Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Eighteen
It didn’t surprise Karl at all when the stars began to move. “El—““I know,” Elliot whispered. “The comm—listen.”Karl heard it then, a soft, rhythmic tune. The sounds it emitted were unfamiliar yet soothing. “It fits, doesn’t it? With the way the stars are moving.”Elliot sighed and leaned against the pyramid. “Do you think that aliens are real?”Karl thought about it for a minute. “I would have said no just a couple of days ago. I would have said I h...
Published on July 06, 2015 20:41