Galaxy Invasion
Escape From The Planet of The Ant Men
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Jeremy Grant loved the good life. He was a person who knew where to go for a good time. Jeremy liked the bright lights of the stage. Jeremy had settled into a quiet life behind the scenes because the high living ways were not him but the small town version seemed a welcome relief to the hustle and bustle of the big city. Jeremy Grant wanted to perform for a larger crowd again but only on his terms.
Jeremy kept in touch with the old lifestyle. There were people and places that needed to be visited again because they were a piece of the old past. There were strange messages sent by mail or mysterious calls in odd times of the night which were troubling because he thought they were someone else taunting him for a past anger. People who lived his life made plenty of enemies. There were people waiting to make him tabloid fodder.
The calls kept going on and on. People thought he was nuts. Some thought that some crazy person was after him. The guard was up for awhile then suddenly they stopped. The calls were annoying. The nerves were on edge.
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Jeremy Grant loved the good life but something changed his life long agon. The old memory would not die.
Jeremy Grant remembered but dare not mentioned the lost friends as well as those who lived the lifestyle he led. People forgot these people existed after a long time. There were people who hid their escape from a dangerous force as a badge of shame.
Freedom that Jeremy had received was freedom that was fought for with consequences. Jeremy knew he had to put up resistance even if others did not.
Jeremy was tormented because of what happened. People had no clue to how things started. Jeremy knew that trouble would come one day
Jeremy saw the familiar glow from an old memory that seemed to be more and more vivid as time grew past. Jeremy remembered what happened as if it were yesterday.
The memory seemed to rule his life.
About the Author
Lily Sparkletoon is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to enrapture the mind much like an artist wields a brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which to draw from a talent heralded by many and matched only by an imagination that rises to the task.