The Time Of Jeso: A Short Story

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The Time of Jeso By Motiur Muhith The machine creaked. The lab smelled of ancient chemicals. The green vial, half old, half new, was complete. The human workers were leaping with joy. Now a war can be redone, and completed. The back door opened. A scaly, squishy looking creature came out, looking slightly pleased. “We need 2 weeks for the artificial bodies to be created.” he declared. “Is the green vial complete?” “Yes,” replied a worker. “We have completed it. In just two more weeks we can recreate ourselves.” “Continue your work,” the beast said. “The earlier we’re done, the better. We still need to find the remnant of that war. Last I heard, his spirit was located somewhere in Europe, most likely England.”…show more content…
Motsor said. Eve ran out the doors of Elizabeth Williams High, sweaty from playing volleyball in PE. It was one of her worst sports. She was never much of a help on the team. As she was going home, she met up with her friends Jessia, and Andy. They were her best friends since her freshman year. “Anyone doing anything special tonight?” Jessia asked. “I think a party is great on a Friday night.” “You know my usual answer,” Andy replied, eating away at a bar of chocolate. He had a few more in his backpack. “Okay, seriously.” Jessia said. “Just WHAT do you do everyday that you can’t tell us? We’re your friends, remember? And why so much chocolate everyday? How are you not getting fat?” “Well… it’s not something you want to get involved with. It’s more of a life and death matter, so I won’t be telling you much about it. And for the chocolate… I just like it. I know how to control my weight.” “Fine.” Jessia said. A somewhat hurtful look appeared on her face. “But you better tell me how you control your weight like that.” “Ahahahaha! Well just don’t eat a lot of fattening foods. There, that’s weight control!” “Be serious!” Jessia…show more content…
She was begging me to explain to her. And she didn’t even tell her best friend the story. I don’t think she’ll tell anyone else.” “Andy, what’s the definition of a Critical Point?” Mr. Matio questioned. Andy hid the phone immediately and answered. “Points on the graph at which the first derivative is either zero or undefined.” Mr. Matio continued on. Andy resumed the call. “I think you understand why I had to pause.” Andy said. “Well, do you think you can tell her that it’s her soul we need?” “Yea, that should be easy. I bet she’s willing to help. Not only that, but it will show her the past, so she’ll be able to see what happened.” “Okay. After school, bring her to our castle. We’ll start about then.” “That works. But one question: How will I undo the war after we get there?” “Oh, no worries. I found 3 crystals hidden in a base, so I have 5 right now. I’ll just give you 4, which would make a total of 7 for you. That should be enough to wipe out the weak demon race in the past.” “Alright, I’m capable of all that. Bye.” Andy put his phone away and decided to fall asleep for the rest of
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