(A/N: Hey fellow Newsies fans, this is something I wrote after a dream I had, but this is just the prologue so be sure to stick around. I don't own Newsies, I only own my OCs.)
Prologue
In my small town of Fallon's Brooke, Missouri, dreams about fate or destiny is about as common as girls receiving Tiffany heart pendants on their thirteenth birthdays. But I would've done anything to know my destiny or fate, but that was before everything . . . Sometimes the past holds more questions than answers. And in Fallon's Brooke, nothing is ever what it seems.
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquility, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
Shadows of shadows passing. It is now 2013, and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how time travel has indefinite sensations, to which end travel is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet time is our most indefinite conception, travel, when combined with a pleasurable idea of time, is time travel. Travel without the idea of time is simply travel. Without travel or an intriguing idea of time, color becomes pallor, man becomes carcass, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless…
(A/N: I hope to update Chapter 1 sometime, but if you couldn't tell already this story will be a Newsies time travel story. Pretty pretty please review! Love you all, and Happy New Year!)