Time Travel 2

Time Travel Stories Magazine

Mrs. Schick’s Classes, May 2011



Time Thieves by Alyssa W.

They heard the jingling of the mailman’s keys as he came up the front cement steps

to the house. Carrie, who is 9 years-‐old, straightened up in her chair so she was sitting

upright. Every day this happens–Carrie gets home to eat her after-‐school snack as she

listens for the mailman to come. While she is eating her snack, she either looks out of the

huge picture window in the living room or opens the front door and opens the mailbox. This

little girl has a lot of energy in a tiny body.

“Do you think it will come today, Eddie?” Carrie asked eagerly. Eddie–Carrie’s 16

year-‐old brother–groans. This one question has been asks every single day for the past

month.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said lazily, “and I really don’t care. Why do you care so much?

It’s just one piece.”

“Just one piece!?” Carrie exclaimed.

“Uh oh, here she goes again,” Mom and Dad said in unison. Everyone in the family

knows that when Carrie goes off like this, her rant will go on and on until she gets her point

across.

“I know it is just one piece, but it is the last piece to the secret invention! You

remember that I joined that club where you get a part of an invention every month for two

years. I love technology just as much as you, you know,” Carrie said matter-‐of-‐factly.

Carrie sprinted to the door to check the mail. While she sifted through the mail

looking for the package that contained the last part to the secret device, she knocked all of

the rest out onto the sidewalk. Once her fingers touched something rock hard and cold,

Carrie pulled it out immediately. Carrie ran inside without even thinking about where she

was going and headed downstairs to the basement.

Assuming, by the way Carrie ran through the house that the package came, Carrie’s

mom yelled down to her, “Let us know when you’ve finished honey!”



While Carrie is off to working on the contraption, everyone else went back to what

they were doing–Mom in the kitchen cooking and cleaning, Dad reading his magazines–

which he had to pick up off of the sidewalk–and Eddie playing his ZSphere 1080.

A little while later, a BOOM, thud, and a series of pounding came from the basement.

Carrie ran up the stairs with tears streaming down her face. “It broke! All of the parts,

ruined! I worked so hard on this stupid thing and now–“

“Sweetie, calm down,” said her dad comfortingly. “Now, tell us how this happened.”

“Okay,” Carrie sobbed, “I’ll tell you. I finished the invention and I thought it was some

sort of ray. I was going to test it because everything looked right and then once I let go of the

trigger, the whole thing just blew up! Look at me!”

Carrie spreads out her arms to let her family take a good look at her. From head to

toe, she had a burnt look. Her skin had peeled in some parts, and her long blond hairs had

turned slightly black from the tiny explosion. Parts of her clothes had been burnt also.

“I’m sure 2315 has all of the parts you need to redo your invention or, who knows,

that year may have it all put together already,” said Carrie’s mom tenderly.

“I guess,” Carrie said grumpily.

Carrie was left alone to go to her room, when Eddie came in and said gently, “I

wouldn’t mind helping you look for what you need in the future.”

“Really?” Carrie asked.

“C’mon,” Eddie said, “let’s go.”

The two siblings made their way down to the basement. When they got through the

identification process of their eye and fingerprints, the painting of a door on the wall turned

into a real door. Keeping this room a secret was crucial. This was the room where the family

stored their futuristic technology and other contraptions. In one section of the room was a

computer that takes up a whole wall. Another section of the room stored the workspace and



blueprints for machines no one in the present had ever seen. Going into this room was

normal for Carrie and her family.

Hidden from the view of the door was the reason of this space. A time portal that

takes you anywhere you wanted to go. This wasn’t a time portal you could just walk into.

You had to take a flying car, which Carrie’s family had, but no one can see it. It’s invisible.

“Well, we better get going,” Eddie said. “Let me just grab the keys to the car. You go

ahead and get in.”

Eddie stepped around the corner and came back with something that looked like a

small pin. He pushed it into the ignition and off they went. This wasn’t the first time Carrie

had gone into the future, but it seemed scary to her every time. Who knows what could

happen?

Once they got sucked into the portal, they saw a big city with people all around just

like they would in a normal city. But this was different. The city wasn’t built on the ground,

and people weren’t walking on sidewalks. Instead people were using rocket shoes and flying

cars to get around in a city that was floating in the air. Everything was a chrome color which

made it all look polished.

Eddie parked the car in front of Smarts. Smarts is a store that sells anything you need

to make a new machine. From gears to triggers, they have it all. Carrie gave the list of parts

to the store’s clerk when he noticed that most of the parts are very old. “Um, excuse me

miss,” the clerk speculated, “but it seems that these parts are not around anymore. May I ask

where you got this list?”

“Oh, I made it. It is from a club that I joined back in –“. Just before Carrie could say

where it was from, Eddie clamped his hand over her mouth. He figured Carrie was going to

say “the present”.

“Excuse us just a moment, sir,” Eddie said apologetically. “Carrie, don’t you

remember that we cannot tell anyone that we come from the year 2011 anytime we travel

to the future or the past?”



“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” Carrie said with a worried look. Carrie forgot that the people

here, in the future, didn’t know about time travel. “Then do you have an invention with all

these parts in it?” Carrie asked the clerk

“No, I’m afraid not,” the clerk said.

“Well then, Carrie, do you want to just go back home?” Eddie asked.

With a sad look on her face, Carrie said, “I guess so.”

As they went back through the time portal to the present time and got out of the car,

Carrie noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She paused for a second and Eddie

gave her a weird look. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked.

Carrie doesn’t seem to notice Eddie’s question. She looked around the room in search

of whatever–or whoever–she saw. She turned around the corner and she was surprised to

come face-‐to-‐face with a person. “EDDIE!” Carrie screamed. The figure puts its arms up as if

to say “be quiet”. “SOMEONE IS IN HERE!”

Eddie ran around the corner and grabbed Carrie away from the mysterious person.

“Who are you?” Eddie questioned.

The figure slowly crept out of the shadows and into the light. The way it moved made

the person even creepier than it was. Once the mysterious figure was completely into the

light, the kids could see it was a man.

He was a tall, skinny man with somewhat of a Mohawk at the front. He seemed to

look like a semi-‐normal man. Something about the clothes was different though. The man’s

clothes had a little shine to them and his shoes had rockets on them. The man may have

looked like somebody from the present to anybody else, but Carrie and Eddie could tell just

by his shoes, that he was from the future. In fact, he looked a lot like a person they had seen

in 2315.



“I’m Gideon. This is a nice place you got here,” Gideon said coolly. “I followed you

through your time portal to wherever we are. You two looked a little suspicious to me. Now

tell me, what year are we in?”

“Why don’t you tell us why you’re here first,” Eddie asserted. Carrie was standing

behind Eddie, cowering over his shoulder.

“Fair enough,” Gideon agreed. “I know what you and your family do. You go into the

future and take things that are not yours to take. I happened to hear your little conversation

at Smarts. I just wanted to let you know that that could ruin time. If you even let one type of

futuristic technology be seen by a present day human, it could be the destruction of time as

we know it.”

Just then, the time portal started to shake wildly. “Uh oh, this doesn’t look good,”

Gideon warned.

“Why? What’s happening?” Carrie whimpered. She was just about to run upstairs

when her parents barreled through the door. Carrie’s mom was going to say something, but

suddenly, they all got sucked into the time portal. As they went back through time, their

clothes changed from present day to futuristic clothing.

“Hmm, this is odd,” Gideon observed. “Usually people only change clothes when you

can’t go back to the present.”

“Are you telling me we can’t ever return to the present?” Carrie pointed out. If their

family could never go back to 2011, Carrie wouldn’t be able to see her friends or relatives

ever again. She could never live in her house with the rest of her family. Carrie was starting

to get sad now.

They landed with a start and since their mom and dad have never time traveled

before, they had to get used to the rocket boots. Mom and Dad just stared at the city around

them, marveled.

“So if we can never go back,” Carrie’s dad implied to Gideon, “does that mean we

have to stay here for the rest of our lives?”



“Yes,” Gideon answered. “I am very sorry.”

Their family does love futuristic technology, but how were they supposed to live the

rest of their lives in the future? Gideon started by showing them around the city cautiously.

He knew that Carrie’s family was still a little afraid of this new life they were going to live.

There they were, taking in what their new life will be for the remains of their lives.



A Thousand Lifetimes by michael T.

I woke up. The lights stood and stared down into my eyes. I blinked rapidly, I couldn't

remember what happen. Then they came, memories flooded me. I start to check my

restraints, all of them were tight. I had to escape before I was sent back. I refuse to be sent

back in time to die. I was guilty of the charges, but why was creating immortally bad? I had

tested it out on me of course -‐-‐ and there was my answer I wouldn’t die. I could live on till

this time and get my revenge! Yes all I had to do was avoid any paradoxes. I would avoid all

opportunities to mess up. I would change nothing. My body relaxed.

Then the ancient machine started up. My vision blurred. I felt separated from my

body. I had never time traveled before I had assumed it would be fast. Yet it felt like an

eternity.

Then I woke up, thankfully that had been a dream. Then I panicked I wasn’t in

Celestic. I sat there in an open field. So this is what 1000 B.C.E looked like.

I had grown up in Celestic a massive sealed city. There humans had learned all the

basic things to live. We had stayed there ignorant of the outside. The year was 5021 then.

Now I was free, in the past, and in want of revenge. I had no idea how to start. So I stayed

there in that open field. When night fell I saw the night sky, dotted with stars. This was the

first time I saw this. I had read of the sky’s beauty, but never had I seen it. In Celestic we had

live with a dome over our heads. The atmosphere on Earth was said to be toxic in my time, I

had yet to find why. I had no worry because the bugs in my body could change anything to

oxygen.

So I just had to wait. And I did, in time after many wars and famines, I arrived at mine

time. There was very little to note about my journey through time. I will of course note two

important events; the war of 4535 and my meeting with a good friend of mine.

I met my friend in the year 3016; he was designing machines of mass destruction yet

he was a genius who would change the world for better. He would die in an accident which



made sure his body was destroyed; I knew it was going to be faked. He also might make

inventions that will lead to immortality. I plan to make him immortal. I had a plan set out.

All I had to do was waiting, for the right time.

When I spotted him on High King Street, I yelled “Do you want to the chance of a million

lifetimes.” He kept on walking. “Come on Madervic, are you not curious?”

He stopped “Who are you?”

“Ah now you listen.” I mocked as I pulled out my knife and stabbed myself in the hand. He

had turn around just in time to see this. I yanked it free. I held it up as it healed instantly. He

was startled and intrigued.

He stuttered “How did you do that?”

“Well aren’t you the listener now. How to start hmm, well in my body are little electronic

micro bugs that know my body’s blue print, if something goes out of place-‐-‐ they fix it.

Because of them I’m immortal. Do you want to be?”

He hesitated “Yes as you said ‘The chance of a million lifetimes’ who could resist that? There

is a catch no?”

“Yes all you have to do is keep it secret and fake your death in 5 years.”

“Fine, so what do I do?”

“Swallow this pill.” I handed it to him and sealed this deal like many other times.

Years later I met him in the war of 4535. He had replicated my micro bug and put it

in machines. These machines were called spider 8s. They were used to change the war.

Imagine a laser set on eight legs which could not die. That summed them up. There was five

created and they save humanity. He said it was horrible and he regretted it. I praised him.

Human lives lost tallied very high, but if not for the spiders the world may have

ended. The atmosphere became poison to breath except to some animals. The survivors hid



or destroyed any of the research involving the spider 8s. The machines themselves couldn’t

be destroyed and so were hidden.

Seven sealed and filtered cities were made for the survivors. One was Celestic. After careful

thought I decide that revenge was not worth it. Time had taught me that at least. I could not

go home for fear of a paradox. I never returned to Celestic. This ends the beginning of my

life. It is far from the end. I plan to write a more detailed account later when I arrive at the

city of games, Balsilcal. There I will once again play in the history of mortals.



Everything Changed in the Blink of an Eye by Madi Y.

It was raining the day of the accident. The air was thick with fog when Dr. David Lewis

became conscious again. He opened his eyes to see his wife’s crumpled body next to him.

She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing. Her body lay like a rag doll, with her head hanging

out the shattered window of their black suburban.

Panic stricken, he began screaming at his limp wife. “Rachel! Rachel! Get your head

out of the window! Honey, come on!” He grabbed her arm and began to shake her. She didn’t

move. Dr. Lewis could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He jerked his head around to see

his 2 children. They would have looked as if they were asleep if it weren’t for their red-‐

stained clothing and the frozen look of terror on their faces.

His family, his world was gone. He was the only one who survived. The best he could,

David reached for the door handle and fell out of the car. He tried to stand, but his legs

wouldn’t support him. The horror of what had just happened was affecting his body. With

everything he had in him he managed to drag himself to the passenger side of the vehicle.

His wife’s curly, red hair fell around her face. He gently pushed it out of the way. Her blue-‐

grey eyes were looking straight at him, but seeing nothing. She was so beautiful. He wiped

the blood, trickling down her cheek like a tear, away with his sleeve. He looked into her

empty eyes.

David Lewis rarely cried. The last time he did was 3 years ago when his mother had passed

away. He wouldn’t let anyone see him when that happened. But this, this was different. He

didn’t care about the people getting out of the cars around him. He didn’t care that everyone

in the intersection could see him. He lay down on the black asphalt, and he cried.

The paramedics came about 2 minutes after he began to weep. David watched helplessly as

they took his wife and his kids’ bodies away.



He screamed at the man who was preparing to pick up Rachel, HIS Rachel. “You get away

from her! Don’t touch her!”

“Sir, calm down” a paramedic said to him.

He couldn’t see who it was, and he didn’t care. With all the power he had left in his body he

got up and tore the man, about to pick up his wife, away from the crumpled car and stood

between them. No one was going to touch her.

He began to yell, to scream at the people who were trying to help him. He didn’t even know

the words he was saying, he just wanted them gone. Everything was a blur for a second, and

then it went black.

Dr. Lewis woke up in a hospital room. Alone. A bag of liquid ran through a needle in his

arm. He began to remember what happened.

The Lewis family was on their way home from dinner, they were riding in the car and

talking and laughing, about what David couldn’t remember. It was raining, hard, and there

was fog. He must not have seen the red light coming. Later he was told by people at the

scene that he drove through a red light and was hit in the rear by a car crossing the

intersection, killing his children. Then he was hit on the passenger side by a car going the

opposite way, but also crossing the intersection, killing his wife.

How could he have missed it? David had never gotten a driving ticket in his whole life. He

was a careful driver. He was driving that night because his wife had had two glasses of wine

and he had just drank water. He began to cry again, hysterically, and a nurse had to come in

and give him an sedative.

After being discharged from the hospital, and being in a medically stable state, Dr. Lewis

went back to his empty house. He visited each room in the house. He went into his and his

late wife’s room. She had neatly made their bed, in a way only she could, before she left for

work that day.

Brandon, their son, his bedroom was the next. Brandon loved baseball. He wanted to play

for the Detroit Tigers when he was older. It was an unrealistic, but fantastic dream. His



room was cluttered with baseball magazines, balls, mits, and bats. The room looked so lived

in, that David wouldn’t be surprised if he heard his fourteen year old son say to him, “hey

dad” in the happy way he always talked to his father. But no one said anything. The room

remained silent except for the heavy breathing as David tried to hold back tears.

His daughter, Lily’s room was last. She was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Just the other

night he had been helping her with her math homework. And now, now she was gone. He

regretted all the nights he was too busy with his research to help her, he thought their time

would never run out.

Time. That’s what he revolved his life around. All those countless hours, he spent looking for

a way to travel into the past. The night of the accident he was almost done with his research.

He would be the first man to go back in time. They were late for leaving that night because

he was on a breakthrough. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t held his

family up. Would they have gotten to the restaurant earlier? Would they have missed the

red light? Would he still have his family?

That’s when he got the idea, the idea that might bring his family back to him. He would go

back to the accident and save his family.

He didn’t take calls from relatives. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t even eat. He just worked. Dr.

David Lewis would not stop working until he was done, until he had his family back. After

four days without rest, he finished his research. His life’s work was finished. He prayed to

God that he had his calculations right, that he didn’t screw up anywhere along the way. Now

he had to build it, the time machine. He took all of the appliances in the house, the oven, the

microwave, even the toaster, for metal for his machine. He took apart the pipes in the sink,

anything that he could find that would serve as useful.

Twenty-‐seven days passed before he finished the machine. This machine would change his

life. Dr. Lewis stood back and admired his handiwork. It looked like a bunch of scrap metal

stuck together, like an art project, but inside, it was alive. He crawled inside the contraption,

through what used to be an oven door, and sat cross legged on the cold floor. He pushed

some buttons, taken from his microwave, and set his destination time.



He was thrown back, and he experienced the force of four positive g’s. The Top Thrill

Dragster, that came out in 2005 when he was thirteen years old, had just as much force. It

was like riding a roller coaster, but not at all a smooth ride. He would have been thrown

around the capsule had it not been for the gravitational pull. Everything went black.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the suburban with his family. They were laughing

and talking again. In a panic he realized what was about to happen. His family was going to

be ripped away from him again.

He slammed on the breaks, but the car didn’t stop. It slid through the crossroads on the slick

pavement. He couldn’t let this happen. Everything around him seemed to be in slow motion.

He didn’t have time to think.

He would NOT lose his family again. He reached down and pushed the read button that held

his restraint in place. Dr. David Lewis threw himself in front of his soon to be diseased wife’s

body.

He looked at her, the last thing that he would see, the last thing that she would see, and he

said these words, “I love you.”

Then it was over. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. No one would travel back in

time, because Dr. David Lewis died on April 4, 2047. He died in a car accident with his

family.



Truth, Trust and a Time Machine by Mackenzie G.

Dear Journal, April 15, 2087

I found my dad’s old notebook today. He wrote about the introduction of

Unificationism back in 2065. We are one of the last families to practice Christianity in the

nation and maybe the world. The supreme Commander of the nations made a new religion

called Unificationism. It includes every world religion except Christianity. He never

explained what made Christianity wrong and we are taught not to question him. As of now

we practice with only minor discrimination and persecution but I feel that will not last long.

-‐ Isaiah

The date is May 22 and the year is 2087. I am Isaiah Mark Fisher and I live in the former

United States although it hasn’t been called that for over 60 years. I live with my father,

Paul, and my mother, Lydia, and all our extended family. I am 12 years-‐old, 5 foot 6 inches

tall and weigh 160 lbs. I don’t know why anyone needs to know that stuff but I figure at my

execution – I’m getting ahead of myself, here I am thinking of my execution when I haven’t

even committed treason yet. Well, technically we are committing a crime but no one will

turn us in. We are all Christians, which as of last week is illegal, so we’ve gone underground.

We have all pledged our lives to our Savior at any cost and that cost is growing everyday.

Supreme Commander is getting more and more serious about getting rid of Christianity and

I fear it won’t be very long ‘till we have a bounty on our heads. I don’t understand why

Christianity is so wrong, why the Bible’s false, why we are condemned. Condemned. “There

is therefore now no condemnation…” Only God and us believe that now, this government (if

you want to call it a government) condemns us because of the Bible I just quoted. I will find

out the truth, even though if caught, it would cost my life. I would be executed just like I

mentioned. Now I know how I’m going to do it! I will prove the events of the Bible true one

by one. The best way to prove something true. Experience! I’ll go and watch them happen!

The Time Machine; invented in 2044, old fashioned now but it’s the best a fugitive Christian



boy can get. It has been in our cellar since 2060 when my dad got it for his 13th birthday. It

sill works too! My first stop on my quest for truth will of course be the beginning. The very

beginning; creation. I'm not sure if it's possible but I'll try and just press zero.

With that Isaiah Mark Fisher took off on his journey for the truth. With a flash of light

and then total darkness, Isaiah had arrived. He stayed in the Time Machine afraid of the vast

nothingness below him. All of a sudden a voice broke the darkness. A voice so loud it shook

non-‐existent time to the core. “LET THERE BE LIGHT!” the voice commanded with such

authority that the very fiber of Isaiah's being quivered under its sheer power. All of a

sudden the darkness lit up in response to the voice and Isaiah could see that all that was

below him was water. He knew that the voice was none other than the Lord God Almighty.

Over the next six days Isaiah watched as the world which he only vaguely remembered (for

man had changed it so much) was formed out of the nothingness which he had been afraid

of. He wept when saw God make Adam and Eve leave Eden because of their sin and he knew

he had to move on. Isaiah continued his journey through the old testament stopping to see

the tower of Babel, Noah's ark, The Red Sea crossing, Jericho, Samuel, Ruth, David, Solomon

and more. He stopped next in Israel by the Jordan River. He saw a man (whom he knew to

be John the Baptist because of his camel hair clothes) baptizing people, and another man

walking slowly towards the river. The man baptizing saw him and yelled “Behold the Lamb

of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!” Isaiah knew that the other man who was

joining John in the River to be baptized was his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Overwhelmed

with joy, Isaiah couldn't stay on that one scene there were still many to come. He continued

through Jesus' ministry watch in awe as the blind were given sight, the lame made to walk,

dumb could speak, the sick healed and even the dead raised. He also observed the Pharisee's

rising anger at Christ and he knew that this happy scene would soon end. Isaiah saw the

raising of Lazarus and the conversion of Nicodemus. Then he watched in disbelief at the

hypocrisy of palm Sunday and the betrayal predicted at the last supper. He then saw the

disciples and Jesus go to the garden of Gethsemane and he saw Jesus weep out prayers to

his Father about a terrible “cup” he had to drink. Isaiah could only watch as Judas and the

soldiers arrested Jesus and took him to court. The whole trial was a blur to Isaiah as his

Lord was beaten so savagely that he was almost unrecognizable. He wept in the Time



Machine as they made Jesus walk up to Calvary with another man bearing his cross, and

couldn't bear to hear the nails being hammered into his hands and feet. But he made himself

stay, he needed to see all of it. He cringed when Jesus cried out to a God who had turned his

back and with a with a final sob he watched the Son of God cry “IT IS FINISHED!” and die. He

fast forwarded to three days later at the tomb of Jesus when the women came and saw the

angels and told her that Jesus was alive! He saw Jesus appear to the two on the road, the

disciples in the room, doubting Thomas and more. He watched with longing as Jesus

ascended into heaven and ached for his return. He moved on with vigor wanting to see it all.

He saw Peter at Pentecost, Paul and Silas in prison, and he was there with John on Patmos

when he saw the visions. Finally, when he had gone through the entire bible he pushed the

buttons for home, but while he was doing so Jesus appeared in the Machine and spoke to

him. “Isaiah Mark Fisher, hello my son, you have believed why did you come yourself to

see?” Jesus asked lovingly.

“I want to prove it to the rest of the world, Lord, I want them to believe too!” Isaiah

said eagerly “but none of them do, and we've had our lives threatened because of our belief

in you.”

“I know ,dear son, what you face and I want you to have faith anyway. As I said

before “In the world ye shall have tribulation but be of good cheer; I have overcome the

world,” Jesus comforted him.

Overwhelmed, Isaiah ran into the arms of his savior and thanked him for dying. “ Thank you

so much – wait – Lord, am I going to die if I do what you have asked?”

Jesus sighed with a smile, “Yes, my son, you will be a glorious martyr for the cause of Christ,”

“When?” inquired Isaiah

“That I cannot tell you, but I will see you again. Good bye my son, run with patience the race

before you,” Jesus encouraged and then disappeared.

“Wow that was the Son of God that I just spoke to!” Isaiah recounted in awe, “ He said I

would die. Well, I plan to do my best to run my race before it happens,” Isaiah decided with



determination. I wonder how I'll die.... Isaiah's thoughts trailed off as the Time Machine

landed safely back in the cellar.

Wow! I saw everything and now I know I can prove Christianity is true! I don't know

when my death will come so I better get started. Let's see, who to start with – I know! The

street corner is always a good place to start! Hey! Hey, you! Do you know Jesus? Yes, Jesus

you know the Son of God! Alright then I'll tell you about him...

Isaiah continued like that for days and led many, many souls to the Lord. He treated

every moment like his last and those that he helped find God gave him much needed

protection. He taught them everyday and encouraged them as Jesus had done for him. He

ran his race triumphantly and outraged all the officials who couldn't seem to track him

down. He made such a difference that the Supreme Commander himself heard about the

young boy who was trying to revive Christianity – and was succeeding! The Commander

was mad – He sent out word saying that if anyone turns Fisher in there will be a great

reward! However, no one could catch him, he traveled both by air and by ground with jet

packs and normal old-‐ fashioned cars. He always traveled light – with nothing actually –

everything he and his group needed was provided by either God directly or from donations

from people who were told to help by God. Either way they were well taken care of in every

circumstance. But then one day Isaiah Mark Fisher had his very own experience with a

Judas. One of his crew – Graham – was captured. They had all promised their silence about

one another, but Graham cracked under the torture and revealed Isaiah. Graham was given

his reward which he took despairingly and was exiled. Isaiah and his crew however were

captured just as they were getting ready for another round of street preaching. All were

taken to the head quarters in Central command. Isaiah was separated from his friends and

placed in the highest security the prison had. He was allowed to go and witness his friend's

trials and sang softly as one by one they were sentenced to death. When Isaiah's turn came

for trial he was taken to the very room of the Supreme Commander of the Nations. He stood

firm before the ruler of his world and knew that beside this human leader a demonic king of

the world stood scowling and waiting to see another Christian killed. He bravely refused to

bow to the Commander – as was required – and began to speak. He was immediately



doubled over by a police baton to the stomach but the Commander told Isaiah to stand and

speak for his life. With great effort the boy rose and began to speak.

“I will not speak for my life as it is not mine to speak for. My life is in my God whom

you cannot kill. I gave up my life for life from God a while ago and my new life cannot be

taken away. Commander, I went back in time and saw the Bible's truth with my very own

eyes and I will not stand by as a mere man tries to overthrow the words and truth of God

Almighty. You may kill this body but you cannot kill the seed that has been planted in hearts,

It will continue and some of my friends got away. You cannot stop the truth and try as you

might you will lose this war and I have already won through Christ. I have run my race, I

have finished my course and I, Isaiah Mark Fisher, have kept and shared the faith!”

The supreme Commander rose and brushed a mock tear from his eye. He bellowed, “

That was touching but you have committed treason against my government and you will

die. GUARDS!” With that Isaiah was hefted to his feet and marched out of the room and

thrown into a cell. Oddly enough they placed him in the same block with his friends and

they sang. Although the cell were equipped and designed in such a way that there is no light

and no doors or windows, they could hear each other and sing praise. The guards had

thought of everything the cells were like worm holes, you are pushed at what looks like a

wall and sucked, then deposited in a black room. As Isaiah sat on the unseen floor he heard

a familiar voice speak to him and it filled his heart with joy. “ Isaiah, you are doing your

work perfectly. Bearing it with patience even though you can hear those that you brought to

the Lord dragged to death with every hour. Don't be sad for them though, they have joined

my Father and are happily awaiting you. Your time is close, my son, but you will bear much

pain before it. Bear it like I did, without a word. I will see you very soon,” Jesus spoke

reassuringly

“Lord, is there some other way that I can meet your Father, can you just take me now

without the pain...” Isaiah pleaded.

“No, you must suffer this to prove to the leader of your world that I reign. This is your

Gethsemane, and you must bear your cross and follow me, as I said in the scriptures. Be not

afraid, neither be thou dismayed, for the Lord thy God is with thee withersoever thou goest,”



Jesus reminded Isaiah as the Lord's voice slowly faded out. The next morning Isaiah was

torn from his cell and beaten savagely in front of the Commander and his counsel. Bleeding

and in pain he was chained to a wall to wait for his execution the next morning. In the

morning Isaiah Mark Fisher was taken off the wall and brought to a court yard. Before him

stood the executioner with the light sword that would shortly send him to Heaven. He knelt

by the block and laid his head down.

Thank you Lord for allowing me to be a witness. I have fought my fight and I see you

on the right hand of God. I'm coming I can feel the heat of the sword, but I'm not scared. I'm

smiling and I think I'll give my Lord one last praise in this earthly body. What can wash

away my sin nothing but the blood of –.

The guards were questioning who this boy was speaking to as he gazed into the

vacant corner with a smile on his face. The Commander had told all the guards to attend so

they all stood and cheered as the sword came down and ended Isaiah's life on Earth. But,

outside the unguarded gate the gathered Christians heard the cheer and raised a cry of their

own! They stormed the fortress and broke through to the courtyard. The guards rushed at

the brave Christians but they were determined to win for Isaiah. They fought their way

through the guards to the Commander himself. Isaiah's father fought to keep himself from

killing the Commander right there with the light sword he had taken, and instead pushed

him from his throne onto the courtyard floor. Paul Fisher asked the Commander that had

killed his son which he would prefer, to be executed or to give up power. The prideful

Commander chose death a walked to block on which Isaiah had been killed. He knelt and

Paul himself ended the ruler's life. The former Supreme Commander of the Nations opened

his eyes and gasped at what he saw before him. A huge throne towered above him, and on it

sat a man that could be described in no other way but as divine. Trembling, this once proud

leader asked, “Who are you?”

“I am the One the Only, Almighty, King of Kings, Supreme Commander of Creation.

God,” The man thundered at the whimpering man.

“Of what religion, Lord?” He asked rather weakly.



“I care nothing for religion, I care for truth! You denied my truth and killed my

people, even children! I am the God of the Christians, of Isaiah Mark Fisher, whom you

killed,” The Lord bellowed.

The man on the ground that once called himself supreme, was now humbled beyond words

and could do nothing to defend himself against the accusations. Finally, the Lord stopped

and looked down at the miserable wretch at his feet. He looked at him in grief and love and

spoke. He said, “ Man, I died in your place and gave you a way to salvation. You killed my

people and didn't accept my gift. I want you, but alas, you have made your choice and justice

will be had.”

Two angels took the weeping man and threw him into a pit, behind the throne a boy cried.

The Lord turned around and asked the boy why he wept and the boy replied saying how he

thought that the man would accept Christ after the boy's death and now he was lost.

Ten years later, things had changed on earth the Christians were free and more were

accepting Christ than ever before. The story of Isaiah was never lost and many enjoyed

hearing it again and again. Many found it amazing how a boy could change so much only

three things. Truth, trust and a Time Machine.



The Forest by Rebecca Jung

“Can I please have that new game?”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“You have enough games… now go to your room”

“Why”

“For being disrespectful”

“Ugh I hate you… a dinosaur gets more than I do!”

Jake was so upset that he stormed out of the house. His mom of course followed but he

got away. Jake continued to run and run until he got to the forest line. Ever since he got lost

in there last year he’s been afraid to go back. After a moment he finally got the nerve up to

go back in-‐ knowing his mom would never look there. As Jake ran through the forest he

noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a small silver ball.

“What is this?” said Jake as he picked it up. It was a lot heavier than it looked. As he

looked at it he noticed a small crack. Then before he new it the small ball opened with a

burst of light. “Wow I don’t feel very good”, said Jake weakly. Then he fell to the ground.

When Jake woke up he had no idea were he was, until he turned around. Jake was

standing next to a great big dinosaur! He was scared to death and he wasn’t sure if he

should run or not. At this point he really didn’t have a choice because the dinosaur started



running toward him. Jake didn’t know were to go it was millions of years in the past

anything could happen. Jake knew that, so he was extremely cautious. Jake found a little

bush that he was able to hide under. After about two minutes the dinosaur was gone and

Jake was safe again-‐but for how long? It took a while to figure out how he got there, and

then it hit him! “I’m dreaming! I must be dreaming because there is no way this is possible. “

Okay wake up Jake, wake up!” After ten minutes Jake realized he wasn’t dreaming, then

another idea hit him. “It must have been that shiny ball I found earlier, maybe its some kind

of time travel thingy.” “Oh NO! Were is it? “If that’s how I got here then it must be how I get

back.”

Jake spent two hours trying to find it but he had no such luck. Just then out of no were

CRACK Jake slowly turned around and saw it was his “old friend” the Tyrannosaurus Rex

back and ready to eat! Jake could see the fire in his eyes from loosing him the first time and

wasn’t planning on it again. So the first instinct from Jake was to RUN! And ran he did, right

to some rocks and hid in the cracks. The dinosaur fortunately for Jake could not reach him

with his small arms. Hours past and Jake couldn’t get out and it began to get cold out. Jake

wished now that he just respected his mom’s wishes and he would have been home safe in

his bed. Jake began to tear up and before you knew it he was crying knowing nobody could

see him in the middle of nowhere. But what Jake didn’t know was just two rocks over was

the shiny ball he had found earlier it was still cracked open and was listening to every word

he said.

When Jake lifted his head he was back in the woods again! Jake was so happy he never

ran as fast in his life to get back home. When he finally got there it looked like the cops were

just leaving-‐probably looking for him-‐and his mom was crying on the porch. Jake quickly

ran and gave her a hug telling her how sorry he was for everything. Sorry herself she

forgave him and they went back inside were Jake went to sleep in his bed feeling closer to

his mom then ever finally appreciating what he had.



Wagner Cryogenics by Mina Y.

July 20, 3050

Keith dreamed a lot. He didn’t remember the last thing he experienced that was real.

It felt like he had been in this dream state for years, but tat was unreal. He awoke to a man

in a strange suit standing over him.

“Welcome to the future,” the man in the strange suit said with a friendly smile.

“Where exactly am I?” Keith asked the man standing before him.

He answered everything Keith wanted to know, “Wagner Cryogenics, July 20, 3050.”

Keith felt like he was going to faint, maybe someone was playing a prank on him, maybe he

was dreaming. This couldn’t be true. Keith was just in the year 2050, about to be promoted

to assistant manager at Lee’s Pizza.

“How did this happen?” he was overwhelmed with questions, yet somehow this was all he

could say.

“I’ll leave that to Edward,” he gestured for Keith to follow after him.

The man in the strange suit led him down an immaculate, white hallway and stopped

in front of a keypad that seemed out of place on the wall. He entered a 6-‐digit code, and next

to it, a door appeared.

“Come,” he beckoned with his head for Keith to enter the room, “You have to meet

your welcoming educator.” They walked farther into the room-‐ which was the color of a

morning sky-‐ until they came to a table, and a man entered the room from another door that

hadn’t been visible before.



“Hello, I am Edward, Edward Ferrars,” the man introduced himself, “I will be your

welcoming educator. Meaning I will be helping you adapt to your new environment for the

next two months.” He politely put his hand out to greet Keith-‐ it was strange how courteous

he was, like in Jane Austen movies.

After he left the lab, Keith had to find his only living relative, a great nephew of his-‐

John Wiloughby. To find him, he had to go to the address Edward had given him, through

one of the ‘TransTubes.’ A ‘TransTube’ wasn’t hard to find, they were everywhere-‐ making

up for the lack of cars, Keith supposed. He stepped under the tube, typed in the address he

was given, and pressed ‘enter.’ Keith was immediately sucked up into the tube, twisting and

turning, until the tube twisted him up, then gently placed him on the sidewalk in front of a

large red building. He entered slowly-‐ it was empty except for a front desk occupied by no

one, and a stairwell just adjacent. When Keith reached the top of the stairs, he saw a man in

a white coat absorbed in a gadget he was working tirelessly over.

Once he introduced himself, Mr. Darcy-‐ Sir Darcy was his great nephew’s name, he

found-‐ offered Keith a job at his inventing company as his assistant. Knowing he was

probably not qualified for many jobs in the future, he took the job without hesitation. He

noticed that Mr. Darcy was the same way as the welcoming educator had been; unusually

proper, inordinately polite, mainly, he just seemed as though he belonged in the year 1811.

When he asked his educator, Edward, about the properness and manners of this

time, he found that years ago, the U.S. made a conversion from their ‘rude’ ways back to the

manner of the 17th century; they were ‘better off’ that way. Viewed as a ‘smart decision

towards causing less friction,’ other countries including the United Kingdom, Canada, and

Australia followed suit.

August 24, 3051

Keith had tried everything known to man to make it back to 2050.

He studied time-‐travel, wormholes, the time-‐space continuum, and yet nothing he and his

nephew tried got them any closer to reaching his home. The closest they had gotten was

their most recent experiment, which was when they had built a machine to transport items



back and forth between time. The only problem was they could only send them a few

months to a year though time, before the object would become disfigured. This past

experiment was Keith’s last hope of getting home, his last hope of making it back.

September 12, 3051

It wasn’t a very significant day for anyone-‐ for anyone except Keith. Today was

Keith’s birthday, and he celebrated how they normally did in the year 3051. They locked

themselves in his nephew’s business (obviously, a new tradition had developed over the

thousand years Keith was gone), danced the birthday dance around Keith ( the future

equivalent to the birthday song ), ate a great feast, and ended with a Martian delicacy made

with 24 different ingredients to represent the 24 years of Keith’s life-‐ due to the new close

existence of extra terrestrials and humans, the cultures were now blended. This is the point

in the evening, where Keith looked around at his friends, and he realized, these were his

people. These people related to him more than anyone had in 2050, these people loved and

understood him for who he was. He realized, this was his place; this is where he belonged.

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