Thursday, May 12, 2016

Beyond Time

Beyond Time
The camera flashed a screen of static and revealed a dim lit room. The room was big and open with stacked crates lining the walls. Low hanging lights dangled over two metal tables. One was full of a tools and trinkets while the other one had a peculiar machine the size of a car engine. It seemed to be an abandoned warehouse.
A pair of khaki pants and a lab coat swooped into sight. A hand adjusted the camera. It now pointed to the face of a man in his early thirties. He had dark slicked back hair and scruff on his chin and jaw. He had brown eyes with sign of very little sleep in them.
“Hello, this is Dr. Steven Ashe.” the man smiled. “Test runs of my invention will begin with none other than myself. What might I be testing you ask? A time machine of course! I’m too excited for an explanation-- I’ll give it to you later!”
Steven backed away from the camera. He snapped a pair of safety goggles on and started punching buttons on the machine. “I will be sending myself five minutes into the past! If this works, I will be right in this spot before my past self walks through the door! I can’t let myself see him of course, as handsome as he his. Time paradox and all that!”
The doctor flipped some switches, “Without further adue, I give you...the past!”
Steven pushed a final button. The machine hummed with otherworldly power. It shined a brilliant blue; papers and tools flew around Steven and his machine. Steven let out a laugh matching that of a mad scientist’s. The room went completely white then the entire warehouse rattled with a boom. Steven was not sent into the past but into a nearby crate. The machine went silent.
“Houston,” Steven grunted from inside the crate, “we have a problem.”
The camera cut out then played again. A woman the same age as Steven guided him to a chair. She was a petite woman with short black hair and soft green eyes.
“Please, use rats next time, honey.” she lowered him into his seat.
“Naomi! I’m not plaguing the future with...the plague!” Steven exclaimed.
Naomi folded her arms and scowled at him, a ring visible on her finger.
“Fine. I will. I do need to make some adjustments to the machine.”
“Can you please explain this to me, again?”
“I’m glad you asked! Is the camera on?”
Naomi peered at the camera. “I think so.”
Steven wheezed as he stood up and wheeled a chalkboard into view. He drew one line across it. “This is time. To put simply, my machine is powerful enough to rip a hole in time, allowing me to travel through it.”
“You talk about going back in time, but can you go forward?” Naomi cocked her head to the side.
“No, not yet at least. For now, the future is undetermined or doesn’t exist.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Naomi frowned while nodding her head.
Steven drew a line from the one across the board, “Each time I go back in time and change something, a new timeline is made. It could be my timeline or future changing, it could be yours, it could be the world’s! Anything can be drastic enough to change the future. I also figured out that whoever time travels keeps the memories of each timeline that they encounter even if their timeline changes.”
“This is scary...what if you screw up? What if you change something so we never meet? What if-”
Steven wrapped his hands around Naomi’s. “I would never imagine changing this life we have together. If I do mess up, I can always fix it. No matter what happens, no matter what part of space time we are in, I will always love you. Time travel is very confusing and scary--I’ll admit that. But you have nothing to fear because my love for you goes beyond time!”
Steven spun her around and she giggled uncontrollably. The camera went black for a few seconds before playing another video. Steven set a tray of dead rats down on a table before facing the camera.
“The trials to test the limit of moving back in time was a success. After a few failures, I have concluded that two weeks is the longest one can go back before you start suffering casualties. Three weeks to a month, you will start contributing nosebleeds and headaches. Five to seven weeks, the symptoms continue. Beyond that you will die. Your brain stem will snap due to the force and energy from the rip in time.”
The camera cut away to new footage. Steven held a white rat with a stopwatch around his neck up to the camera.
Steven smiled triumphantly, “See! Scooter’s watch here reads five minutes earlier than the current time! I’ve sent him back days and weeks! Human trials will begin tomorrow!”
The camera went blank before revealing Steven and few other people. One was a man that was Steven’s age and boy who looked to be in college. Naomi stood next to Steven.
“So when’s the wedding?” the older man asked. “The best man’s gotta be ready.”
The man had short blond hair and round glasses. He was sharply dressed in his shirt and tie. The boy had a Batman shirt on and ripped jeans. Atop his mop of black hair was a Star Wars flat bill.
“We haven’t quite set a date yet, Collin. Maybe Steven can go into the future and figure it out,” Naomi smiled.
“That’s not how it works, dear-” Steven started before Naomi playfully shoved him.
“Shut it.” They exchanged grins.
“You made fun of me my entire life for being into Science Fiction and comic books, Sis. Now, you’re marrying the world’s biggest nerd!” the boy remarked.
“Nate, you’re the nerd here. He’s a scientist.”
Nate shrugged with a smile, “Makes no difference to me.”
Collin stepped forward, “Steven, did you call us here for what I think you did?”
Steven smiled wildly, “You remember my ramblings in college? The thing the institute didn’t want to fund?”
Collin went wide eyed, “No way.”
Steven stepped back and pulled the sheet off his machine. “A reverse switch through time, ready for human testing. And who better to travel through time than the closest beings in my life.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or terrified for my life,” Nate narrowed his eyes. “This things safe, right?”
“As long as you follow my lead, you will be safe.” Steven clasped Nate’s shoulder.
“Where shall we go?” Naomi asked.
“The real question is when!” Steven exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his fiance.
Collin shuffled through some papers on one of tables, “Two weeks is the limit?”
“Correct, my old friend! Any ideas?”
Nate opened his mouth but was cut off by Steven. “No college parties; they’re a waste of time.”
“We have a time machine though,” Nate pointed out.
“Touche.”
“How about that festival that was in town a week ago? You were held up in here, and I was writing my articles while it was going on,” Naomi raised a finger.
“Since I did not make any major finds that day, I don’t think it will affect the time machine’s creation at all,” Steven stroked his stubble.
“As long as there’s chicks,” Nate said aloud.
“I married a genius!” Steven boasted.
“Engaged.” Naomi corrected him with a smile. “We’re not quite there yet. I haven’t even told my parents.”
“What are we waiting for? I’ve been dying to do this since college,” Collin smiled.
The camera caught away before appearing in grass, on its side. Nate grunted, got to his feet, and pulled the camera up. Collin was already on his feet while Steven helped his fiance up. Nate panned the camera, they were on top of a hill overseeing a park filled with rides, games, and all sorts of attractions. Steven rushed over to the machine on the ground, checking to see if it was okay. When he was assured that it was fine, he hid it in and old tree on the hill and covered it with branches and leaves
“Oh yeah,” Nate said before the camera caught away, revealing bits of footage.
First, Collin meeting his favorite band. Second, Nate getting rejected by girls. Third, Steven winning a stuffed bear for Naomi. Fourth, Nate getting rejected by girls, again. Fifth, Steven and Naomi sharing cotton candy. Sixth, Nate getting rejected by girls, once more.
Nate was filming Steven testing his strength at a game. Naomi snatched the camera from his hand, tilting it to the sky.
“Hey, what are you doing with that?” Nate tried to make a grab for it.
“I wanna do my own filming,” Naomi said while marching to the hill whence they came from.
The camera went black and came back to life as the warehouse exploded with light. The time travelers dropped to the ground. Nate rolled over, pointing the camera to the ceiling.
“I better get going,” Naomi said, walking past Nate. “I have to get ready for the conference discussing the peace treaty for the nations tomorrow. I’ll be at my apartment tonight, Steven.” She slid the warehouse door open.
“No goodbye?” Steven grinned.
“Until our next hello,” the warehouse door screeched shut.
“That was...awesome,” Nate grunted.
“Careful with that, Nate!” Steven stood over the cameraman. “That camera has all my findings on it.”
“There’s not even a- this thing has one percent battery.”
“Turn it off!”
The camera went blank but shortly snapped back to Steven arranging his tools and papers. A small TV was by his time machine. It was playing a newsreport of the conference that Naomi spoke of.
“My fiance is going to be on national television! She’ll be interviewing the most powerful people in the world!” Steven looked over to the television. The president of the United States was leaving the conference with the other leaders on a recess. Steven smiled with pride as Naomi came into view. “I wonder if she’ll interview me if my machine ever-”
A loud bang erupted from the television. Naomi dropped to the ground. The president was rushed out of sight. More gunshots filled the air until the newscast cut out.
“No. No. No!” Steven grabbed the TV and started shaking it. The camera blacked out again.
Steven was fiddling with his machine. “I can fix this. I can fix this.” Steven was shaky and sweating; it was clear that he was holding back tears. He covered his face with a bandana and sunglasses. “
“Just in case,” he said.
The light of the machine flashed. Steven grabbed the camera, but nothing was clear. The camera was filled with static. The camera showed choppy images of Steven moving towards Naomi who was waiting to talk to the president. Steven grabbed Naomi and pulled her away as the president walked out of the door. The camera turned off as the gunshot sounded.
Steven was back in his warehouse with his camera on the table and his machine under his arm. He placed it next to the camera and pulled out his phone and started dialing. He held it to his ear as he switched on his television.
His heart dropped as he stared at the TV. Naomi’s voice mail greeting buzzed in his ear. Everyone had opened fire on one another. The man who shot the president was Korean. America and Korea had had weapons secretly pointed at one another for quite some time. All the guards and security fired upon one another. Many innocents had died.
“I can’t let this happen,” Steven said. “I need a different approach.”
Steven wheeled a chalkboard into view. He drew a line across the board. He labeled it time line zero.
“The timeline before the time machine and the minor changes,” he said aloud.
He stemmed one from it, “Timeline one, I save Naomi and a firefight breaks out.”
His eyes desperately darted around in thought. He drew another line from timeline zero.
“I can fix this,” he muttered.
The camera cut away to Steven standing at the board again. Many more lines were stemmed from timeline zero. Steven was muttering inaudible words.
“A war starts, a school blows up, Naomi dies, Naomi dies, Naomi DIES!” Steven screamed and threw his chalk at the board.
A single tear escaped his eye, but he swiped it away. The camera went black again but flashed to life in Steven’s arm as he lead it to the warehouse. A fierce storm was raging on giving the camera a blurry picture. The wind was howling and the rain came down like bullets. Steven stumbled to the warehouse door and pulled it open. He closed it behind him quickly and turned to his board only to see Nate and Collin. Nate had his head hung with tears streaming down his face silently.
“What are you doing here?” he asked quickly, putting the camera on the table, pointing to the three.
“What did you just do?” Collin fired back.
“What do you mean?”
Collin gestured to the chalkboard.
“I called Naomi and convinced her to stay home with her parents,” Steven answered.
“Does she feel it? Each time she dies?” Nate asked through sobs.
“I don’t know. Each Naomi is different from our Naomi.”
“How do we even know if we have our Naomi? What timeline are we in, Steven? Are we our original selves?” Collin stepped forward
“It doesn’t matter! I finally fixed this! Naomi lives, and the conference gets called off because of this storm.” Steven through his hands up with a smile.
“It’s not just a storm.” Collin turned on TV and scenes of destroyed cities panned across it. “Volcanoes, earthquakes, floods, everything nature can muster.”
Steven ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ve been studying your travels and notes carefully. They all end with a catastrophe if Naomi lives-”
“What are you saying?” Steven snarled.
“I’m saying you can’t play God like this!”
“I’m saving my fiance!”
“At the price of innocent lives, at the price of nations!”
“She wouldn’t want that,” Nate whimpered.
“You don’t think that I feel guilty?” Steven shouted at Collin.
“Timelines are starting and stopping as we speak. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if it’s nature, the Universe, God, or a higher power, but this going against them. These disasters are here to settle the score. These disasters are here to kill Earth. These timelines cannot coexist. Reality is falling apart.”
Steven took a few paces away from the two. He paused before saying, “I’ll go back and destroy the time machine.”
“That won’t work. That won’t stop Naomi from dying. It isn’t her fate or your fate. It is the fate of the Universe. You can’t change that.”
“This is the love of my life. I’m-I-I’m just supposed to let her-”
“And she’s my sister. Is there another way?” Nate asked.
“No. Steven, you have to go back to the original timeline and let Naomi accept her fate. The other timelines will form together into the path that was meant to be.” Collin laid a hand on Steven’s shoulder.
The doctor shuddered with sobs, “I can’t!”
“You have to. It’s what she would have want-”
The wall exploded with a car barreling into Nate. The storm had a launched car into the warehouse. The wind blew the table and camera into Collin, hitting him in the head.
“No!” Steven screamed into the storm. He rushed to the time machine; he held it tight to his chest and punched the numbers in. With a flash of light, he was gone.
The camera cut away to Steven sobbing in front of the TV. The newscast title read: “Journalist Shot and Killed. The Nations Now Stand United.”
The camera went blank for a long time. Longer than usual. The camera flashed to life. Naomi was sitting on the hill. It was the night of the festival. Naomi smiled sweetly at the camera.

“Steven, before I met you I never really believed in anything. I never believed in a god or science or even myself. But now I believe in you. I believe in us. I believe in the future awaiting us, and I welcome it with open arms. Even if it isn’t a happy ending, I’ll accept it because I was with you in the most important part of my life: the present. Just know that I’ll always be with you. Because my love for you goes beyond time.”

Lilly May PPOW

Lilly
Lilly was a good friend and a great person; it is a shame she died. She was basically my sister. We would do everything together. Today we say goodbye, and I can’t wait to see her again. After my speech I walked up to the casket, I looked in and saw Lilly. Her skin was white and her jet black hair was laying loose around her shoulders. She was wearing her favorite dress, it was black and had rhinestones lining the sweetheart neckline that cascade down the back and slowly fade out, she was looked peaceful and I was happy for that. I bowed my head and whispered,
“I will find out who killed you”
The doctors say she killed herself, but I know my friend. She was on her way to our secret paint studio. She would always go there to calm down or to blow off steam. Her parents were always pushing her to do things she didn’t like. She hated doing the sports, she was pretty good, but she didn’t enjoy it. She loved art, and we actually meet during art class. We got paired as partners and then started to hang out more and more. We made the art studio so we could get away from the world. They found Lilly by the alley near the entrance to the studio, she had a gun in her right hand and a bullet in her head. I know that she didn’t kill herself because she was left handed other than in school and sports, but when she paints or sends a text she uses her left hand. They also found a note that said “ Northern Know the way.” It was a quote from her favorite book. It was in her writing and I knew it was for me. She also wrote “ V will know.”
V is the nickname she gave me since my name is Violet. I knew it was for me but I didn’t know what it was. Today makes it five days since her death, and tomorrow they read her will and divide her things. I was walking to the studio when I remembered how she used to challenge me run to the bookstore and read something then go to the studio and paint it. One time I did the challenge and I had to paint something to show childhood never dies. I drew a fairy tale scene that had animals and a bright sun. Lilly loved it, so I gave it to her. I walk into the small room in the abandoned hotel and see the paint and old window. When we first made this place the window was looking over the city, and when we were painting, I did a splatter painting, paint got on the window, so after looking at it we chose to paint the window. It has a light gray fading into a rainbow of colors and right the the sun sets it cast a beautiful light with swirling colors and makes the room come alive with color. We had two chairs, we found and had put them by the window. This was our safe place; this is where we could be ourselves and not worry about people or the world. We would just paint or talk. That night I walked home, and my mom was still at work and my dad was asleep. I went to my room and as soon as I hit the bed, I was out.
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I woke up the next morning and got ready. I was walking to the city hall to gather and hear what she left me in the will. When I walked in everyone gave me a sad look. I hated when people do that, it wasn’t your fault she is dead. After the meeting, I gathered my things and what Lilly had left me. She left me a box full of art supplies, all her paintings and all of her books. I had to take five trips for only the art and thank God that Lilly’s mom had a car for the books. When I got home and was going through the books I found “The Northern Path” it was her favorite book of all time, but when I opened the book there were writings on the page. She had written in the margin  and had white out covering some of the words. The closer I looked the more I realized this was her diary. She was comparing her life to this book. The book is about a boy who had died and then was trapped on the earth then fell in love with a girl. The girl tried to get to him, but he wouldn’t let her die because he knew she would be able to leave and he wouldn’t. The book was changed now. Lilly had changed words and used whiteout. I decided to reread the book the way Lilly had changed it. I was reading and learned she had already altered the story. In the original the boy died fighting with his brother, they had both died, but his brother was allowed to leave because the boy started the fight. Now Lilly changed it to make it sound like it was her brother who was the one left. Lilly had a older brother. He use to hang with the wrong people and when Lilly was little she walked into the old shed, and they were all high and doing drugs. She found her brother passed out so she ran to her mom and when her mom saw them she was furious. Jon, Lilly’s brother, didn’t know what was happening, and when he saw Lilly he knew she ratted him out.
He got mad and tried to grab her, but she ran out of the shed and was coming to my house she ran across the road. When she looked back she saw Jon’s friends being loaded into a cop car, and Jon was chasing after her with two cops behind him. He ran across the street, but there was a car coming, and it ran over him. The more I read the story, the more questions I had. She was writing the story like her brother was haunting her and was going to kill her but that can’t happen because he is dead. There are only three ways she could've died. Her brother came back from the dead and killed her for what she did, the doctors are right, or one of his friends killed her to get revenge. None of them made sense though because his friends were in prison for doing who knows what, I know she didn’t commit suicide, and her brother is dead.
Wait, that's it, there is only one person who would know. She is the one who got her brother mad and 
that would know her.

Illuminati Confirmed

There once was a boy named Thomas. For the most part, Thomas was your regular old average boy. He enjoyed things like action figures, NERF Guns, and toy trains. Life was great for Thomas, until one day tragedy struck. Please enjoy the story of how Thomas, the four-year old boy, single-handedly took down the evil organization known as The Illuminati.
It was a regular day for Thomas. He woke up, went to preschool, threw his IPad at his teacher, got suspended, and went home. We he arrived at his front door, a smile grew upon his face. Before opening the door, he looked behind him and showed off his smile to the big yellow bus that had just dropped him off. Thomas quickly turned around and knocked on the door. Normally, he would receive an answer from his Mother, who would be dressed in her pajama pants and might be having some smokes. Today was different though. Mother never came to the door after five whole minutes. Thomas continued to bang on the door.  After a while Thomas decided it would be a great idea to go through the basement doggy door. He walked around the house and went straight through the door. He quickly sprinted up the stairs. To his horror, he found his mom laying there in her own blood. Around her, smokes made the shape of a triangle. Horror overtook Thomas as he looked into his mother’s dead eyes. Just then he heard a crash come from the kitchen. With anger, Thomas sprinted to the kitchen and found, none other than, Bill Clinton. He looked Thomas right in the eyes.
“I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” he said.
“Who sent you?!” Thomas screeched.
“Ms. Lewinsky,” he replied” I’m just foolin’ with you, Little guy. The Illuminati sent me”. He smiled and walked out the back door with the blood still dripping from his fingertips. Only one thought ran through Thomas’s mind as he watched the former President walk out on his lawn.
“I mean, I knew Bill was a liar and a jerk, but HE was apart of the Illuminati? Dang,” Thomas said to himself.
There began Thomas’s quest for blood. This four year-old wanted to destroy the illuminati and its leader.
Thomas got on the bus which made its way towards the airport. He boards his plane and takes the first flight to Egypt. Upon arrival he goes to his temporary hotel and unpacks. Once he’s done, he goes into the bathroom and grabs a bar of soap. He then goes outside his room and towards the balcony. H`e hoists the soap into fountain below causing a giant bubble explosion across the lobby.
“Dopeasaures” he said to himself as he walked back into his room. He could hear people cursing from inside his room.
It was about 9:00 p.m. so Thomas decided he would head to his destination: The Pyramids of Giza.
Thomas arrived right at exactly 9:11 p.m. To his surprise, he saw only one person visiting the landmark. When he got close he realized that it was George Bush.
“George Bush? What are you doing here?” asked Thomas.
“Oh, y’know. Its my daily trip,” he replies.
“Oh I get. Its 9:11,” says Thomas.
“You bet.”
“Obama’s dog visited our school once and he told me that you did that whole ordeal but I didn’t really believe him”.
“Nope, all me”.
The clock turned to 9:12 and Bush backed away into the shadows. Thomas whipped out his IGalaxy6s+ and played The Illuminati theme song on Youtube. The pyramid began to “peel skin”. The layer underneath was none other than the green Illuminati triangle with the eye levitating above it. A door appeared in the front of the pyramid and a man stood in front of it. When Thomas got closer, he realized it was Jay-Z.
“Hey, I got 99 problems and you’re one of them so get out of the way,” commanded Thomas.
“Okay, I gotta be in Paris anyway,” he replied as he get out of the way. Thomas walked right through the opening in the massive structure. In his eyesight stood, four people. It was too dark to see who they were. He was in a big dark room, and behind the four structures stood a throne with a hooded person sitting in it. He/She was the leader of the Illuminati. A spotlight hit the structure on the farthest left. The structure lifted its face. It was Lady Gaga.
“I KNEW IT!” screamed Thomas. The expression of Lady Gaga did not change because she obviously had her Poker Face on. She screeched and sprinted at Thomas but Thomas quickly fired his NERF Blaster at her. He had modified his bullets so they have spikes in the front. The bullet pierced through her neck.
“It’s okay Lady Gaga,” said Thomas, “You were born this way”.
The next figure had the spotlight shown it. Thomas quickly matched the face to Beyonce.
“Don’t get cocky, Little guy” she said winking.
“You’re a talker now, huh? Well if you like your mouth so much then put a ring on it,” Thomas said. Thomas hoisted a Ninja ring into her mouth. The blood on her face made him think she should have a Halo above her head.
The 3rd contestant raised its head. It was freakin’ B.O.B.
“Oh I bet you got the Magic then?” mocked Thomas. At that moment, B.O.B. revealed a wizard hat. Thomas saved him the embarrassment and quickly shot him in the forehead with his NERF blaster. Suddenly strange clouds appeared above his dead body.
The fourth figure stepped forward. It was none other than Tom Cruise.
“Your movies suck!” screamed Thomas. Thomas ran at him as fast as he could and RKO’d him so hard that he would be spending the next week at the chiropractor.
Thomas walked forward to the altar of the leader. Four bloody bodies lay behind him.
“Very good,” said the hooded man.
“That was for my Mommy,” Thomas said.
“So, what next?”
“I’ll kill you, then take your throne. I’ll hire better actors and performers, and we’ll worship Jesus, not any of your Satan BS,” Thomas said. A tear ran down the hooded man's face. The tear hit his black scruffy black beard as he yanked the hood from his head. All along the leader of the Illuminati was…
Find out the rest in supply drops.
Just kidding.
All along the leader of the Illuminati was...DRUM ROLL PLEASE...Mr. Ross.
After killing off the rest of The Illuminati, Thomas began his own rule of the organization. He built it from the ground up, and hired the dopest of people. Thomas signed the will of the Illuminati to Leonardo Dicaprio for after Thomas dies because Thomas believed that he was the most sexy man alive. Thomas married Ivanka Trump after RKOing Donald. The only end we have to tie up left is Bill Clinton’s affair with Monica Lewinsky. After many days of timeless trial they found that Bush did 9/11. I want to thank you for listening to the story of Thomas, and how he took down the Illuminati, rebuilt it, and created the greatest story of all time.