Paul Klostermann

The Not Too Dystont Paul Klostermann

Just another normal mid November morning for Darwin Davidson. He, along with his closest companion Greta, jogged up the inclined road, passing the clock tower, the bakery, and the many other sights, sounds, and smells of Silver Hills. His 34th birthday was just around the corner. The steam from his breath accelerated as he turned around and began descending towards his home near the bottom of the lone hill in the awkwardly named town of Silver Hills. A car caught his eye. It was a car he was certain he had seen before. This time, he found an old man asleep in the vehicle. How long had he been there? Who was he waiting for?The old man in the car at the bottom of the hill would only be the beginning of Darwin Davidson's most abnormal of birthdays. Darwin was going to learn that his destiny and purpose were not waiting for him, they had already been placed inside him long ago. Life in Freemandia would never be the same.