Sci Fi
Time and Tide
.... MARCH Relationships... as far as I can tell, the best ones are between people who are, well, not exactly opposites, but different enough that they're not twins. Take me and Sue Ellen. I get up early, she stays up late. She's a scientist, theoretical physicist. I'm a high school music teacher. She loves sci-fi and conspiracy theories (that's quite a heady mix for a physicist). I'm more of a facts-and-history guy. Thing is, I would be bored to tears living with a carbon copy of myself, and she is anything but. Sometimes she wakes me up late at night to tell me something she's excited about. This night was quite a trip...
By Paul A. Merkley4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler's Regretful History Change
Once upon a time, there was a man named Jack who had the ability to time travel. He was a scientist who had dedicated his life to understanding the intricacies of time and space. Jack was determined to use his power to change the course of history and make the world a better place. Jack had studied the events of the past in great detail and found one moment in history that he was certain, if changed, would have a profound effect on the future. The event was the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, which took place on November 22, 1963. Determined to prevent this tragedy from occurring, Jack set out on his journey back in time to Dallas, Texas on that fateful day. He arrived in the city just as Kennedy's motorcade was passing through Dealey Plaza. As the shots rang out, Jack sprang into action. He was able to intercept the bullet intended for Kennedy, saving his life. The President and First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy were shocked but grateful for Jack's quick thinking. However, as the days went by, Jack began to notice small changes in the world around him. The political landscape was different, and tensions between the United States and the Soviet Union were escalating. The more he looked, the more he realized that his actions had created a ripple effect that was changing the course of history in unexpected ways. He realized that he had made a grave mistake by interfering with the past. The world was not ready for the changes that his actions had brought about, and it was now only a matter of time before events would spiral out of control. Desperate to fix his mistake, Jack tried to travel back in time again, but his powers failed him. He was trapped in this new timeline, unable to undo what he had done. He spent the rest of his life in hiding, knowing that he had changed the course of history for the worse and wishing that he could go back and undo what he had done. He died alone, burdened by the weight of his actions and the knowledge that he had changed the world forever. In the end, Jack's well-intentioned actions had only made things worse. He learned that time travel was a powerful tool, but it should be used with caution, as the consequences of even the smallest actions could be far-reaching and irreversible. The world was forever changed by his intervention, and the ripples of his actions continued to spread through time, affecting generations to come. Once upon a time, there was a man named John who discovered that he had the ability to time travel. He was a brilliant and ambitious scientist who was determined to use his power to change the course of history and create a better future. John had always been fascinated by history and had studied the events of the past in great detail. After years of research, he finally found the one event that he was certain, if changed, would have a profound effect on the future. The event was the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on November 22, 1963. Determined to prevent this tragedy from occurring, John set out on his journey back in time to Dallas, Texas on the fateful day. He arrived just in time to see the President's motorcade make its way down Elm Street. As the President's car passed by, John was ready to act. He stepped forward and tackled Lee Harvey Oswald, the assassin, before he could pull the trigger. In that moment, history was forever changed. The President and First Lady were saved, and John was hailed as a hero. He was taken into custody by the Secret Service and questioned about his actions. John explained that he was a time traveler and had come back in time to save the President. To his surprise, the government was intrigued by his story and offered him a deal. They would help him return to his own time in exchange for his knowledge and expertise in time travel. John eagerly agreed, and soon he was back in his own time, a changed man. However, as time passed, John began to notice strange occurrences happening around him. People were disappearing, and he was being followed by mysterious figures. He soon realized that his actions in the past had created a ripple effect that was changing the course of history in unexpected ways. He was horrified to discover that the government was using his knowledge for their own purposes, altering the course of history for their own benefit. John was in too deep, and he could see that his actions had only made things worse. Desperate to make things right, John decided to go back in time again and undo what he had done. He travelled back to November 22, 1963, and this time, he let events unfold as they were meant to. He watched as the President was assassinated, but he also saw that the country was galvanized by the tragedy, and a new era of change was born. John returned to his own time, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had done the right thing. He realized that time travel was a dangerous tool, and that the consequences of his actions could be far-reaching and irreversible. In the end, John was at peace knowing that he had done what was necessary to set things right. He lived the rest of his life as a changed man, forever mindful of the power of his actions and the importance of making the right choices. John's story serves as a cautionary tale about the dangers of time travel and the importance of respecting the course of history. He learned that the past should be left alone, and that even the smallest of actions can have a profound impact on the future.
By Healthy Lifestyle the story4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Hey there friends! Franki here. I guess this go round, the responsibility of enthralling the masses falls on me. No pressure. Ha! No really, I plan to fully enjoy myself telling a story,so if you’re not entertained, and I say this with love, that’s on you.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Franki was absolutely spot on about the Orion Portal spa. Not only did I get excellent rest and relief from my would be hangover, but I also woke up to find I’d received several other additional services. A mani/pedi cosmic style, nails on the fingers and toes matching in a lovely blue chrome with metallic glitter that seemed to swirl and move. A fresh haircut, not wildly different than what I came in with, but nicely trimmed, and with complimentary styling product that smelled absolutely divine. And unless I was much mistaken, my left collar bone, which in youth I had broken and without medical attention had healed with a bit of a notch in the middle, was now entirely notchless, as if I had never broken it at all. Considering this spa also followed the non-currency structure of many of the other establishments at the Orion Portal, that was one hell of a free spa treatment.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I can’t say with any amount of certainty what Paris, France is like in my own dimensional version of Earth. I have never been. But Paris in my dear friend Fabian’s dimension is quite a fine place to enjoy an evening of food, drink, consciousness enhancing substances and the sort of free love merriment folks in my reality would reserve for Woodstock.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
“Good lord! Guess that Abby is having a rough go at learning the ropes.” I thought to myself as I set aside the well composed letter. Being fairly new to this interdimensional travel myself, I felt awful for both the Abby who sunk the truck and Bernie, who’s lovely home appears to be a vacation destination of sorts for other Abernathy’s. If I’m honest tho, I mainly felt relieved for myself. Strange and unusual tho it was for me to accidentally discover that I could will myself into other realities, at least no one broke into my house to either give me a heart attack or to destroy any of my belongings. For being a new kid at this game, at least I’ve not ruffled any feathers yet.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
I was tootling along at a goodish pace across the countryside in Bernie’s zippy blue Dodge Challenger, enjoying the scenery and with a merry tra-la on my lips as it were. It being a lovely summer day and the landscape in a particularly lush and happy mood, I found my journey highly agreeable. My high spirits, I confess, were mainly due to the simple pleasure I always get from a solo drive-about and not the prospect of what awaited me at journey’s end. Not that I was enroute to my own hanging or anything grisly as that, certainly not. Merely a slight disinclination to the company I would shortly find myself in.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
Greetings and Salutations Dearest Bernie: Please excuse me if I am taking a liberty by calling you Bernie. We haven’t met in the flesh, but other versions of us with whom I am friendly have referred to you as Bernie, and I do hope you and I can also be friends despite the bad news I must be the bearer of.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
“There’s nothing like the sea for soothing sore nerves,” I thought to myself as I sipped a strengthening cup of morning tea. I was relaxing on the veranda, or is it a balcony? Raised type of thing, you know, full of outdoor lounge furniture and overlooking this lovely golden beach in a menacing sort of way. Having recently met myself, absolutely in the extra dimensional flesh and not metaphorically on some head shrinking doctor's chaise sofa, I had found myself stepping out of my living room and into a rather long overdue bit of respite from ye ol’ nine to five prison sentence. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was, but if I had to hazard a guess, I would presume I had dimension hopped into some version of Earth in what I imagined to be the south of France. Not that I had ever actually been to the south of France in my own version of Earth or any other for that matter, but I had absorbed enough literature and pop culture to suggest to me that this is what the south of France would look like.
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
