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FICTION
WHEN WORLDS
COLLIDE: PART 11
By Jessica Seney
The warmth of the egyptian sands were soft whirring each time his face turned. It almost
familiar to Khepri. The beetle’s forelegs constantly made khepri’s spin from the speed of which each
scraped through them in the evenings when transition occurred-- Sometimes while he was
there was no sun to push. The small, ever warm speaking -- yet the being never stuttered or paused.
grains of sand were akin to hundreds of tinier, “-- So because of all that hubbub,” Continued
far less heavy, suns that warmed his flesh and the whirring thing, “We came here to try and figure
kept him ready to heave it across the sky the next it all out. Make sure that there isn’t any terrible
day. Though, as they currently grazed over the misunderstanding! It’s all genuinely a horrible
surface sand, it was only a bit of his background. ordeal, being snatched up, but I’d like you to know
Three strange beings stood before him. Two that we only took your men because we were in
had skin tones fitting of the Nile’s waters, the other dire need of new weaponry! But for everything else
was a strange. . . constantly ticking and moving / I’m still positively confused as to how anything
thing/ that he had no comparison to. Said thing only happened! I felt a strange tug on the world but I
droned on and on in a foreign accent that the beetle had no idea what caused it-- Though the more I
had no reference to, which was accompanied by a think on it the more I realize that perhaps it was
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