Tag Archives: Dawn Addison

(For those who time traveled the wrong way, here’s your fix.) Another scream rings out from the towering reeds to the right, which shiver as a woman is sent hurtling out of the cover. Dawn lifts her rifle and fires … Continue reading →

(I swear this link will fix the time traveling mishap of yesterday.) With Kara busy with the doctors, Dawn has barely seen her during the last month where she has been assigned random tasks. She has become used to never … Continue reading →

(CLICK HERE TO TIME TRAVEL!) Hurrying to get the chicken out of the frying pan before it burns, Dawn winces at the feeling of hot oil hitting her knuckles. She ignores the pain and wipes her hands on the small … Continue reading →

(Grand Caravan seemed like such a nice place yesterday.) “This looks boring.” “Go away before someone sees you.” “All they’ll see is a curvy hat rack.” “So, it will look like I’m talking to myself.” “But you’re the sane one.” … Continue reading →

(Rafiki was wrong! The past does matter.) The creaking wheels of the stationary bike are no longer grating on Dawn’s ears, the sound having long since become part of the background. Even so, she is thankful when Kara arrives with … Continue reading →

(Can you believe what happened last time?) Trudging through the snowy hills, the travelers stop at the mouth of a narrow pass and stare at the campsite below. A long line of people in heavy jackets lead to a collection … Continue reading →

(Fun fact: Like the rest of the story, I wrote the previous section while awake.) Sitting on opposite sides of a large tree, Dawn and Kara listening to the pounding rain that they narrowly escaped. A blinding curtain of water … Continue reading →

(Check out Part 6 . . . These can’t all be silly.) “Almost there,” Dawn mutters as she finishes climbing the rope. With Kara strapped to her back and their supply bags hanging from her arms, she barely has the … Continue reading →

(Someone left a contact lens at Part 5. Might want to click here and pick it up.) The pungent smell of kerosene lanterns is nauseating and nearly causes Dawn to pass out again. She is saved by a gasmask being … Continue reading →

(Curiouser . . . Curiosuer . . . Curioser . . . Ah, things are getting mysterious.) “Don’t pull that one,” Dawn says as she catches Kara by the wrist. Moving the girl’s hand to another tuft of vegetation, she … Continue reading →