Kiss My Fate

Chapter one

Hello, My name is Matthew and I live in between. It’s sort of a dream world I call Drem Land. I was six years old when I first learned about the place. In a dream I had, I saw a man trapped in a bubble. I didn’t realize he was trapped until I poked my head in and introduced myself.

Mister, are you Ok? I asked. He was startled to see me. It looked like he was trapped in a clear glass drum and he had his arms and legs spread to try to keep it from collapsing in on him.

How did you find me? he asked me. How did you get in here?

I don’t know, I told him. I just closed my eyes and there you were. I was only six and I didn’t have the answer to everything.

If I move, the drum gets smaller. Can you hold it for me? he asked.

I can try, I told him. I slid inside and he slid out the other side and the red headed man was free. I was now trapped. I stayed in the prison for a few years holding it open in case he came back. That was when I realized that time passed differently here then where I am from. In the bubble, I learned how to push with my mind and make the thing bigger. It gave me room to wander. I kept pushing and pushing the bubble until it was a huge room.

I was safe in this shell but it was as if any thought I had could make it do things. I thought about heaven and what it would be like if you could get there on roller-skates. What if God did talk to you and you could ask any question you wanted just by dropping a note in God’s suggestion box.

As I day dreamed about the fantasy, my thoughts took shape. What world I thought about formed in front of me. Drem Land now had a shape. It looked like a cartoon with clouds and there was a sign that read Heaven is that way  Get your free roller skates here.

I walked into the place where heaven’s gates were. I put a note in the suggestion box.

The place looked like a stage with props made out of cardboard and foam but was real enough to me. Then a voice boomed in my ear.

My question was How many ways are there to get to heaven? and the answer came in a booming voice. How many faith’s are there? - There is an imbalance in the land beyond the looking glass. Find the balance in yourself and return here when your quest is over. Then you will know what you seek—welcome to Drem Land.

Confused as I was, I went to the edge of the gates where the fountain of youth sprung up. I drank heavily before I noticed my brother Steve. He was ten years old.

Matt, I just got a note from St. Peter saying he was going to kick you out until you grew up, he laughed. Don’t drink too much from this fountain. It’s the fountain of youth and you may never grow up.

Now you tell me, I said as I watched him put the sign up. The sign said, Fountain of Youth.

You look like a three year old, he told me.

I don’t feel like one, I said.

Get out until you grow up, and I will take care of this place… what did you call it again?

Drem Land.

Only you could come up with a stupid name like Drem Land, he scowled. Yes, this proves that he is my older brother. I couldn’t figure out why we wanted skates in heaven. Why not motorcycles? He leered at me for a few seconds. Now you’re in diapers again and I am not changing you . You look like you’re two. Will you quit drinking that water?

He was right. I was getting younger. I guess I had better leave or turn into what ever it is you were before you were born. My brother didn’t want me to stick around to find out. How embarrassing.

I started to crawl towards the place I came in and found what looked like a furniture show room. Steve, what is this furniture doing here?

Oh, he said. I built this so we could have a safe place to sleep in here without having to think.

Really? I am in here and I still think. Words were getting harder to form as my mouth got smaller. How does it work?

You picture yourself as a piece of furniture until you turn into it. Don’t ask me, it was your idea, Steve shrugged.

I get it. Take away the senses like skin and eyes and ears and you just stay a stick of wood, I said. Sounds like a good idea. I will just be a coffee table until I grow up a bit and am old enough to get outside and grow up.

I’ll put you to sleep, Steve said in that big brother way of his. He acted like he knew everything and this was the first time in a while that he didn’t come out and call me stupid to my face. He waved his hand over me and sprinkled glitter in my face.

What are you doing? Stop that, I yelled. What are you doing with that glitter in my face?

It’s sand. It isn’t glitter, he told me. Didn’t anybody ever tell you about the Sleep man?

Who? I asked. I could already feel myself turning solid.

The Sleep man puts you to sleep when you’re not tired, he said.

Being three years older made him a walking encyclopedia. He was always playing tricks on me. Showing me how easily I was tricked into leaving Drem Land. It wasn’t much fun with Steve pushing me around even in Heaven. Steve was bigger and even St. Peter couldn’t keep Steve from being cruel to me. I chose to be a stick of furniture for a few years.

I felt a sort of tingle as I felt my shape shift into a coffee table. My sight faded, my hearing went away in the middle of one of Steve’s lectures and my skin couldn’t feel a thing as I became solid oak.

Imagine how peaceful it would be if we could just turn into furniture and not have to worry about feeling, seeing, or doing anything. There in the show room I just turned into furniture. It was a good nap.

When I woke up, there was a man standing over me. He didn’t say anything but he just looked at me. He was wearing black clothing and he had a beard. He looked kind of like my father. I wanted to talk to him, but he just left the minute I tried to say something. I though he might have been one of my uncles but he wouldn’t stay for me to find out.

Chapter two

In kindergarten, I met some kindred. Kindred are spirits that know each other from another life. Destiny was my equal and she had a Chronosyncher. People that know each other from the past can do things that affect each other in the present and future. She had a pocket watch. She was holding it for me. She said it was really mine.

This is yours, she said as she held it out in her hand. The strange thing about it was that I knew what do to with it. What are we going to do today? she asked me.

I don’t know what you’re going to do, but I am going to find out how many ways there are to get to Heaven, I told her as I pushed a button on the top of the watch. The watched opened up from the middle and sprang out like an umbrella. The watch left my hand and floated up in the sky. We could both look at it. It spun around like a wheel. There are new kindred that want to play with us in this life.

Are you going to try to break their curses again? she asked.

That’s the story of my life. You will never guess who we are going to meet in this life. The cosmic calendar or Chronosyncher was good for one hundred years, then it needed to be reset and it just so happened that it was time to reset the thing.

Tell me, she insisted.

The Black Widow and a bunch of spiders, Thunder, The Voodoo Princess and the Dremon Wizard, I said as I spun the wheel. Now the wheel was looking like a blood shot eyeball with lines going every which way from the center. I was tracing the lines. They were lifelines of other ancient people. As I traced the lines, some of them popped out like strands of thread. I worked them back in.

You can’t be serious. Those people have been at each other’s throats since time started, she said.

"Every one made peace to see if the Dremon King would decide to