White Noise

By James Field

One professor. Two aliens. Three timelines. A yellow bathroom sponge could forever link their destinies and save our universe.

Professor Maurice Masterson is Europe's head of extraterrestrial investigation and incomprehensible phenomenon. He's attended many séances where spiritualists claim to receive messages from the spirits. Part of his work is to keep an open mind and investigate such cases. So far in his career, he's exposed each testimony as a hoax.
But then his bodyguard declares an alien has possessed him; an alien with a mission to save our universe from imminent collapse. The alien needs help, involving a journey through space and time—and a yellow bathroom sponge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Field
• Release date: Apr 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9788293174202

James Field

I was born in Essex, England, in 1951.My early days of work as an engineer led me to Norway where I met my future wife Kari. She moved to England where we married and raised our two daughters. We moved back to Norway in 1985.My wife and I now live far in the north, well within the Arctic Circle, in the land of the midnight sun. Life here is slow and comfortable, blessed by unspoilt nature and its magnificent moods.Being creative in the written form gives me vast pleasure. I hope, dear reader, you will take a break from your world and lose yourself in one of mine.

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White Noise

A Cloud Brothers Short Story

James Field

Copyright © 2013 by James Field

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Contents

Foreword

1.WHITE NOISE

Afterword

Foreword

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WHITE NOISE

Professor Maurice Masterson shook a curious dizzy spell from his head and checked the time on his pendulum clock. Excellent, another few minutes and he'd devote his attention to the television.

Without warning, the old-fashioned, hulking, concrete block of a telly hissed with a deafening roar, and its glassy screen fizzed with white spots.

Damned contraption. The professor knew how to restore the picture. All it needed was a well-placed fist applied to the left-hand topside with exactly the right amount of force. He'd done it so many times that he'd given his cure a nickname: The Big Bang.

The professor was above average height, but not tall. His three-piece tweed suit sat perfectly on his lean and erect body. Despite his age, somewhere in the mid sixties, he prided himself on his fitness. He could out jog, out wrestle, and out box most men