Discovery (Science of Psionics Book #1) by Dave Renol (sad books to read .txt) 📗

that she saw me turn toward her, andthen Sara swung an axe at my back. It also dawned on me that intrying to warn me, her message hit my brain before it hit myears.

She had used telepathy.

Chapter 11

Linda: New Experiences

I felt foolish as I realized too late thatMark wasn’t in any danger. From the way the axe bounced off ofnothing in mid-air, it appeared to be some sort of defensive test,but my warning shout was instinctive. Mark held up a handindicating for Sara to stop her swings, and looked at me like I hadsuddenly grown a second head.

“Do you know what you just did?” he askedme.

Confused, I shook my head no.

“I heard your warning inside my head a splitsecond before you actually spoke it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked in disbelief.

“Definitely,” he affirmed. “Hold off guys, weneed to look into this before we lose it.”

Waving off his ‘attackers’, he motioned foreveryone to follow him to the seats around the fire pit. Once wewere all settled, he turned to me and simply said “Do thatagain.”

I threw him an irritated look beforeresponding. “We’ve been over this already after the deer incident.Maybe I can really do it, but I have no friggen clue how to do iton demand.”

“Maybe it has something to do with strongemotions,” Carl interjected. “I’m guessing that you saw the axeswinging toward Mark and were afraid for him. If that’s the case,then try and concentrate on that exact moment in time and use thatfeeling as a guideline to send him another message.”

Still somewhat doubtful, I tried to as heasked. I stared at Mark and thought back to what happened earlier.I pictured the axe swinging toward his back and remembered thesudden surge of fear. “LOOK OUT” I had said. As I thoughtthis, I suddenly saw Mark duck and hold up a hand to his head.

“Jesus, not so loud!” he gasped.

“You heard that?” I asked. “I didn’t actuallysay it this time.”

“You better believe it. I heard it, and heardit loud. Try again,” he urged.

“What should I say?” I thought.

“What should I say,” he echoed back to mewith a grin.

Startled, I thought “This reallyworks.”

“Yes,” he replied, “This really works.”

“What does it sound and feel like? Is it justlike hearing normal sounds, or is it flat and monotone?” Carlinquired.

“It’s just like she was speaking into my ear,or yelling as the case may be.” Mark answered.

“It’s your turn now, smartass. Not anotherword out of me until you can do it yourself.”

After Mark repeated my message out loud, Carlurged him on. “You can do it, show her who’s who.”

He struggled with it for several minuteswithout success before admitting defeat.

“Noob,” I teased him, throwing as muchscorn into it as I could.

“Blow it out your ass, I’m trying as hardas I can!” he angrily replied.

“There ya go. I knew you could do it if youhad the proper motivation.” I said out loud

“You heard that?” he asked, sitting upstraight in surprise.

“Yes,” I replied mentally, “Ithought about what Carl said, and chose to say something that mightengage your competitive nature.”

“Thank you. That was an awesome idea! Thisis so friggen cool.”

“Anytime hon,” I replied. After a fewseconds of thought I added “I think this is getting easier now.I don’t have to put quite as much ‘Oomph’ into it as I did for thefirst couple of times.”

“That’s good to know,” he thoughtback. “It seems that figuring something out is the hardest part.The rest is just practice, like anything else.”

“Yup,” I agreed happily.

“Hey guys. Don’t forget about us here. Youcan send each other mental love notes all night if you want, butkeep us in the loop here,” Sara complained.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “To put it simply, itseems that we figured out how to talk to each other now.”

“Telepathy,” Carl interjected.

“Yeah, and figuring it out was the hard partit seems, as we can ‘talk’ much easier now compared to the firstsubconscious attempts.”

“Can you read my mind?” Sid askedtentatively.

I shook my head negatively. “It doesn’t workthat way. All that we can do is to send each other our thoughts, wecan’t read them.”

“It probably does work that way,” Carlopined. “But as you said, the hard part is figuring out how to doit the first time. Give it a try and tell me what I’mthinking.”

I stared at Carl and tried to get a readingof what was going on inside that egghead skull of his, but to noavail. I finally pointed a finger at him and theatrically replied,“You’re thinking how great it would be if Sara made us her famousfried chicken for dinner tonight. In addition, you are thinkingthat you should go and pick us up more beer.”

“That’s not what I was thinking!” Carlsquawked.

“No? Well, it sounded good to me.” I replied,as everyone else started to laugh.

They both agreed without much fuss and gotready to head to town for supplies. Sid offered to go along for theride so he could pick up stuff to make potato salad, which wasabout the only edible thing that he knew how to make. Once I heardthe car head off down the gravel driveway I settled back and askedMark what they discovered during the afternoon.

After he finished going over all they haddiscovered, I told him about my trip with Sara, which I felt to betame in comparison. Our entire discussion was done telepathically.I experimented with duplicating Marks latest tricks, and found themto be really easy. They were variants on what I already knew, andhaving the exact description placed right into my head beat averbal description by a country mile.

I had to laugh at some of the wild ideas thatCarl came up with. Using telekinesis to win at golf or bowlingmight be fun once, but cheating never remains fun for long. I alsofelt that it would be disrespectful of the athletes who were goodat a sport through natural ability, training, and talent. I feltthat everything that happened did so for a reason, and shaving afew strokes off of a round of golf wasn’t what this was for.

After dinner we sat around discussing optionsand plans. Carl was free to stay all month with