Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Elven_Song:
Wow! Awesome story Mandie... I must read more! I recently studied the middle ages and so forth in school so I'm still quite fascinated with stories in this time period. Keep going! ^^
I love what she thinks during their second meeting in bed:
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Why hadn’t the nuns told them of this?
xD
Jagerjaques:
Aw, man, you made me tear up! Awesome story! :)
pinkpsyche:
It's so sad but happy at the same time... I love your story! I just found it two days ago and I love your story telling! Thank you so much.... :-)
Mandie:
April 15, 2100: A soft green light filled the sleeping pod. A gentle feminine voice filtered through the speakers, “Sleep time has ended. Please exit the capsule now.” With a click and a hiss, the pod opened, and Mael opened her eyes to face the new day.
Yawning, she ambled across the buttery soft carpet to the sonic shower room. Stretching, she stepped onto the soft pads and pushed a button. The blue rays zipped and tingled across her skin, slowly waking her up. Padding back across her bedroom, she slipped on her enviro-suit and mentally programmed a clinging halter top and a short skirt. Opening her closet, she bit her finger while trying to decide what shoes to wear. Finally she decided on a pair of six inch stilettos, and slipped them on her feet. Smiling, she left the room, prepared for the new day.
The long line of cubicles seemed to rattle with all the snoring coming from them. A piercing alarm went off ion one of them, unheard by the other sleepers. Jowil snorted as she rolled over, smashing his head against the wall as he searched for the button to turn off the noise drilling through his head. Groaning, he wiggled out of his assigned cubicle, grousing about the size of his sleeping chamber. A man of his size just doesn’t fit in those tiny boxes.
Yawning widely, he ambled across the cold wooden floor and stumbled into the shower room. The construction camp was woefully behind the times, and all the men still had to wash with water. Jowil was the only one who really didn’t mind, though. He enjoyed the sting of the hot water hitting his skin. Finishing his shower, he dried off then pulled on his government-issued enviro-suit. Definitely not top of the line, it only had a few items of clothing to choose from. Ah, well, it covered the body. Jowil didn’t care much about clothes anyway. He mentally programed his typical shirt and jeans, then laced up his work boots. Grabbing his head gear, he clomped out of the room, ready to begin his day.
Mael stopped by the kitchen table, popping a grape into her mouth. Smiling, she watched her mother bustling around the kitchen preparing breakfast. “You are so old fashioned, Mom,” she chided lovingly, “Why won’t you use the replicator I had installed?”
“Now Mael, you know I believe that meals prepared with love just taste better.” The older woman shrugged. “I’m just used to doing it this way.”
Mael sighed. She didn’t know why she still tried. Her mother was stuck back in the twenty-first century. Slipping onto a silver barstool, she watched her mother with a wry expression.
“I’ve been thinking about Mary Elizabeth this morning.” Mael had heard stories about her namesake since she was tiny. Maybe it was because they shared a birthday as well as a name, but Mael had always felt a strange sort of kinship toward the medieval woman. Somehow, she knew what she thought, how she had felt. “You know how she and John were soul mates,” her mother continued, “And I’ve always felt her soul was out there looking for his. That feeling lessened somewhat the day you were born, but has increased in the past week. Maybe it’s just because it’s your birthday. It’s as if some tremendous event is on the cusp of happening.” Mael stayed silent. She had been having the same feelings, and it was a little disturbing to hear someone else had been feeling it too. Something big was definitely in the wind.
Jowil glared at the replicator in the large cafeteria. “Coffee,” he repeated slowly for the tenth time. If the order didn’t go through this time, he would be held responsible for his actions.
“Processing . . . processing . . . unable to process order, please repeat.” Growling, Jowil kicked the infernal machine. This new version of the replicator had been giving him problems ever since it had arrived. Why couldn’t he go back in time to a place where people didn’t rely on machines? That feminine voice drove him nuts every morning. It was as if she enjoyed taunting him. It was definitely a voice he couldn’t forget.
“Coffee!” He roared. This time the order went through, and he gave it one last glare as he took his hot coffee to a table. Plunking down into one of the chairs, he swallowed a mouthful of the hot black liquid. Lately, he’d been feeling antsy, unable to concentrate on anything. It was probably a good thing his job didn’t take many brain cells to do. For some reason, John William was on his mind. The man had always seemed more like a friend than a long dead namesake. Every morning, as he argued with the replicator, a strange heavy feeling would enter his soul. That feeling would end up sticking with him throughout the day. What it was, he didn’t know, but he did know that something big was in the wind.
Mael chewed on a pancake while her mother eyed her. “Are you positive you don’t want butter or fresh syrup?”
Swallowing, she nodded. “I don’t keep this figure by eating butter and syrup, Mom.” She was proud of her tiny waist, her high breasts, and her trim hips. Flipping her long red silky hair over her shoulder, she hopped off the stool. After smoothing her skirt over her thighs, she then turned and grabbed her purse from the shelf. “If I don’t hurry, I’ll be late. I’ve still got to pick Joe up. I’ll see you tonight.”
“You’re too thin anyway.” Her mother was still muttering as she walked out the door. "Men like a woman with meat on her bones!”
Ugh! Any man that preferred chunky women was definitely not for her. As she opened the door to her private shuttle, she went over her list of requirements for a man. He had to be rich. Mael wasn’t a gold digger, far from it as she had accumulated quite a mini fortune for herself. She just wanted to make sure that a guy would like her for her, and not her money. She preferred tall thin men who took pride in how they looked. Sighing, she pressed a few buttons on the auto pilot, and leaned back in her seat as the shuttle came to life and floated out of the bay.
oddball011:
hmm interesting didnt expect that lol
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