[ WP ] Everyone is born with their soulmate 's name written on the sole of their foot . Your foot has a name on it , but it is n't written in any known language .

If you're here for some comforting story, I've got nothing to tell you. 
 
 Me and the guy from the futures office sat in a Starbucks, him sweaty on his chair 
 from that nervous tingle you get when what you want to say is `` just do n't fucking know'', 
 but you ca n't say that. 
 I would have preferred that he say that, but of course what he said was a lot of flowery 
 language he thought he had learned well from some university. 
 
 I stirred my tea with the teabag because the guy had n't given me a stick and I did n't want 
 to be in line anymore. 
 
 `` Miss Sunday, I understand you and your parents are concerned but, I have seen many cases where 
 the symbol has been mistaken, or meant to be somethin that it simply was not, we just do n't have 
 all the facts here yet'' 
 
 `` Have you ever seen writing like that?'' I asked him simply 
 
 `` I've seen writing from all around the world on peoples feet Ms. Sunday, all kinds'' 
 
 `` No, that's not what I said'' He knew what I meant 
 
 `` It looks like some sort of Cuneiform, albeit more geometric in nature... it could be, maybe, a 
 tribe or someth....'' 
 
 `` no it's not.'' I tipped my head at him when I said it, I did n't really want to hear it. 
 
 I actually walked out on that terrible meeting.. I'll admit I was a little cold. But in all fairness 
 It was cold that day, and I usually follow the patterns. 
 
 So I went home, I woke my boyfriend up, and made him fuck me. I needed distraction. The only thing 
 I do n't like about Brand, is that one of the reasons he is interested in me is my foot. Not the 
 only reason, he likes my quirkiness, my passion, my bitchy resting face, and of course he loves 
 my ass, but I think he thinks of me as this snowflake among sleet. Because of my foot. 
 
 My foot is a size 6 womens, and according to the foot doctor just a tiny bit wider than the average 
 female caucasian foot. Oh, and it has some shit on it you wo n't *believe*. 
 
 It's written in a language that nobody knows. 
 
 No one. 
 
 At first they thought it was garbled because I was so small, sometimes the full message does n't 
 come in until you're older. They waited until I was 10. Then it was really obvious. 
 
 They brought in Linguists, then case workers, then Scientists. It was on the news for a while, and 
 then everyone kind of gave up. 
 
 Now I'm just waiting. 
 
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 So I'm sitting on a space ship going 7000000 mph. The song `` Magic Carpet Ride'' is playing. 
 
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 I was sleeping. I'm drowsy but upset. 
 
 I wake up and immediately grab the book `` SETI: A history into the Unknown'' as hard as I can 
 into the wall, which flips a picture frame over. `` FUCK!!'' I scream, I sit back down on the bed 
 cry for a while. I look up. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 There is a person... a man... kind of... he is human, but then again he is not, he looks like 
 an apparition but is clearly there, like a smoke man. His eyes, or his orbs perhaps, glisten at me. 
 His body is like a vessel. I feel like I can go in it. I do n't know if I should. I should be 
 utterly terrified. I am not. I am intrigued. I am infatuated. I am instantaneously obsessed with 
 this creature... I am everything with thing being. 
 
 I try to say something to him, only a small squeak, moan comes out of my throat. 
 
 `` Hello'' he says in not only perfect english, but an accent that seems to push the language into 
 another realm of communication.. his voice is an instrument of god. 
 
 `` eh.. hello.'' I manage barely. 
 
 `` I'm Chris. What is your name?''
