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Skipping Stones Chapter 03: It was late morning on Saturday in the Aurora subdivision, in the hills outside of Seattle. All the families living there were going about their plans for the day, or had already left to pursue whatever they had scheduled. It also happened to be one of those very bright and sunny days with almost no clouds in the sky - in other words, not your average Seattle summer day. There were cars driving up and down the streets, older children riding around on bicycles, and younger ones chasing each other in larger yards with water guns, Nerf guns, or whatever toys they could get their hands on, letting their imaginations

Skipping Stones Chapter 02: Jason woke up with a start. His phone was ringing somewhere in the room. His eyes caught the clock on his wall as he scanned his room looking for his phone. 'Who the hell is calling at 1:00 in the morning? Why the hell does my face hurt? Oh right - falling asleep on my laptop would do that wouldn't it? And where the heck is my blasted phone?' The phone stopped ringing long before he finally found it lying under his backpack on the floor. Jason pulled up the call log and redialed the number. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while he waited for the dial tone. He was about to hang up and fall back to sleep whe

Skipping Stones Chapter 01: 10 years later...... "You don't get it! That's the friggin problem! You just don't get it!" "What's there to get? It's a stupid, unoriginal movie. Good director, yes; premise, yes; good acting, yes. And you can never get enough Ellen Page. But the story's been done before, and it was much better..." "Bullshit! Nolan is a genius for stuff like this! He didn't steal the idea for Inception. - that is all original work, man! How can you not see that?" "One word - 'Paprika'! Satoshi Kon came up with the idea of dream jumping long before Nolan did. And the animation is just spectacular! Inception is a downright You

 There are so many things in our past that we forget about - so many things that affect our future in the smallest of ways. Skipping Stones Prologue: Plik-Plik-Plop! The little boy had been lost in thought, sitting under the shade of the trees on the lake side. The gentle ripples on the surface of the lake had a soothing effect, gently lulling him into a state of quite stasis. He had long lost track of how long he had been sitting there, looking out over the quiet lake. A small section of his mind seemed to think that it heard something - and then chose to return to its quiet detachment, when all at once -- Plik-Plik-Plop! He heard it