TITLE: Great Scott
GENRE: YA Fantasy
The teacup exploded, which was normal, and time froze, which
was not. Returning from the temporary fear-induced paralysis, Mage stood and
picked a shard of ceramic from the edge of the explosion in progress. It was
sharp enough to cut her fingers.
"You know," she said to Cery, who sat at the table
in the middle of the room, staring numbly at her own bleeding fingers. "If
you look at the scene from a certain point, it's really rather pretty, the way
the light bounces of the droplets of tea in the air and forms amber spots on
the walls..." She trailed off as she realized the explosion had stopped
millimeters from Cery's face.
Agonizingly slowly, Cery pushed her chair away from the
table and examined the scene from a distance. "Do you think time stopped,
or just the explosion?"
Mage looked at the clock. The hands were moving, but in the
glass before them she should have seen her own reflection, however
insubstantial. The reflection on the glass had blue eyes and blond hair and no
freckles, and clearly couldn't belong to her. It spoke.
"Get out. You only have so much time."
"Cery?" Mage said. "Did you hear that?"
"Yeah, I did." Cery said. She cast a last troubled
look across the room and disappeared.
Mage turned back to the face. “Who are you? What do you
It glared at her. “What part of ‘now’ do you not
The explosion strained against its bounds.