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I finally got part two done to my story, so here it is, I hate proofreading so its not proofread.
The world spins on one rung, forever and ever, not to be changed in anyway, shape, or form. But one man, a man that has never been to smart, never accounting to much in life at all has set his eye on changing one thing. Time.
It was six in the afternoon of the last day of summer. The sun was brutal that day, seeming to come from the sky swooping down and scorching the earth of its life. This however didn’t come close to the way the earth seemed different in some strange way. Something on the air was substantially different. It was hard to notice, but once you did; trying to quit smoking would be harder then to ignore the sudden change. Yet, it wasn’t. Only one man could see the difference.
The man that would change the world without the world knowing awoke the next day. He stretched like normal, and went downstairs to his breakfast. His breakfast the usual egg, with crispy bacon, and nice fluffy buttermilk pancakes, dripping in savory bright brown maple syrup. This was the beginning of any normal day to this man, a nice breakfast in the morning, a light lunch, followed by a large dinner, usually involving meat of some kind.
Today however was different, he went down stairs, like usual, turned on the light, like usual, and flicked on a small machine, like usual. Unfortunately after that it was not like usual. The little machine did something it had never done before. The machine seemed to come alive, first a little, then a lot. Its small chrome body started jumping around on the table in little jerks. Several lights on the top started blinking in an orchestra of bright red, blue, and yellow. A small tube on top starting jerking back and forth, then more tubes below and around it moving as the air moved through it, moving important machinery in the middle. The little legs holding it started moving in a little dance across the table. Then small holes, first small, then growing larger let steam escape, the air around it started growing extremely hot, as if the sun was in the room.
“Eureka,” said the man staring at the machine in the most fascinated voice.
The machine jerked forward, then back, the forward again. His eyes started following its pendulum like movements across the table. The man thought he was losing his mind when the whole room started spinning in a hurricane of furry. Then it all stopped. Silence filled the room. Something was different. Nothing was the same, yet it was the same. Something out in the yard a dog yelped, a cat whined, the sprinklers went on. Right on time. Something however was different. The man reached the window, and peered outside. His face dropped, his mouth dropped. Outside, five years younger, was his wife. Houses that were built five minutes ago were gone. People he knew, and loved, were gone. Everything was gone. The man stepped back, and looked at the machine.
“It worked. It actually worked!”
The man stepped outside and let the frigid air from the north flow onto his face. He remembered this moment it was nearly five years ago, what was going to happen he wished he would never have to live through again. Five years ago a storm blew in, and latterly froze the entire world in a blanket of 6 feet of snow. Power outages ran rampant, and with no power came the dreadfulness of constant cold. “Nothing is more disheartening then constant cold.� a quote from The Dark Tower a book that wasn’t even in existence at the time came to his mind. He starts to wonder to himself why he would come to this date on the eve of the blizzard of ’99. But he drifted that thought to the back of his mind and continued on.
He walked down the steps and onto the walk; a strange feeling flowed through him. These were warning signals but who knows what something is if you have never seen or felt something before.
A gate faraway squeaked open, another of those mysterious feeling swept though him. The gate slowly opening, and the man turned to look, pure stupid if he knew what was going on. As he turned a strong feeling overcame him, and he made a move forward, of course when he moved forward a feeling swept through him. This feeling was different, it was full of pain, a sharp pain that slowly went from his gut and flowed through his veins to his brain. Millisecond by millisecond crept buy, the pain getting more and more intense. The world around him was still moving at a normal speed but he seemed to be in a bubble where time was different. The gate opened. The man had time to see his wife, to she how beautiful she was five years and two children earlier. How he wished he could see her face, but he knew, he didn’t know how he knew, he wouldn’t, somehow her not seeing him was keeping him in this world. She slowly started turning around, this time the pain sharper then ever, he was glad though even though certain doom was to come. Let me see her face he kept telling himself. But he never would, his bubble became bright, and the pain slowly subsided, but he couldn’t see anything in the bright light. Eventually darkness started flowing in. He collapsed to the ground, but there wasn’t one. His eyes snapped shut he lay in nothingness, somehow in-between worlds, and then he died. Time had corrected itself, and unfortunately there was nothing he could do.
~Fin~
Authors Note
Now you are probably wondering why he died. What exactly did the poor man do? Simple actually, he messed with time, and time had to correct itself. Time has no way of sending someone forward or back, at least in my mind, so it just eliminates them from existence. Why didn’t I just bend the rules? Well why not. It is actually impossible to time travel, and I made this story show how it was in a weird way. Think about this: If you go back in time and kill your mother before she had you, she is dead and problem solved. Wrong she never had you so you never killed her, and you never went back in time, yet you did. Confusing right? Its called a time paradox, and no matter what you do you will run into one. I feel that if you do go back in time, the moment you affect something will happen to you, this story is just when of my interpretations. I actually believe that it is impossible to time travel but what would be the point of a story about time travel without any time travel? I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading.
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There you go, please leave comments.
 Cracovin · Sat Mar 19, 2005 @ 05:43pm · 0 Comments |
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