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The World of the Unknowns: The Discovery

  By Nadia Bethell

  Copyright 2013 Nadia Bethell

  Cover Design by Paul Dean Coker

  Coastwise Communications

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  Table of Contents

  Preface.

  Chapter 1. The discovery.

  Chapter 2. Not quite a pleasant entry.

  Chapter 3. John learns and speculates.

  Chapter 4. John’s flying lesson.

  Chapter 5. Megan learns of consequences of flying.

  Chapter 6. A temporary escape.

  Chapter 7. Questions multiply.

  Chapter 8. Traveling through the walls.

  Chapter 9. What is freedom?

  Chapter 10. Is there a way out?

  Chapter 11. John is having fun.

  Chapter 12. Books from Bradley’s backpack.

  Chapter 13. Bradley designs a trick for John.

  Chapter 14. In front of a closed door.

  Chapter 15. The door from the other side.

  Chapter 16. What price are you willing to pay?

  Chapter 17. Train is the way.

  Chapter 18. Back with the family.

  About the author.

  Other books by this author.

  Preview of the World of the Unknowns: The Rescue.

  Acknowledgements.

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  Preface.

  “Mom, what are these notebooks?” I heard my daughter call out.

  I sent her play in her room and sat down to work on my presentation for the conference. I didn’t really feel like getting up and checking what those notebooks were. My computer was already on, the instructions for the presentation on the screen, and I was ready to emerge into my work.

  But Rachel was already carrying in a large box with a black marker label “STORIES”.

  We moved into this house when my daughter was a toddler, in a rush, like all our moves were. The boxes were unloaded from the truck into the garage, and it took a few years to really settle down and organize. Boxes, for the content of which I felt no immediate use, were stored in the garage or on top shelves in the closets. This box, “STORIES”, ended up in my daughter’s closet, and this is where it was found five years later.

  Rachel already opened the box to check what was in it, so when she put it on the table, we could very easily get to its content. When I was a kid, my hobby was to write stories, and I had quite a few of the notebooks written way back when my family lived in Russia. When my parents immigrated to America, I continued to write, at first in Russian, and then in English when I started to pick it up at school. Writing remained my hobby when I became an adult, but of course I had much less time for it when I got a full time job and had kids.

  On the very top inside the box there was a notebook titled “The World of the Unknowns”. This is what my daughter saw when she opened the box, and this title provoked her curiosity. I took the notebook out and flipped through the pages. The familiar story ran before my eyes.

  “This is the story that I wrote after your Dad told me what happened to him and his friends when he was in school,” I told Rachel, putting the notebook down onto my lap. “This is just the first notebook, there are many others. This story is quite amazing. If you like, we can read this story before bed,” I suggested.

  “Sure, sure!” Rachel jumped in excitement. “Can we start today? I can’t wait to find out what these Unknowns are!”

  “The Unknowns are very evil people who had created a very tyrannical society,” I began, forgetting about my presentation. “But, I should say, they WERE evil. Because Dad and few other brave people, who went to their world, helped them to get back on track again. And, who knows, how many people from our world were rescued because of your Dad. But I am getting ahead of myself…” I stumbled, seeing the computer screen out of the corner of my eye.

  “Mom, please, how did this happen?” Rachel pleaded.

  I felt like I wanted to re-read the story myself and remember how it all happened. I checked my tomorrow’s schedule and decided I would have enough time tomorrow to work on my presentation.

  “Ok, we can start now, but of course, we won’t be able to read it all,” I said, standing up and moving to the couch. Rachel ran behind me.

  “Let’s call Brian!” she suggested and dragged her brother out of his bedroom where he was working on a project.

  My kids sat down on the couch next to me, I opened the first notebook and started reading.

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