Day 65_What's dead should stay dead_Dr. Jerkenstein and the Time Machine_A Place to Escape
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Day 65
Day 65The wind uncovered another bunker today, and Elder Simon found some paper inside. He gave it to www.onedoor.ccme and showed me how to use it. I’m supposed to write down what I see so we won’t forget, but I don’t know what there is to forget. There’s only sky and sun and sand. I keep it wrapped up in my blanket when I’m not using it so the wind doesn’t try to take it. Isaiah wanted some, but the Elder said he’s too young. There was food in the bunker too, the kind wrapped in metal, and Xav has to break it open so we can eat. I asked the Elder how it was done, but he didn’t know. Someday I’ll find the e...
What's dead should stay dead
Azel felt a jolt. And his reality changed again. He was in his chair doing his homework, and now he was in the grocery store. He was so scared and confused about what has had been happening for the past two months. Coming back from the grocery store sitting in the car, he felt another jolt this time, he found himself in college attending his class. At that very moment, Azel figured out that from time to time, jolts have no impact on his position but influences his surroundings. Indulged in his thoughts, Azel saw the word "Accident" in his notebook. All of a sudden, Azel was in the car with his...
Dr. Jerkenstein and the Time Machine
Dr. Jerkenstein and the Time MachineDr. Jerkenstein paced back and forth in his lab. He ran the calculations again in his head. I believe I have done the math correctly, he thought. I save my place in history with the time stamp, and I can go forward X amount of years. Dr. Jerkenstein passed the machine back and forth between his hands. The greatest invention in history was basically an old calculator. Reggie squawked and ruffled his pink feathers before he devoured the carcass in front of him. Lyra told Dr. Jerkenstein that it looked like a deer when she found it on the freeway. She billed hi...
A Place to Escape
Relax and let me take you to a place that doesn’t exist. Close your eyes and listen.The building is of stone, ancient bricks once lovingly laid to create a cottage with a thatched roof, that has been both a home and a place of work. The gable ends are home to house martins in the summer and the gap where time has parted the slates from the timber allow bats to hide in the attic, to roost and to raise their young in safety. One level is enough. A large low-ceilinged timber clad room with a four-poster bed tucked in the corner, the kitchenet snuggled beside the fireplace and the little alcove b...