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My people are coming for me! Woot!

Kawanee Hamilton

So here’s what happened. I got a junk email, which is usually easily ignorable, but this one almost got me. I’ve never wanted to click on a junk email so very badly before. It’s almost worth getting a virus or my identity stolen over. Are you ready?!

I… (little ol me) got a message from:

The Intergalactic Council!!

*SQUEE!!!!!!* I knew it!!! I knew I wasn’t from here…  *happy dances* Whew, things make so much sense now! Now that I’m outta here, I can tell you that humans are so weird and sometimes not in a fun kitschy kind of way. Ya’ll are weird and my people have come for me. Or will be… so: Peace out bitches!… *settle down….  take a deep steadying breath…. settle down keep reading..*

Okay..

Subject: You have been chosen…

Obviously, they are intelligent beings, they have email and one HECK of an internet provider. HELL YEAH!!! PEACE OUT!….wait… there’s more…

We are a council made up of many different beings from many different galaxies and we…

We WHAT?!!!!!

I have to click to find out. *dies a little* I wanna touch it, but if I do it… I’m pretty sure I lose my identity and my savings and all my passwords are published on the dark webs and my physical address…

but I wanna…

Whoever it is has been paying attention. They know sci-fi is my thing… in the middle of a pandemic where my country is making a ripe mess of things they offer a way out. They know I’m a child of the 80s with movies like: The Last Starfighter, Star Trek and Firefly all my geeky interests. These people get me! They really get me! No please, really come get me, my bags are packed.

Your sorely tempted,
Kawanee

PS. I assume my like-minded friends also got the message so check your junk mail. 😉

Published by Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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