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The Sixth Event
Kristen Morie Osisek
Sci-Fi/Time Travel/Romance/Suspense/Dystopian
Evernight Teen Publishing/ 74K words
Eighteen-year-old Raquel isn’t eighteen anymore…

During Raquel’s first semester of college, she witnesses the end of the world, only to wake up in her old room at her parents’ house two years in the past. Even worse, it seems she’s the only one who remembers—until Chris Lyley, a boy Raquel always thought was a loser, tells her he remembers the catastrophe.


Before long, they both discover new abilities. They’re able to understand any language and teleport through time and space.  If Raquel and Chris can figure out what caused the end of their world, maybe they can stop it.






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My heart pounded as my white ceiling greeted me when I
opened my eyes.



 I blinked
frantically, the vision of the rock hitting me still fresh in my mind, the
instantaneous crushing sensation throughout my body fading to a dull, residual
mental ache. Fear crashed and faded in a wave of relief when it all resolved
into the deep blackness of my dorm room.

That had been one hell of a dream.

I narrowed my eyes, still staring up at the ceiling. My dorm
ceiling was gray, not white.

I sat up and turned to the left expecting the glaring green
glow of my digital clock. Instead, I was greeted with the dim shape of a
dresser, outlined in the rosy hue of a rising sun.


My pink and white dresser at my parent’s house.
Shock spread through me, sending tingles down to my toes. My
bedroom was coming into view, not my dorm room.
A stuffed dog sat at the foot of my bed. Instead of the
giant glass window over the football field, my lace pink curtains fluttered in
a warm California breeze, a copy of Teen Vogue sitting on the sill.
I rolled over and stood, grabbing the magazine. Justin
Bieber smiled at me from the October 2010 cover.
Impossible. This was impossible.
“Elsie!” I shouted my roommate’s name. The magazine hit the
floor with a ruffle of pages. The plush, carpeted floor, not the hard tiles of
my room at college.
My comfy bed, complete with a feather mattress, took up the
same side of the room it always had. My computer desk sat at the far side of
the bed, the blocky Dell PC taking up most of the space. A life sciences
textbook lay next to it, the image of a tiger on the front coming into focus as
my eyes adjusted to the darkness. On the floor, my giant shoulder bag from high
school lay with papers strewn around it. I took a step closer, peering at the
letters, my heart pounding so hard I didn’t think to turn on the light.
High school biology notes. I had taken biology in my junior
I fled, my door banging against the wall as I ran to the
bathroom, flicking on the light.
Elsie wasn’t here. I stared into the mirror of my parent’s
bathroom, at my frizzy brown hair. I didn’t look so different. A little bit
shorter, a little bit ganglier. No freshmen fifteen. I still had that annoying
pattern of three pimples that kept coming back on my chin.
But I was still younger. Not eighteen, not a college
A girl in high school. High school. Again.
I stared in shock. This couldn’t be true. It must still be
part of the dream, part of the green sky and rocks hitting me. I blinked hard,
touching my nightgown, pinching my arm until I winced with pain.
“Mom!” I shrieked so loud I thought the mirror would shatter.
“Mom, Mom, Mom!”
My mother came rushing in, her robe pulled tightly around
her. “Raquel, what is it?” Her hair framed her face in an unruly brown cloud,
her eyes wide and face pale. “What’s wrong?” She was as scared as I was.
“What happened?” I shouted as I grabbed her. “What
“What do you mean?” She pulled me out of the hug, looking
into my eyes. “Raquel, what is wrong? Are you sick?”
In the glaring bathroom light, I stared into her wide eyes.
She stared back at me, full of concern, full of worry for her daughter.
“The…I died. There were birds dying, and a rock hit me, and
I should be in college…” I babbled, and she shook her head, gripping me tight.
“Raquel, it was a nightmare. That’s all.”
“What’s going on?” My dad’s voice shouted from the dark
“Nothing, dear,” my mother shouted back. “Raquel just had a
little night terror.”
“At sixteen?” Disbelief and exhaustion edged his voice. “Go
to sleep, Raquel,” he added, mumbling.
My heart pounded harder, even as I shut my mouth, looking
back into the mirror. The mirror in my parent’s house, where a sixteen-year-old
me stared back. My stomach flipped, then sank into my feet.
I was two years younger. The world was two years younger.
And no one else remembered anything.



Kristen Morie-Osisek has always had a fascination with the 
natural world. She is an academic by trade who specializes 
in addiction research, but also has a healthy interest in geology 
and the history of the planet. She focuses on writing science
fiction and fantasy. The Sixth Event is Kristen’s debut book.

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