Force
Book 2
The Threestone Trilogy
By A.R. Rivera
The Threestone Trilogy is an original science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction tale created and written by A.R. Rivera.
This series is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, objects, locales, or any other named or unnamed thing is unintended and coincidental.
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Preamble
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World Two
Other Means Of Travel
All In A Daze Work
The Wheels in My Mind Go Flat
Going Back To Cali
The One Doing The Screwing
World Six
Strange Day
Bearers Burden
Here I Come To Save The Day
Modes of Transportation
Definitely Not In Kansas Anymore
Click Your Heels Together Three Times
Adventures in Baby-sitting
Ninety-Nine Problems But a Kid Ain’t One
Insert Sarcastic Commentary Anywhere
Clear As Mud
Oh The Irony
When In Doubt Kick’em In The Nuts
World Eight
Observations
Cobwebs
Super Slow-Mo
Three Days and Counting
Straight Trippin’
Carry Me
Keep On Keepin’ On
Natives
Look, Everybody, I’m Indiana Jones
Eighty-Eight Miles/Hour
One + Nine = Confused
Another Life
Steaming Pile Of Awesome
Schooling Me
Much Easier Than It Looks
A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma Smothered in Horseshit
It Starts With M and Rhymes With Turder
I’m Like a Bird The World Is My Toilet
Maca-freaking-roni!
My Dearest Abigail
Killing With Kindness
Force
[fawrs, fohrs] Noun.
Physical power or strength possessed by a living being.
Strength or power exerted upon an object; physical coercion; violence: energy, power, intensity.
Having the power to influence, affect, or control; efficacious power: Law, unlawful violence threatened or committed against a persons or property.
Persuasive power to convince.
Mental or moral strength.
Forced, forcing: Verb (used as object):
To compel, constrain, or oblige (oneself or someone) to do something.
To drive or propel against resistance; to bring about effect by force.
To obtain or draw forth by or as if by force.
To extort.
*Dictionary.com*
All things are lawful for me, but not all things are helpful;
All things are lawful for me, but not all things edify.
— I Corinthians 10:23
Preamble
WHOSE TO SAY WHERE a story really begins? Is it when a door opens or when a character makes an entrance?
All stories begin with action and actions begin in the mind—just like the door that had to be thought of before it could be carved, fitted and hung on a frame to open in the perceived beginning. It has to be there for someone to walk through. Then the lines are spoken and gesticulations made. Action is executed, inspiring reaction.
Thought is the doorway and by virtue of its’ existence, action becomes unavoidable.
So, where did my part in this twisted tale begin? That’s easy; it was the same place as yours—before we existed, before conception, before your mom met your dad. Before, even, they were born. As my dearly departed Grandmother used to say whenever she referenced an occasion that took place before my time, “When you were still a twinkle in God’s eye…”
You have to know that all of this was predestined, predetermined, orchestrated and carried out by your forefathers and left for you to pick up and carry on to the finish.
The stones are your baton, your legacy, Gerry. You were made for this.