Time Banished

“Before we carry out your sentence, do you have any last words?”

My stare conveyed a lot. All I felt for the judge and jury was contempt. They had no idea what they were doing in condemning me. Especially condemning me to this. My “crime” was not mine, nor a crime. It was just something they didn’t like, because it did not benefit them in any way, and I happen to be a great scapegoat.

“Nothing, former Grand Rabbi Tov?” Continue reading “Time Banished”

You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part Three

(The story continues. Make sure you have read Part One and Part Two before you keep going.)

“Make sure you buckle your seatbelt, John.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was pulling the five-point harness together so that I would be strapped into my seat in a time machine. Which made me ask myself, why would there need to be five-point harnesses in a time machine? Was Dr. Bradshaw expecting it to be that rough of a trip?

“Question, John?” Continue reading “You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part Three”

You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part Two

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(Make sure you read Part One of this story before reading any more.)

I looked at Dr. Bradshaw like he had just told me that he had breed unicorns to sing Beethoven’s Fifth symphony. There was so much going on in the statement that he had just made that I took a step back. Continue reading “You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part Two”

The Fatal Choice To Have A Hotdog


“If your future-self hasn’t travelled back in time to stop you from making a decision, your choice can’t be that bad.”

I know. I know. But what if time travel isn’t invented in your life time? It’s a stupid saying to live your life by, but do you have a better one? Continue reading “The Fatal Choice To Have A Hotdog”

How To Become A Time Traveller

In 14 Easy, Non-sequential Steps
And Other Important Rules

By. I. M. Latte

If you are reading this, then I am dead.

But I could also be alive.
Time travel gets complicated and depending on when you read this, I may or may not be alive on the Earth to help explain it all. Sometimes people declare you dead when you haven’t been home in 300 years. Continue reading “How To Become A Time Traveller”

You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part One

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“Rule number one…”

I was only half listening. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. A time machine. A real time machine. I wasn’t totally sure what all there was going on in there, but I was excited. A time machine.

“John, listen. This is important.”

Doctor Bradshaw’s call snapped me back to the present.

“Listen. The first rule, about using my time machine, you can’t go back in time to murder Hitler.” Continue reading “You Can’t Kill Hitler – Part One”

A Christmas Day Adventure

Tommy ran down the stairs. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Tommy was smiling so big, it made his face hurt.

“Mom! Dad! It’s Christmas Day!” he shouted as he slide on his knees up to the tree. He was eager to see what goodies he had gotten. His mother entered the living room, “Just hold on. Your father is finishing your present right now.”

Tommy’s father was an inventor. He always made the best presents, and this year Tommy was promised something extraordinary. Before Tommy would pounce on his mother with questions, his father emerged form the basement. “It is finished.”

“Remember when you told me how you loved Back to the Future, and how you wanted your own time machine, Tommy?”

Tommy was vibrating with excitement. His father started to talk about the mechanics and the safety protocols that Tommy should know and follow, but Tommy was way past listening. He just wanted to go. He reached out and pressed the green button.

There was a flash of white.

Then Tommy woke up. He ran down the stairs. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The Time Zone Jumper

“Alright, Mr. Waldo. Let’s start with an easy one. Why were you hiding?”

“Who said I was hiding, Detective?”

“You were found in a time zone that you clearly did not belong in. Your red and white striped clothing kind of clash with Victorian Era dress, so forgive me if I mistake your actions as hiding.”

“I was in that time zone, because that was one of the few places I had left.”

“What, to hide?”

“No, Detective. To run.”

The detective leaned back in his chair. I wondered what the chair was constructed out of. If not some form of unbreakable steel, layered upon itself for support, some wild magic was keeping this man interrogating me up off the ground.

“You went to the Victorian time zone to run? From who?”

“From whom.”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

This man was an idiot. They must have lowered their standards for detective since I applied.

“Look, Waldo. I need an answer. Why were you in that time zone? Or who were you running from, if you weren’t hiding there?”

“The Savage.”

I was amazed a man that size could move that quickly. Fear over took him.

“Where did you hear that name?”

A Time of Cleansing..Extended Version

“Let me get this straight. You are saying that the world ends everyday at 3:07 am PST because reality is constantly being rewritten by people going back in time to kill Hitler?”

“It isn’t always Hitler, but yeah.”

I shook my head with disbelief. Time travel. People going back to kill Hitler. But not always Hitler, so who else did they assassinate? And why was my best friend only telling me this now? Or why tell me at all?

“Brandon, I don’t understand. You need to explain this to me.” Continue reading “A Time of Cleansing..Extended Version”

A Time Of Cleansing

“Let me get this straight. You are saying that the world ends everyday at 3:07 am PST because reality is constantly being rewritten by people going back in time to kill Hitler?”

“It isn’t always Hitler, but yeah.” Continue reading “A Time Of Cleansing”