The Bones of Wrath: Changes

By T.K. Wrathbone

Changes; things we cannot stop no matter how hard we try...

Phropheticus Mothimus: An ancient shaman story of a hybrid moth man creature told by those who’ve seen it, those who’ve become it, and now young Davey is about to find out exactly what it’s like.

Alien Master Cook: Best friends Darcy and Jennifer enter the Trifest Children’s Master Cook Masterclass Cooking Competition along with ninety-eight other hopefuls. As the field narrows weird things start to happen and when it comes down the last two standing, Darcy and Jennifer find out what the real prize for winning the competition is.

The Dead People: Adam wakes up in a cold and isolated underground bunker. How did he get there, who brought him there...and more importantly, why do they want him and everyone else dead?

Rat Finks: Mike, and his kid brother David, are new in town and out to get to know the local kids. But the local kids are disappearing and it all has something to do with sundown and melt in your mouth chocolate chip cookies...

Hu-Bot, I Am: Science has come a long way with prosthetics for humans, but Sam is worried about the new robotic versions and the doctor behind them. Can he bring the secrets and lies to light before the new robotic world destructs around him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.K. Wrathbone
• Release date: Jul 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781925683233

T.K. Wrathbone

Welcome to the spine-tingling world of T.K. Wrathbone!T.K. Wrathbone is a children's TV show veteran who loves watching disaster and creature/zombie movies and TV shows, but not at night.T.K. started writing many a year ago back in primary school, but only started her author career in 2015 with the release of her first three stories and anthology. She will write and release stories until there are twelve Bones books and a special edition numbered 13...For more information visit – www.tkwrathbone.com

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THE BONES OF WRATH:

CHANGES

T.K. Wrathbone

CONTENTS

Propheticus Mothimus

Alien Master Cook

The Dead People

Rat Finks

Hu-Bot, I Am

About the Author

Other Titles

Copyright

PROPHETICUS MOTHIMUS

My eyes slowly drifted closed and then struggled to rise again. I lazily took in the dark depths of my bedroom. It was dark because it was close to midnight and the depths were because of the shadows being cast around the room due to the street light flashing long streaks of orange and yellow around my curtain edges.

My eyes drifted closed again but I forced them open. I couldn’t move. My body was so comfortable in my soft cosy bed. My muscles were lazy, unable to move, to work, to do anything. But then, I didn’t want to do anything.

I was so tired. Not just the normal tired of being at school all day, soccer practice, homework, and so on, but tired in every way; physically, emotionally, mentally. I think that kind of tired is called exhausted and I was feeling it. Badly!

I had full days, so it didn’t help that every night for the past week I had been constantly woken by a flapping sound. Yet every morning when I told my parents they couldn’t find anything. No bird, no bug, no fly. Nothing.

There was nothing there. I felt my eyelids descend for the last time. I wanted to fight it, I did, but I just didn’t…have…the…strength…

F. F. F. F. F. F. F…

What, what…mmm...what was that? I buried my head into the pillow.

Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl…

Mmmm… It sounded as if it was right beside my ear, flapping away.

It was back!

I manically brushed empty air beside my ear and scrambled out of bed, flicking the lamp on beside me, and spinning around to see what it was all in one fluid motion.

I frantically looked everywhere, corners, floor, ceiling, ceiling, ceiling…there it was…

Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla…

Flapping away in the corner of the ceiling was a moth.

A moth! I was so disappointed at this mundane revelation that I stood staring at it while it slowly settled down and sat silently staring back at me.

Yes. That’s what it was doing. Staring back at me. Even though it looked like a small common house moth I had the weird feeling it was staring back at me, studying me, the way I was studying it.

I shivered and shook my head. That’s not possible. I looked around for something to swat it with and picked up an old tshirt. Bunching up the bottom in my hand so it was a long bat-like structure, I slowly moved over to the corner, lifted my arm up behind me, and when I was close enough lashed out and slapped him off the wall.

He fell like a petal, fluttering to the floor.

I watched him as he lay there, on his back, legs and wings flapping…slowly…then he stopped. I quickly grabbed an ugly bowl I had made in ceramics class the day before from my desk and put it over him.

There, no more flapping. I’d get Mum or Dad to get rid of him tomorrow. I slid back into bed, straightened the covers and turned off the light.

*****

Did you get rid of that moth that’s been bothering me? I climbed into the back seat of our minivan after school and dumped my bag on the floor.

What moth? Mum asked as my brother slammed the sliding door. "There was no moth."

The moth I told you about this morning. I buckled myself in and settled back. I told you he was under that ugly bowl on the floor and he’s probably the one who’s been waking me up every night for the last week.

Mum pulled into the lane and my brother piped up beside me. Oooh, Davey’s been scared of a moth, ooohhh ooohhh. He was lightly throwing his basketball in the air.

He may be three years older than me but he can act three years younger sometimes.

"What do you mean there was no moth? I swatted him last night. I leaned forward to look at Mum in the rear-view. He was definitely there."

Well he may have been last night but he wasn’t this morning. She turned left at the main road instead of right. We’re doing some shopping before we go home.

Bert and I groaned and pulled faces at each other.

Now stop that. Behave and you can have tacos tonight.

Yay, tacos, we cheered, the moth suddenly forgotten at the mention of food.

*****

I thoroughly examined my room when I got home and again before I got into bed. Window locked tight, no moths on the floor, or in corners, or behind curtains or even under the clothes dumped in piles on the floor. Nothing! Zip, zilch, nada!

Frustrated as to where it could have gone and to even how it could have gotten out from under the bowl, which was quite heavy; I got into bed and put my hands behind my head. At least I know it’s a moth. It’s just a moth. I snuggled down into my cosy, soft bed. It’s just…a…moth…

F. F. F. F. F. F. F…

Mmm, what…? I drifted in and out.

Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl. Fl…

I frowned and breathed deeply. Not again!!!

Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla. Fla…

My hand snaked out from under the covers and over to the bedside cupboard. Flicking on the lamp I peeked out to see where it was.

Back in the same corner it was last night.

I sat up and looked. That’s not the same moth! This one’s bigger. I crawled out of bed and grabbed my tshirt again. Creeping over to the corner I looked, yep, definitely bigger. Last night’s had been about the size of a ten cent piece. This one looked to be about the size of fifty-cents.

Well, I muttered. Either it grew or I’ve got moths! I raised my arm and swung my shirt, knocking the moth to the floor. I grabbed the ceramic bowl and covered him, then grabbed one of my encyclopaedias and placed that on top. There, you won’t get out now. I went back to bed and fell asleep.

After waking with the sun I got up, dressed and stumbled over to the book on the floor. I grabbed it and got ready to hit the moth with it when I lifted the bowl. Slowly… slowly… and…I…Gotchya—

My hand paused in mid-air.

The moth was gone.

Huh? A few moments later I was digging around in the laundry and dropped a can of carpet cleaner in my search for moth killing juice.

What are you doing? Mum called from the kitchen.

"Looking for