Messages to the Past and the Future
He paused, the pen dancing through his fingers as his mind took over. He could feel a deep connection with his younger self.
He paused, the pen dancing through his fingers as his mind took over. He could feel a deep connection with his younger self.
There was a spark of bright violet light, then orange, then gold, and then everything went dark. Then we heard an explosion . . .
A few moments later, the winners were announced. The winner was the guy from Washington, a 52-year-old professor. His theory was impressive. He theorized Quantum time travel and how it was possible through experimentation
“Why does it feel like no one cares?” I blurted out, tears stinging my eyes. “We need to do better. This is unbelievable.”
It’s bittersweet how much a person can become a part of you, taking root in your soul until one is wholly indistinguishable from the other. This understanding never arrives so promptly as when they leave and their absence is felt like a phantom limb.
“You here for the wake? How long you been about?” Her dialect was quick and high-pitched. Words blurred together until they sounded like something from a lost civilization.
“To hasten the hatching of a Pokemon egg, you need to sing to it by heart and take good care of it like a delicate snowflake,” the book advised. Little Tobias took a deep breath, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes.
Short story about a young woman who learns not to judge based on first appearance.
The leaf has fallen from its tree
And it’s floating on air as if it never existed
The bird’s nest was turned into dust
Do we feel their heartbreak?
“That made me theorize that time travelling to the future is impossible. My theory is that there’s no such thing as the future. Because if there is what’s occurring now is the future, does that mean it’s an alternate, another form of the past?