Flip Witch: Practical Guide for Travelling Between Alternate Universes

By Eric Durchholz

Hi. My name is Joe. I am a Flip Witch. Something happened to me years ago. A terrible accident. And I wished to be out of my body. My broken body. While my former friends danced the night away, I plotted my escape.

I learned how to flip between realities and I am trying to get to the one where things make sense. Where people you love...well, they love you back. And until I get there, I'm going to fuck some shit up.

You want to learn the rules? Then get on board. We're going on a war hell ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304335883

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Flip Witch: Practical Guide for Travelling Between Alternate Universes

FLIP WITCH

FIRST EDITION

Copyright © 2013 Eric Durchholz/CONCRETE7

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1-304-33588-3

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Dedication

To John.

Chapter -04

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Jenny agrees to meet me at our once-favorite hangout.

A bar on the East Side.

It goes by the name A Good Yarn and it was previously home to a dealer of rare books, from what I've been told.

The walls were still lined with bookshelves, now devoid of any literature. Just bare shelves holding the occasional ashtray. Smoking was still legal in this U. Thank God.

I have never really cared for the history of the places I've encountered and I've ran into this  establishment several times in my travels through different U's.

In some, it is very much a bookstore.

In others it's a coffee shop.

One time it was a porn store.

But for now,

it's a bar and right now

I am getting drunk.

And smoking like a fiend.

'Cause who knows what awaits me in the next U.

U nevar can tell.

Up until recently, Jenny and I were good hangs, that's a phrase used in this U to describe companions who get along with each other.

In this U, we weren't that good of friends or even romantically involved.

We apparently just hung out and got drunk together.

And we usually drowned our sorrows at A Good Yarn.

There were other bars we frequented, but we always ended up here.

At least in this U.

As I sat there waiting for her, I worried that it wasn't going to go down exactly as I planned and I would be stuck here until the next cycle. 

(Moar about cycles later.)

My relationship with Jenny is complicated. Or was complicated. We were simmering enemies. Or are simmering enemies.

I fucked her over recently.

I mean, I had to. In order to flip...well, I will explain. I mean I am explaining.

Sorry, syntax is off.

Time doesn't really exist the way you think it does.

Language is sometimes a problem in more directions than one.

In some U's, words and phrases have different meanings than in others.

Sometimes a rose is not a rose and it can be confusing for the newbies.

It's just something you learn to deal with.

And I am not even sure which version of English I am speaking most of the time.

(see Different Types Of English Spoken Throughout The U's for more information.)

I sit at the bar alone. There are just a few other people here, but it's still early. A Good Yarn usually caters to a late-night crowd. Their happy hour is from midnight to 2 am. Music is playing from somewhere undefined. It's not a jukebox, nor a radio. It's just music from somewhere. I don't know if it's piped in or coming from a chip in my head. I really haven't had that much time to think about it. Sometimes when I flip, I just accept things the way they are and try not to ask too many questions. People get suspicious when you ask too many questions.

Music is usually always different in each U. Different bands, different songs, different genres. I can't explain to you what genre HipTrop is, you would just have to hear it.  It has drums and it has big choruses and most of the songs are about animals and it was insanely popular a few U's ago. However, big name music acts have been a constant. In every U I've flipped to, there has always been a Madonna, a Prince, a Michael Jackson in varying stages of their career. I could write an entire series of books on pop stars and how they are in different realities. And I might do that once this one is finished. Once I get to the