Cosmodots: 02-Vorpin Trees

By Scott Sigma

How would you feel and what would you do if told you would be "the destroyer of the world" by your confidant, a floating trapezoid? After Susan and Brian touch the Chewotek, their realities are altered. When a tragedy befalls the children, how will Susan resolve what has happened to them? Where did Uncle Claude go, and why did the children’s new friends not warn them of the dangers? Although the children were Scanned, they were not Clocked, so why does this worry the Guide and the Hug? Vlooweeyu and welcome to story 02 in The Cosmodotia Saga which depicts Susan’s journey into the realm of Cosmodotia. “Cosomodots: 02-Vorpin Trees” follows the children through the Chewotek. Won’t you join Susan on a journey to discover what happened to her parents and why her future has a potential dark destiny?
“Cosmodots: 03-Sisters” continues the journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scott Sigma
• Release date: Oct 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310909160

Scott Sigma

"I do not aspire to be the next great writer, a la Chaucer, Steinbeck, or T'Plana-Hath. I do, however, enjoy being a story-teller, which is why my works may be read over a campfire on a starry night to the young and young-at-heart."Scott Sigma* * * * * * * * * * * *Mr. Sigma is the author of The Angelicon Anthology–short stories about the angels in our lives.He is also the author of The Cosmodotia Saga–the stories of ten-year-old Susan Shuford's journey into the realm of Cosmodotia to find the truth about her missing parents.Mr. Sigma has also penned three Christian musical dramas: “Alive? Alive!,” “Angelicon,” and “A Carol Christmas.”He is a mathematician, logic systems designer, data scientist, and data security specialist by profession. Over the course of fifteen years, he designed and upgraded a railroad’s national Safety Information System and solely created their national Health Services Information System headquartered in Washington, DC. This newest system was declared a processing benchmark for other railroads to follow by the Federal Railroad Administration. He also created the logic design of the Health Care Quality Management Tool for a conglomerate medical corporation in Richmond, VA.Originally from Knoxville, Tennessee, he was raised in South Carolina, specifically Charleston and Florence. His literary works often include references to many southeastern state locales. "Southern charm" is highly regarded by Mr. Sigma as an epitomizing example of human interaction at its best. The inclusion of Southern references to hospitality, deference, and mutual respect to others are inherent in his writing style.Scott Sigma is a philanthropist who believes in the ability of everyone to make their dreams come true.

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COSMODOTS: 02-VORPIN TREES

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COSMODOTS: 02-VORPIN TREES

Susan remembered waking in her bed one morning in damp pajamas. She felt tired and when she looked down at her left hand, her brother, Brian, was sitting next to her in a chair. He had fallen asleep against her arm.

What are you doing? she asked.

Huh? said Brian, rousing. Mom, Mom! he shouted, as he ran from the bedroom.

Later, Susan’s mother explained how she had carried a fever for almost three days. The doctor diagnosed a severe case of influenza.

We monitored your temperature with your brother’s help, said Amelia to her daughter.

What do you mean? asked Susan.

I mean... your brother has been keeping a constant watch on you. Since he came home from school on Friday, he has rarely left your side. I even served meals to him in your bedroom the whole weekend. He was concerned for you and gave us the reports on your temperature. See? She held up a list with numbers and times written in her brother’s scribbled handwriting. He has been keeping a log. If you had spiked another fever, we would have taken you to the hospital. The doctor came by the house to check on you when you had the first fever, remember?

No, ma’am, I don’t, said Susan. Brian really took care of me?

The whole time, said her mother.

Susan later thanked her brother for watching out for her during the illness. He shrugged the appreciation away, saying, You’d do the same for me. Susan knew she would have, without question.

When Brian fell outside one day and cut his hand on a soda bottle, Susan heard him screaming from inside the house. She ran outside and found her brother crying, as blood dripped from a large gash in his hand. Susan pulled off her sweater and surrounded his hand with it as she pulled him back toward the house to get help from their parents. She later held his other hand, when the doctor tied four stitches into his injured palm.

The memories faded away into a white nothingness, as a stiffness in her neck vied for her attention.

When Susan awakened, her body ached everywhere. No longer on the comfortable bed in Uncle Claude’s cabin, a harder surface greeted her stiff muscles. She wondered how she fell to the floor without waking. Rubbing her taut and painful neck, she scanned the room and realized the soft, quilted bed on which she fell asleep had vanished. Her uncle’s rose-light lamp with the colorful, frosted glass had also disappeared. The entire room no longer existed! Everything was gone, and an empty white world surrounded her. She pushed upward to a sitting position with one hand. Brian snored, sound asleep next to her on the white… something. She didn’t understand where everything had gone. Susan turned all around and gasped. What has happened?

She turned over to crawl toward her brother and placed her hands down. A vibration passed through her arms. A ripple of energy followed by a wave of calm flowed through her extremities, crossed her body, and exited through the top of her head. The sensation made her scalp tingle.

Oh, that was weird, she said, pausing, as a growing panic was replaced by a peaceful calm. She lifted her hands and with caution placed them down again, but the odd pulsation didn’t repeat. Hmm. She looked at her sleeping brother. His shoes, she said. Brian’s shoes remained on his feet. She touched her