatigue, reached for the hand of the person across from me, and collapsed into their embrace. As darkness closed in, I heard a soft whisper, "Oh… what have you done to yourself?" Just then, the doorbell rang at the Johnsons'.

I said with sarcasm “ can you for god sake for once listen the whole damn thing without opening your bloody mouth?” Well I have pushed her to the edge so it’s better for me to shut up bringing my finger in front of my lips and virtually zipped my mouth telling Grace I would not interrupt her “ the poem is like the core of your clock which tells you what to do when your soul is switched. Since you don’t know your clock’s poem you don’t know what to do and fucked up. “ “ so I need to find the poem” I asked “ yup and do as the poem directs just like I and Bella I do”

“Yes, mistress.” “Thanks.” Rain went back outside to look at the fish as Malian cleared the table. When she was sure she was gone, she took out the Bell and set it. Now that she was here, she could flash back to Earth anytime, at any of the various points she’d set it for. Unwilling to risk the Bell’s music in the garden, she quickly slipped the device back into the casing. She stared at it, considering.