Have you ever had a passion of something you feel called to do? You have the next great idea or you have a dream of doing something that will change the world? Then you know what making history means. Let me share with you a story that has been in the works for a few years, but now I am ready to share with our God Among Geeks family.

I wanted to introduce you to the characters in my novel, Chronolocity Vol I A Fistful of Chronotons.  Over the next few weeks I will share some excerpts from some of the characters in the story and a unique musical version that we are looking at developing.

Meet Levy Mozes Roarke. He is a twelve-year old inventor who has feels he has created an engine that will change the world. Levy’s family has been reduced to poverty and they struggle to make ends meet. There is a lot at stake for him to win the National Inventor Award and finally get his ideas discovered. Maybe it is his destiny to help his family get back on their feet and make history in the process.

 

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 In this scene Levy is working on his Fizz-E-Drive. He is anxious to get it ready for the science fair before his time runs out. 

                      

He holds the circular frame of his prototype engine. Levy adjusts a set of dime-sized gears.   Levy’s finger nudges the gear and watches the belt’s progress. The wheels of opportunity are lining up for me. This could be my chance. I can’t screw this up. He takes a breath. Think clear. Use smart words. Keep smiling.

 His eyes fall on the invitation sticking out of his faded denim backpack. Today is the day everyone from schools across the county checks in their projects. Tomorrow at 9 am, Friday, is when the real magic begins. His finger begins tracing the embossed lettering on the form. He carefully puts it back for safe keeping. It’s weird they decided to hold this NIA competition in late fall. I’m used to the spring when it comes to science fairs. That catches Levy off guard, so he’s scrambling to get his invention done before Thanksgiving break. This is more than a science fair. This is real recognition for something the world can really use.

 No pressure to win this at all. Right. With all this push to go green and find alternative energy, I hope they see why the Fizz-E-Drive is what the country is looking for. I don’t just want a prize or a grant, I want this baby to get into people’s hands.

 

 

Levy keeps a journal. We also get to hear his own thoughts about being a nerd and the stigmas that go with it. He is often caught in the battle with being accepted by his friends and still retaining his crazy-out-of-the-box thinking.

                                     

 I have to speak my mind. That’s another blip on the nerd radar…hm…nerdar? So, I am working on talking like a normal middle school…dude. It’s like learning a foreign language. If I am going to blend in I need to work on my normal…dialog…communication…words.   

I am not a Class One Nerd because I can fit in a social situation without embarrassing myself. I know some guys who are so smart but they don’t get the clue when to stop talking. That’s some Brainiac’s curse, the social setting. It can be some people’s Kryptonite if you know what I mean. They think everyone, even the Normies, are totally into their idea, but sadly that look of brain dead on their face is real. People don’t always get that smart guy or girl.

 

 

 

 

In this final scene, we see that Levy has a temper. Controlling his temper of being controlled by his anger is Levy’s personal Kryptonite. Along with his bad luck and timing, they are a combination that he feels never lets him win.

 

Levy grins. “One step at a time.” He claps his hands together and rubs them expectantly.  I just need it to actually run and then we are in business. Looking at the housing, he gives the stubborn bolt the stink eye. He says a quick silent prayer.

He pulls out his wrench. He carefully braces his arm on the table, clenches his teeth, and slips the wrench around the bolt. “Alright, you stubborn thing.” Levy squeezes and strains. “You will turn and cooperate not bend and snap.” With a wave of his hand, he does his best Jedi mind control bit.

“Now, you darn pig-headed bolt, tighten!” Levy grips the wrench in his right hand, locks on the bolt and puts his left hand on the frame.  He grips so tightly that he can feel the blood pulsating in his hand and wrist.  Levy gives the bolt an exasperated final twist. The bolt snaps off at the head and spins off.

CRACK!

“Holy!”

The bolt thuds into his eyebrow.

“MY EYE!”

He grabs the burning sensation over his right eye.

“AYE!”

Like a chain reaction, the connecting wires and pieces break off, violently. A number of tight copper wires snap!

PING! PAANG PING!

Levy tries to move his arm out of the way but he is a millisecond too slow. He turns abruptly in pain. A trio of lightning fast wires slash his left forearm like a wild cat’s razor nails.

“You…stupid…!”  Levy cries out. He throws his wrench and puts his hand on his eyebrow. It hurts! But, more than anything, he is angry.  “I give up, you worthless piece of junk!  I am FED up with you! Why am I wasting my time on you?”

“It’s too late for puppy dog eyes!” He growls.  “Can you see the red in my eyes? Whew! Boy, you are in for a world of hurt!” At that moment, for that one moment, he does see red. He focuses his pent up rage on the shivering metal invention.

“YEAAAAAAHHHH!” If he had enough upper body strength, Levy would tear his invention in half. No such luck. So, amidst gasps and screams from the other student inventors, whom seemed worlds away, he lifts his pleading metallic victim above his head.

 

 

If this story interests you or someone you know, please check out our website:

You can get the first chapter for free at ChronolocityHQ.com http://www.chronolocityhq.com or at Amazon.com. Want to hear the entire Clock Opera sound track? Check it out on Band Camp. https://theclockopera.bandcamp.com

Your friend in time,

 

G.P. Avants

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       I have to speak my mind. That’s another blip on the nerd radar…hm…nerdar? So, I am working on talking like a normal middle school…dude. It’s like learning a foreign language. If I am going to blend in I need to work on my normal…dialog…communication…words.   
I am not a Class One Nerd because I can fit in a social situation without embarrassing myself. I know some guys who are so smart but they don’t get the clue when to stop talking. That’s some Brainiac’s curse, the social setting. It can be some people’s Kryptonite if you know what I mean. They think everyone, even the Normies, are totally into their idea, but sadly that look of brain dead on their face is real. People don’t always get that smart guy or girl.

 

 

In this final scene, we see that Levy has a temper. Controlling his temper of being controlled by his anger is Levy’s personal Kryptonite. Along with his bad luck and timing, they are a combination that he feels never lets him win.

 

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Levy grins. “One step at a time.” He claps his hands together and rubs them expectantly.  I just need it to actually run and then we are in business. Looking at the housing, he gives the stubborn bolt the stink eye. He says a quick silent prayer.

He pulls out his wrench. He carefully braces his arm on the table, clenches his teeth, and slips the wrench around the bolt. “Alright, you stubborn thing.” Levy squeezes and strains. “You will turn and cooperate not bend and snap.” With a wave of his hand, he does his best Jedi mind control bit.

“Now, you darn pig-headed bolt, tighten!” Levy grips the wrench in his right hand, locks on the bolt and puts his left hand on the frame.  He grips so tightly that he can feel the blood pulsating in his hand and wrist.  Levy gives the bolt an exasperated final twist. The bolt snaps off at the head and spins off.

CRACK!

“Holy!”

The bolt thuds into his eyebrow.

“MY EYE!”

He grabs the burning sensation over his right eye.

“AYE!”

Like a chain reaction, the connecting wires and pieces break off, violently. A number of tight copper wires snap!

PING! PAANG PING!

Levy tries to move his arm out of the way but he is a millisecond too slow. He turns abruptly in pain. A trio of lightning fast wires slash his left forearm like a wild cat’s razor nails.

“You…stupid…!”  Levy cries out. He throws his wrench and puts his hand on his eyebrow. It hurts! But, more than anything, he is angry.  “I give up, you worthless piece of junk!  I am FED up with you! Why am I wasting my time on you?”

“It’s too late for puppy dog eyes!” He growls.  “Can you see the red in my eyes? Whew! Boy, you are in for a world of hurt!” At that moment, for that one moment, he does see red. He focuses his pent up rage on the shivering metal invention.

“YEAAAAAAHHHH!” If he had enough upper body strength, Levy would tear his invention in half. No such luck. So, amidst gasps and screams from the other student inventors, whom seemed worlds away, he lifts his pleading metallic victim above his head.

 

 

 

 

If this story interests you or someone you know, please check out our website:

You can get the first chapter for free at ChronolocityHQ.com http://www.chronolocityhq.com or at Amazon.com. Want to hear the entire Clock Opera sound track? Check it out on Band Camp. https://theclockopera.bandcamp.com

 

 

Your friend in time,

 

G.P. Avants