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There, stuck to wall, was his old photo. She just stared at it, like a child whose pet just died. But that wasn't right. She compared her son to a dead puppy. No, he was more than that. He was the reason she had changed. He was the reason she made lists of what to do, what to bring, and what to buy. But he was gone. And the only list she'd make now is the guest list for the funeral.
Hovercrafts were wildly popular by the 22nd century. To a young time-traveler like John, seeing automobiles in the 21st century was wildly unnatural. Sure, they learned about the historic transportation vehicles in school, but seeing them move in person, clean and without rust, was still pretty unbelievable. John wondered how it must have felt to run all day and lie down in the grass. When the time to go back to their century had come, John sighed. He will miss gravity. He entered the time machine slowly, wondering how badly his ancestors had damaged Earth, causing them to move to a faraway planet.
It was boiling hot here. The sweltering afternoon heat was driving me insane. I could take it no longer. So I took a nap. A refreshing, peaceful siesta. Perfect for the tropics.
The rattle's purpose was always to amuse the child. For the child to learn early on that, for there to be results, there needs to be shaking.
Light travels faster than sound. So naturally, the lightning came first. After the lightning, you think you're alright, but then, suddenly, the thunder takes you aback. It's not over yet.
When they met again, they hugged each other and talked about the past. These were two school girls who had not seen each other for such a long time. Their lives were changed, but their memories of each other remain pure and unharmed. It was as if the lightning that struck their worlds never truly ceased. Even after all these years, there was still light.
He was ill and he didn't have much time left. Perhaps this was the part of the report that hurt most. That he didn't have much time left. He looked into her sad eyes and she nodded her head. She understood. She'd have to be strong for the both of them.
The skeleton was obviously fake. Why couldn’t anyone see that? People were trying to create a crime out of nothing. Fake drama over a Biology class prop.
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