was safely within my cooking repertoire. After I finished eating, I did the dishes and went outside. Our house was the rear unit in a lot of three, so I had plenty of privacy. I’d never get a better time to get some more practice.
I vaguely thought about getting out some more mugs to practice on but it had been pretty obvious from my earlier attempts that I needed to try something different.
In a burst of inspiration I hurried into the garage and rummaged through the storage boxes. It wasn’t long before I found what I was looking for. It was an old horseshoe game. It was something that I’d played as a kid. I think it was a gift from my grandmother for one of my birthdays. I hadn’t played it in years.
I sat down on the concrete floor in the garage, a ring held balanced on my palm while I slowly let the particles wrap around it. I didn’t have much trouble looping the thread through the hole and around the ring. I didn’t need anywhere near as much control. The family cat looked at me, annoyed that I had disturbed it when I had been looking for the horseshoe game.
There was a noticeable creaking noise and an indent on the ring where the thread was gripping it. The ring didn’t break, but it did look like it was undergoing an enormous amount of pressure. I held the ring in one hand and had the particle whip around the other. All I needed to do now was remove my hand.
The ring fell to the ground. The particle whip had stretched from my hand to accommodate the distance. I tried several more times before I figured out the trick. I focused the particles from both hands into one thread, trapping the object between my two hands. The ring hovered in mid-air. I could cause it to rise and fall by altering the pressure from either hand.
Brilliant!
The cat and I exchanged brief amazed glances at the ring floating in mid-air. It didn’t take long before I figured out how to get the ring to rotate and turn in the air, but I soon grew bored of this. What I really wanted to try was throwing the ring at the post telekinetically. My eyes narrowed with concentration as I tried to gently throw the ring onto the wooden pole about three metres away. ‘Gently’ being the operative word. The results were spectacular. I applied what I thought was a little amount of power as I attempted to launch the ring at the post. I hadn’t even really aimed at the post. Anywhere close to the post would have been fine.
The ring left my hands with a speed I hadn’t anticipated and disappeared with a shower of leaves as it tore through the bushes on the far side of the yard. There was a dull thunking noise as it hit the brick wall that separated our houses. The cat glanced at me with curiosity before heading over to inspect the damage.
Investigating, I found it had gouged a chunk out of the brick wall. The impact had wrecked the rope ring. Now that it was broken I could see that the rope had been wrapped around a small metal ring.
The metal was also snapped neatly in two. I stared at the ring in disbelief. I had broken it in two by doing nothing more than throwing it. I investigated the chunk missing from the brick wall and realised that the only way I’d normally be able to do this kind of damage was with a sledge hammer. It was frightening, awe inspiring and so totally cool all at once. I needed to try again, but I’d take a little more care this time and avoid throwing things at the wall.
I grabbed another ring from the collection and tried again. It was a little easier to wrap the particles around it this time. I was so elated by my supposed improvement that I lost control of what I was doing and ended up jerking the particles to one side.
With a metallic shriek the ring tore itself into two. The first piece imbedded itself in the ground inches from my foot. The second piece shot straight up past my face. I felt the air whoosh past me and my hair flutter in its passing. It took several seconds before it returned back to the ground.
I vaguely thought about getting out some more mugs to practice on but it had been pretty obvious from my earlier attempts that I needed to try something different.
In a burst of inspiration I hurried into the garage and rummaged through the storage boxes. It wasn’t long before I found what I was looking for. It was an old horseshoe game. It was something that I’d played as a kid. I think it was a gift from my grandmother for one of my birthdays. I hadn’t played it in years.
I sat down on the concrete floor in the garage, a ring held balanced on my palm while I slowly let the particles wrap around it. I didn’t have much trouble looping the thread through the hole and around the ring. I didn’t need anywhere near as much control. The family cat looked at me, annoyed that I had disturbed it when I had been looking for the horseshoe game.
There was a noticeable creaking noise and an indent on the ring where the thread was gripping it. The ring didn’t break, but it did look like it was undergoing an enormous amount of pressure. I held the ring in one hand and had the particle whip around the other. All I needed to do now was remove my hand.
The ring fell to the ground. The particle whip had stretched from my hand to accommodate the distance. I tried several more times before I figured out the trick. I focused the particles from both hands into one thread, trapping the object between my two hands. The ring hovered in mid-air. I could cause it to rise and fall by altering the pressure from either hand.
Brilliant!
The cat and I exchanged brief amazed glances at the ring floating in mid-air. It didn’t take long before I figured out how to get the ring to rotate and turn in the air, but I soon grew bored of this. What I really wanted to try was throwing the ring at the post telekinetically. My eyes narrowed with concentration as I tried to gently throw the ring onto the wooden pole about three metres away. ‘Gently’ being the operative word. The results were spectacular. I applied what I thought was a little amount of power as I attempted to launch the ring at the post. I hadn’t even really aimed at the post. Anywhere close to the post would have been fine.
The ring left my hands with a speed I hadn’t anticipated and disappeared with a shower of leaves as it tore through the bushes on the far side of the yard. There was a dull thunking noise as it hit the brick wall that separated our houses. The cat glanced at me with curiosity before heading over to inspect the damage.
Investigating, I found it had gouged a chunk out of the brick wall. The impact had wrecked the rope ring. Now that it was broken I could see that the rope had been wrapped around a small metal ring.
The metal was also snapped neatly in two. I stared at the ring in disbelief. I had broken it in two by doing nothing more than throwing it. I investigated the chunk missing from the brick wall and realised that the only way I’d normally be able to do this kind of damage was with a sledge hammer. It was frightening, awe inspiring and so totally cool all at once. I needed to try again, but I’d take a little more care this time and avoid throwing things at the wall.
I grabbed another ring from the collection and tried again. It was a little easier to wrap the particles around it this time. I was so elated by my supposed improvement that I lost control of what I was doing and ended up jerking the particles to one side.
With a metallic shriek the ring tore itself into two. The first piece imbedded itself in the ground inches from my foot. The second piece shot straight up past my face. I felt the air whoosh past me and my hair flutter in its passing. It took several seconds before it returned back to the ground.
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