From: danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au   
      
   Chronicles of the   
   Children of Destiny   
      
   Kelly   
      
   by   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   Copyright 6177 SC   
      
   Kelly was complex.  She laughed.  She cried.  She shat.  She ate too much ice   
   cream.  Way too much ice cream.  Her thighs complained constantly.  She   
   agreed, in principle, with that being the truth.  She didn't like to, but   
   Daniel chided her her on the    
   virtue of honesty continually, so she begrudgingly admitted the truth.  She   
   hated Katy with a passion.  The bitch always looked trim, taut and terrific.    
   Bitch.  The girl got too much of the bedroom action with Daniel.  But screw   
   him.  She should fuck    
   off, and find a new guy.  Really, she should.  But, no.  She loved the idiot,   
   as naive on life as he really was.  But Daniel had afforded a 'Rights'   
   covenant with God for his stories copyrights.  They couldn't be lost to him.   
   In the eternity of eternity    
   before them, he would always have the ability to support her.  And he had   
   never stopped loving her.  Others had come.  Others had gone.  Daniel remained   
   faithful.   
      
   He had three wives, Kelly, Katy and Taylor.  That had been his final   
   declaration of love.  Kelly knew he spoke truly.  And life was good, in the   
   end.  Life was good.   
      
   She found the afternoons the most comforting, which was her time with Daniel.    
   He breakfasted with Taylor at a morning cafe each day, and partied at nights   
   with Katy, but every afternoon, around mid-lunch, Taylor would disappear, and   
   Kelly would sit down,   
    and be his till mid-dinner that evening.  It had been this way forever now.    
   She had a lot of free time each day because of it, but friends and family   
   filled this time perfectly.  She had never really believed a man could have   
   more than one wife, but it    
   strangely worked with Daniel.  He never really pretended otherwise.  And each   
   day when he looked at her, and each time said it with meaning, that he loved   
   her, and that with her his life was complete, she knew it true.  But there   
   were - other women.  1    
   year each century he would disappear, and return saying he had been seeing his   
   mistresses.  He always said it with humour, but she suspected it quite true.    
   But one year each century was not too demanding.  She liked him now as well.    
   His sarcasm had    
   finally matured into the soft wit on the genuine ironies in life, and he told   
   his jokes well, with warmth and a friendly smile.  He was actually quite   
   comforting on that now.  A divine comedy of life, a truly beautiful disaster.    
   But she had held on,    
   through the tears and the laughter, and God came around occasionally and told   
   her life would work out well for Kelly, and that Daniel was finally growing up   
   - starting to become something special to God.   
      
   Kelly sat quietly in the evenings, though, usually slowly smoking a dozen Port   
   Royal cigarettes, consuming 1 or 2 shots of honeycomb scnappz, and listened to   
   pop music from her youth, staring out the window at Zaphona city.  They lived   
   in Zaphon tower,    
   now, in an upper section, leading quiet lives, going about their business.    
   She listened to her own music most days, and Taylor's and Katy's a lot as   
   well, and sat there in her armchair, watching the city, lost in thoughts of   
   love and life.  They were    
   quiet times.  Ever since the giving of the second divine mystery by Tim   
   Brooke-Taylor, the realm had quietened down, and life, love and other   
   mysteries had taken over.  That was a long time ago now, and even though the   
   third mystery would be given one    
   day, it was not yet.  This age had been, to some, recovery from the passions   
   of youth.  When life had nearly always been original, and there was always   
   much to do, and much to be about,  Names and reputations had been earned,   
   legends had been born, and    
   life had been triumph after triumph.  Yet now, in the quiet contemplations of   
   the soul, calmer waters were being sailed down, and glory slept, and life was   
   the quiet flow of the Sellawon, meandering its merry path, not given to great   
   adventure, not given    
   to exuberant pride.  In the end, much of the eternal before her to be also as   
   such, she often surmised, but the third mystery yet awaited, and life had an   
   inexorable pull still in it towards a conclusion of things.  Yet love   
   remained, and a growing    
   contentment in the heart of Kelly Clarkson in the knowledge she had attained   
   and the peace she had achieved.   
      
   It was good, in the end, was life.  Filled with challenge, filled with   
   unexpected twists and turns but still, ultimately, good.  And therein she   
   found herself complete.   
      
   *   *   *   *   *   
      
   Talzudiel was a Rainbow Torah Noahide.  He kept his faith simple, did not   
   involve any study in the scripture of the Tanakh beyond Genesis 1-11:9, yet   
   studied the Rainbow Bibles of the 7DF occasionally, when he felt the need for   
   a spiritual reboot.  But    
   that was only ever every few thousand years or so, and only when it suited   
   him.  He was not generally religious beyond that point.   
      
   He was a keen sportsman, an angel with ancient records in the Realm of   
   Eternity, some still standing to this day, and he was proud of his   
   accomplishments in life.  He rarely saw his twin anymore - they did not get   
   along - she found him too proud, he    
   found her too cynical, and neither fancied negotiating away these   
   difficulties.  He had his own life anyway, and she certainly no longer cared.   
      
      
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