SPYDA's Short Stories from years past

Ok, well I have a very...special way of writing so here is some of my special short stories

“Oh, hello I am Gepetto. I am here today to tell you a story very close to me. This happened long ago. I was a young collage student in my twenties. I was head of my class and was allowed to do many zany and unexplored ideas. I had already made a prototype of my young wooden friend Pinocchio. Sadly it looked horrible.
Just that day I got an invoice on up coming ideas for me to explore. The usual the Proof that Pie was not exactly three mutations studies. I reached the end of my long list. A time machine, very appealing. I jumped at the idea. I tore Pinocchio’s head off added a couple spruckets and sprockets and the giga tech mega drive. And voila a time machine was born.
The next day I picked my mind, what could I go back to see? I looked at my bookshelf. I saw a book titled Hanzel and Gretel. “Sure why not,” I agreed to my self with a chuckle “this will be entertaining.” I walked to my time machine and poked the left eye. It was hard to push the wooden eye didn’t want to go down. Was it a sign, nevermind that now I was going to make history.
You know that feeling when you’re not sure if it’s a dream and you’re not quite sure that you're awake either? That's what time travel feels like I fell from the sky in what looked like the 1770’s in Germany.
I finally got up off my back to stand in the middle of the forest. Silence surrounded me. Finally I heard a sudden jolt of sound a woman was screaming a high pitched scream. I ran towards the sound. I finally got there, as I stood there I could see a young adult hassling the old grey haired woman. I was about to leap to her rescue like superman when I remembered what I was told on my 18th birthday it resounded in my head like an echo. My professor had told me, ”If you ever travel back in time any false moves there may effect the world here I hid in the shadows.” Surrounded by shame for not helping an old lady.
Now to look for Hanzel, I followed the youth that mugged the old lady I figured in this little down everybody knew everybody. I stalked the boy until he entered his fuzzy peach house. When he emerged I snuck in to the peach catching the door before it closed. Rather careless just closing the door behind you and not listening for the slam. When I got in to my surprise the place was very wealthy looking. Now I’m not a big time detective with a plaid clock or nothing but it was obvious this kid was a thief. As I stood in awe my ears picked up a very sensitive sound a crisp leave was crunched outside the door. I saw a shadow in the window. I needed a place to hide. I then spied the wardrobe. I opened the square oak doors and crammed m y self in just as the Handle to the Peach door’s handle began to rattle.
Trying not to give myself away I tried to focus of something else. I then saw a tattered nametag on it in German it said Hazel. The tag was badly battered and eroded but I could make out a few more words. Inmate 2069872. In mate! I knew it this must be the right child his record gives him away. In the story Hanzel is mechevious as well.

I was about to fall into a light slumber when I heard chanting in the far off distance. This brought me to awareness. The chant grew closer and stronger but what were they saying. Something like Buren Sim no it was Burn Him they were coming closer. Hazel was fast asleep and I couldn’t do anything about it one false move and I’m dead I thought. I stayed behind the oaken door knowing that the extreme heat would be the next thing he sensed. Never I thought in my head, I’m going to try and survive. I gathered the useful contents of my hiding place what seemed to be a straw a push pin a small bottle and a furry ball with a rope. I then checking carefully to see if Hazel was still asleep. Good I thought, he is. I then made a dash for the window on the back of the peach. I clutched the lock and bailed out.
I went and hid in a green bush staring at the peach that was now just a blaze of red and yellow. Then I saw him Hazel had made it out of the window as well He was making a run to the woods. I lurked in the shadows, and murmured to my self, ”my story’s not over yet.” Before I left to follow the young boy with the energy of a humming bird. I had to check the spoils of my little trip to the oak closet. The bottle was of rat poison in a tiny green bottle. I thought of how useless all this stuff is. I decided to keep it all thought I could use it in trade.
As I entered the woods I spotted Hazel he was up in some sort of a tree house. I t was made on a hansom chestnut tree. I could plainly see a master with wood crafted it. It was in bad shape though. Perhaps abandoned years ago. I could see Hazel from my hiding spot my brown hair flapping in front of my face made it difficult to see him from such a distance.
I moved a bit closer. I was now thirty yards away, from Hazel. He was juggling a brass key in his left hand. You could tell he was right handed because he was shaking and having a hard time getting the molded brass into the lock. Had he known I was in his peach? No, of course not, impossible. But what perplexed me was why he was locking the door while he was in an area with no other humans?
My eyes stalking him, as he descended the ladder. It was plain to see he needed to use that lavatory by the way he was holding his pants as he trotted to the outhouse. The outhouse was not work of art. Just a rickety shack with a quarter moon carved into the door. As the door closed I felt it was my chance. As I tip toed to the large ladder. I saw a trap door. Nothing I needed to know about just yet.
While ascending the ladder I felt a drip of sweat crawl my face. I murmured, “this guy better have water.” As I reached the peak of the ladder I saw the door. No use trying, to open it the classical way. It was locked as I saw before. Just then I heard a creek from below. Hazel had finished his duty in the lavatory and was sprinting quickly to the ladder. I searched everywhere for a quick hiding spot. Then I saw it my way out the window was open. I squeezed through the window tearing my shirt while revealing my warm red blood. Without delay I dove under the bed. My ears picked up a click and the latch slowly turned as Hazel stormed in. The brat got into his bed and fell asleep. I pulled out of hiding. The house was dark and it was hard to make objects out. It appeared cozy like a cottage should. He had a Cactus with a metal tap attached to it, some kind of water cooler. And metallic tin cups. I scurried to the cactus and drank the cold clear substance. The tin was cold and my lips shivered back but I continued to drink. I kept the cup. Hazel may have noticed he had an extra cup to wash. From here I could see the whole complex. A bench with many pillows, in order to make it look comfy. A closet with closed doors stood at the other side of the room seemed to have secrets but I dared not chance waking Hazel up. The cottage had a table set as well.
I heard Hazel stirring in his bed. I plowed under the bed. I took a pep pill knowing that Hazel was unpredictable and may leave at any time in the night. The pill eroded in my mouth and I swallowed the bubbling sulfur. While waiting I found some papers. I whipped out a glow stick the page was instantly illuminated with a blue glow. The words written in a fine ink seemed to say: Name-Hazel
Hair Colour-silver
In for-Arson
Release-Never
Many wanted papers followed it. With artist conceptions and addresses to contact. I lowered the glowing tube revealing a larger font saying: ARMED AND DANGEROUS. I had to find a way out. How could I escape? I rolled over looking for a clue. Only to find a pair of icy emerald eyes staring at me his hair fallen like a curtain after a play. Beside him a his hand clasping a knife.
He put his hand over my mouth muffling my terrified scream; horrified I pushed his boney hand with little to no ease. He was incredibly strong for a fifteen-year-old. I rolled from under the bed and raced for the door. I heard the air splitting behind me. CRACK! Chips of the oak door fell aim lessee to the floor as the knife hit the door the blade stuck into the handsome wood part. Breathing hard I clutched the handle and now feeling more power over the boy, I asked,” What gave me away?" I got my answer,” I saw you through the lavatory door the moon works as a window. Of course I silently said to my self.
So what’s your story? I questioned the boy, while switching the knife from one hand to the other. “Depends,” Hazel murmured in reply. Looking to the papers on the floor, “From the looks of it you know my criminal record,” he muttered in a harsh whisper which was cold and sounded unforgiving. “But that’s just one side of the story, what’s the rest?” I asked expecting an answer. He replied, “Well when I was little my parents died at the hands of a witch. Leaving me six years old with out parents or legal guardians. I lived in the Peach house witch belonged to my parents before the witch got em'. One belonged to my parents before the Which got em’ I saw a witch leading children into her house. I ran close and set it a blaze I ran in to get the children and what ever I could salvage. The which some how survived and made herself look like a lonely old lady. And went straight to the local authorities. I found this house while walking back from the fire. I marked the spot in my mind the moved on. When I arrived to my house I was jumped by the cops and brutally beaten then slammed into the big house. I escaped six months ago. I dug an elaborate maze in the walls deadends traps, anything to stop them from following me. I furnished this house by stealing and crooked poker games. I had only returned to my house a month ago. Then last night the villagers came with fire, ironic huh?”
He continued, “Luckily I’ve had Griddle to help me out. While I was out I met griddle she’s been hiding for half her life because of what she knew. Her father was a man of high stature with money and many top-secret documents in the house. Griddle was looking for reading material and she knew her dad had books. She grabbed the thickest book she could find. Five minutes later she was shimming down a bed sheet rope and running into the woods. I saw her trying to make a shelter two months ago. She said the company had raided her house. I invited her to stay but that would be absurd living in the same house sleeping in the one bed, even in the same room would be forbidden. So I dug out a basement furnished it and that’s where she is living at the moment.” His story ended
. I figured out that if I had opened that door I had thought about opening. I would be six feet under. I guessed that because of how hasty and strong Hazel was. I took a second, still feeling the power like a virus piercing through my veins and mind. “So,” I said slowly, “Where do we go from here?” Hazel stood there in shock, “We?” He asked sounding very irritated. I said, “The way I see it, It’s you me and Griddle. I know your secrets and I have the knife, which means I have the power.” I said proudly, “Now if you don’t mind I’d like you to go get Griddle. Bring her back here we have a big day starting at noon and I want us prepared.” For the rest of the night we all talked and planned
When noon came we left for town in cloaks of Brown Black and Red. We sifted into town unnoticed. Ghostly in daylight discreet and sullen. We practically floated into the general store. As most people know that cloaks are good for more than one thing. I released the fur ball with a rope attached I had figured it was a mouse I found in Hazels closet. Off it scurried behind the clerk’s desk. While she was screaming and franticly sweeping we emptied shelves to our rough pockets. And then retreated to our fortress.
We spilled our spoils out on the table Tuna cola and bread. And some choler a form with a stick we drew a map. There was the tree house and then the river, the far plains and then the Candy Castle surrounded by the Sunday Mountain. It would be a long summer day. We walked for hours through the forest we passed through the remains of the house Hazel had torched when we passed he went and kicked the remains.
Surprisingly there were signs pointing to the bridge. But when they got to the end of the trail there was no bridge just nests with eggs the size of a house. We then heard the chip and saw the huge eggshell crush down on top of us. We woke to a giant brown feathery figure standing before us,
“To your feet prisoners.” He said in a voice, his beak not moving. Was he, telepathic? Could everyone else hear him? I asked myself. I sat there looking for a sign from my pals. I asked the owl with my mind, ‘why are we here?’ He replied with, “why are any of us here. ” swished under the brush, like trash. “We’re the unwanted ones, the ones society forgot. We were cursed for doing what is right,” It telepathically said to me-. “Yes, I know” I shouted in my mind,” but why am I here, why did you lead me here?” “Well food is scarce and we need meat for our young babies? Without food the giant owls of the woods will become extinct. If you fail to make me laugh you will be dinner.”
The owl had said I could tell by the blank faces on my buddies that they were thinking of jokes. Griddle’s was painfully lame and so was Hazel’s. But I knew what to say. I thought of a kid named Dylan, whom I met many years, ago he told me this one: Why did the cookie go to the hospital? Because he felt crummy! The owls were rolling on the ground holding their sides as if trying to stop them from splitting. When they were done we asked for directions to the nearest bridge. We were very close and we found it with ease. We backtracked only leaving footprints and memories.
We got to the bridge and saw a dwelling with a small water stained door. Which obviously belonged to an ogre. I knew just what to do. I tore part of my cloak and dabbed it in choler-a-form. I ran on to the bridge and up popped the ogre he yelled, “Dinner!” I said, “Whatever you do please don’t take this special piece of cloth.” The ogre snatched it and held it to his face to examine the next second he was on the floor foaming from the mouth. Ladies First I said as Griddle passed the ogre.
We walked through the far plains, which appeared to be more of a marsh. It was creepy and very wet. I had heard about marshes at night and rumors of what happened in them. As this thought passed my mind, I smelled the air, musty, old, and dead. We continued to the end. Just as we were about to step on the hard soil, which indicated the end of the marsh a cold hand, grabbed at my ankle. As if a reflex I jumped as if looking for a touchdown and landed. I looked to my peers and saw that they had done the same.
As I looked at griddle I noticed something in her blue eye. I turned around to a castle of Gingerbread. There we sat looking at the immense tower about to assault it. I got up, the others followed. We walked inside slowly. We could tell it was the witch’s house. Because Witch’s houses were always made of sweets. There were surprisingly no guards. The witch must be very powerful I thought as I ascended the stairs. We crept up the stairs prepared for what ever would pop out. But nothing did.
When we were about one fourth of the way up we heard an organ. We followed the sound and entered a room. We looked around with sweaty palms and peeled eyes. Then in a corner stood a bratty child with matted red hair. She proclaimed, “Answer me these questions three or else you’ll never see she”, It sounded as if she had practiced. We showed her the Juvenile hall Tag and she ran when she saw the Armed and dangerous part.
We scrambled up the stairs where were arranged in a spiral, I checked my watch 4 a.m. When I finished checking Griddle’s blonde hair turned away from me revealing her face as she said, “We’re at the top.” I decided it was time to have another pep pill, everybody got a pep pill half a cup of water and a bit of bread.
I then asked everybody if they wanted to turn back they all denied. “Then lets do this”, I yelled with enthusiasm. We walked through the door. We entered and it was a wicked room. Lots of old musty books and potions, a big black cauldron, a Cricket trapped in a cage and a stack of wands and brooms. Still no witch. Then sitting in a old leather chair was a figure, wrinkly and old. Still asleep the witch looked expressionless and peaceful.
Hazel had the great idea of, “Hey guys let’s go check if she’s asleep” “NOOOOOOO HAZEL DON’T!” It was too late as I could see. The witch’s all back eyes appeared. She sat there reciting a slur of words. I tossed the bread we had at the bolt of green air that was coming at Hazel. It blocked the spell but our bread was now moldy. The witch yelled and cursed and stared at me very displeased.
Hazel just stood there in amazement and frightened with the molded bread still in his hand. While he stood there the witch was murmuring another spell looking at Hazel. But then a lightning bolt hit Griddle she only saw it at the last second. But it was not soon enough. She disappeared, as I gazed around the room looking for Griddle, I saw the cricket. The cricket had Griddles eyes; she was trapped in the cricket. The witch cackled a high pitched scream of victory. It was stupid but I threw our only knife at the witch. Instead of a swish it made a crunch as it hit the wall. As the knife fell to the ground my dreams were dashed away from me. We were goners.
But no I would never give up. I was Gepetto a scholar. I could think of it if I think it my body will achieve it. “zzzt’, It was another bolt of lighting this time it hit Hazel. He had been turned into a jagged chunk of wood. “NOOOOOOOOO”, My voice echoed endlessly. In m6y anger I opened my bag and looked for the one thing that could save me. I found it the thumbtack the straw and the rat poison. I dipped the tack in the purple poison. I then slid it into the straw. I then had one shot to make. I would have to pierce a blood vein in her neck I waited for a time of invulnerability dodging her magic bolts. I then yelled a very high pitched scream. She clutched her wicked ears and I grabbed the straw. Steadying it I aimed the weapon. And blew “shht”, the air went as the tack hurried to her vein. I watched as she crashed to the floor with a thud her body lifeless. Her cold blood that was the bluest I had ever seen trickled onto her floor from her neck.
I thought of Hazel and griddle trapped. I vowed to bring them back to their true state. I picked up the cricket and the wooden block and slowly stepped out the door. I grabbed a stone that was on the ground and wrote very messily Hazel and Griddle. I guess somebody must have went there and saw my messy writing and that’s how the legend began. I was lost in the 1770’s. If I went back to the future I may not exist. So there I stayed for the rest of my life living in Hazel’s tree house. Carving puppets for a career. I worked a spell on Griddle but it failed. It had a welcome consequence though the cricket could talk. I made a puppet of Hazel and it looked almost lifelike. As a single tear ran down my cheek He came to life. But that’s another story....



Futuristic Writing #1

You know how when you go to sleep, you feel that seconds have only passed by. But in reality hours have. Although the time has changed drasticly since you fell asleep you always wake up in the same world. But have you ever thought about waking up in another? Waking up just to find that the seconds weren’t hours, they were years…
“AH!” I screamed within my head, a throbbing pain haunted the back of my head. I tried to reach to see what had been wrong, but I couldn’t feel my arms. I opened my eyes eagerly, with the opening of my eyes also came the opening of my ears.
“The thawing process will take several hours to complete, it is very important though to make sure to do it proverly, to prevent frost bite.” A voice that seemed close said.
“Yes, of course doctor.” A second voice replied.
Although I could hear people, I could not see people. My head seemed to be fastened in one place and I could not turn it. My face was fastened so I had a good view of the roof and from what I saw, Steel Tile, I could tell this wasn’t my room. And this “Doctor” that I overheard only added to my suspicions. But if this was a hospital it seemed very up to date, at least from the view of the ceiling I had. Nothing like this existed in the parts of Regina that I had been to. Suddenly. A man’s face appeared in my view and noticed my eyes, I saw him pull out a needle and I drifted to sleep.
Once again I awoke staring at a ceiling, but this time, I was barely alert of the pain in my head. That wasn’t the only thing that was new about this awakening, I could now move my head, and I could once again feel my limbs and torso. Although I could not move them yet, I was aware that they were still attatched, which was comforting. Now that I could move my head I turned it the door, I wasn’t sure what to do. Call a nurse or wait for someone to walk in. I waited for what seemed like a few minutes and then decided to call. I opened my mouth and tried to make a sound, “Nuuukk.” Just as the noise escaped my mouth, so did a filmy blue liquid. The liquid spurted over my mouth, down my chin and onto my body. I looked at the film, disguested and interested about what the film was, it clearly was not vomit.
I sat there for about half an hour. Daring not to try to talk for fear of making the liquid appear again. Looking through the small slit in the door, watching various people in white coats pass by. Finally one entered. He looked through my charts, make a few noises, signifying agreement. He then turned around and began to leave, I moved my head, signifying that I was concious.
“Ah, you’re awake, good, Now we can begin the post thawing operation.” The Doctor said, his voice sounded familiar.
“Thawing? Wha, what are you talking about, thawing.” I replied quickly, surprised that there was no blue liquid this time.
“Let me explain, the last thing you probably remember was slipping. But, when you actually hit the ground you were knocked far beyond anything that the medical community of your time could cure. Luckily for you they had begun experimental freezing on humans a few years earlier and since you were injured beyond cure they froze you. Of course, the procedure for curing you was found about 20 years later, but another dillemia had arose. They could freeze people, but they were only in the beginning stages of finding out how to commence a thawing. Only about 5 years ago a man named Paul Mort discovered the procedure to do it. It is quite complicated so I won’t go into detail but it has something to do with very strong magnetic currents.” The Doctor explained in a clear and smooth voice.
“But if the process was found out years ago, why wasn’t I thawed until now?” I questioned.
“Naturally, we took the people that were frozen last and thawed them first, they had a much better chance for survival, since you were frozen over 2000 years ago, you can imagine how many people were infront of you.” The Doctor told me.
“Yes, that makes sense, but what about that blue liquid that came out of me?” I asked, looking down at my stained blue shirt.
“Well, freezing was in it’s experimental stages back when you were froze, so not all of the kinks were worked out. That liquid protected your organs from frost bite and also had nutritionary suppliments to last you a good long time, but you need your rest, so try to get some sleep, we’ll have you out of here in a few days.” The Doctor finished, as he exited the room. I blatently stared at the ceiling, thinking of what I was just told, my family, my world, everyone, everything I ever knew. It was all gone…
The next day, I was able to move my arms and legs, although I hadn’t regained the strenght to walk yet. But I was ready for a lesson, in history and the modern day world. I was put onto a whel chair, sort of. I guess the item called a wheel chair no longer existed so it could be called a hover chair. I was then placed in a room with a large throne like very hi-tech looking piece of equipment. I was strapped in with a metal band strapped around my forehead. The power switch was turned and the metal sent out magnetic waves, instantly filling my brain with information, about the past and the present. Rulers, phases in history, the education I would have received had I been born in the curent time, everything. I now understood the general flow that humanity had followed Little did I know while learning this that every musccle in my body was being massaged by tiny currents of energy, giving them new strengh. By the time that the learning session was over, I could walk back to my own room. Of course walking to me wasn’t near as smooth as it was before but the doctor assured me it would return with practice and time.
That night I slept in the hospital, the bed that I was on this time was considered normal by the current standards, but back in my time it was considered new and exciting technology. Memory foam that was created by Nasa was now affordible and practical, not to mention extremely comfortable. As I sat in the hospital I began to wonder, what did lay beyond these walls, I saw cities in the session but those cities were not Regina. I wondered if the sky remained blue, the grass green, I wondered if Balfor was still open and if Slurpees did still exist. The next day, all of my questions were answered.
I was released from the hospital rather fast, the next person on the list to be thawed had already began thawing, so they needed the extra room. Before I left though I was told to visit the front desk. I visited the front desk and a woman with sandy blond hair greeted me with a smile.
“Hello,” I said, glancing at her name tag on her shirt, “Linda, the nurse upstairs old me to come see you.”
“Oh, yes. I have a box of supplies for you that will be necessary for you to survive and fit in here in the future.” Linda replied.
“All right, thank you very much!” I said, while accepting the box. I pawed through the box and saw some things that were the same to me, like socks, a few shirts and some jeans. Although the times had changed, clothing had remained the same, or perhaps the current trend was retro. Either way, I was sure that I would feel comfortable in these familiar clothes. Just as I saw these clothing items, it became aware to me that I was still in standard hospital aparrel. I would have to change later. The next thing I found in my box was something that resembled a credit card, and I was sure that I would figure out how to work it. There were only a few more things in the box. One of the things was a note with an adress, I asked Linda about this item.
“Linda, what does this mean,” I said while pointing to the note.
“That is the temporary residence that we have assigned to you, it will be yours for the next three months. Within those months to make sure that you are not taking advantage of our kindness we will have a person scheduled to meet with oyu, to make sure that you are looking for a job and a permanent residence.” She replied
“Thank you very much,” I said wondering if those words were still spoken in this modern time. I then returned to my work, pawing through the box. I found a wallet, to store my card and a back pack. The last thing that I found was a small, mysterious cube or some sort.
“ I am sorry to bother you again Linda, but what is this?” I asked her while holding up the cube.
“I am not sure Alex, but it was in your box on the very bottom, meaning that it was your own belonging, from your own time.” She said
“Oh, I don’t remember owning this but if it was in my box, I may as well take it with me. Thank you for your help Linda, I will be on my way.” I then headed to an empty room and changed, shoving the hospital clothes into my back pack, it couldn’t hurt to have a spare set of clothes I thought. That was the last I would see of the hospital.
My first view of the city of the future was one that will always be with me, There were sparkling lights, shimmering buildings, fancy vehicles and of course, people. The people looked normal, their choice of clothing varried in styles and colours. Some were wearing clothes that were familiar to me and others were wearing combinations of styles that I had seen before. There were few people wearing jumpsuits made of a material that was new to me. But like I predicted from the hospital, retro seemed to be the look that as in. So I smoothly adjusted to the fashion in this present. I quickly pulled out the address from my pocket that I had received from the hospital, 567 Rogers st. I hadn’t gotten used to the money system here yet, so I decided to walk.
On my walk home I saw people with hover boards, and shoes, everything here seemed to hover. As I arrived to my house I found that there was some sort of scanner beside the door. In asked a man across the road and he explained that it was a retena scanner. I stuck my eye to the scanner and sure enough the door became transparent. I stuck my hand to the door and found that it was safe to go through. My body passed through and the door stayed open for 20 more seconds before becoming a solid again. I looked around and found my new house well furnished. Although I didn’t really notice the size of the house from outside I found that it was quite roomy. It was a bungalo, but for one person it would be more than enough room.
I noticed that the house was furnished with furniture from 2005. I looked to my right and on a small screen it said, “Your house has been furnished with furniture from your time to help combat home sickness.” As I looked back at the furniture, I did notice that it eased my stomach a little. But as that pain went away, a new one grew. My stomach grumbled, hungry for food. I walked around the house looking for some thing to eat. I walked through several rooms and finally found the kitchen at the back of the house. I entered and wasn’t surprised that the kitchen looked the same as it would in my time as well. I opened the fridge and tried to think of how they could keep these items from the past in such good condition.
-Then I remembered back to one of the lessons that was on the disc. The objects within houses in this time were comprised of a series of lights that would be shot in the direction of where the object was to be placed. The lights were only given enough strength to extend to however far the object would go. The beams of light were shot from the roofs and walls. Then a special chemical spray was released into the air via the humidifier that ran through the vents. This mixture could crystialize lights. The texture of the object was determined by the texture you wanted. You could adjust the crystals to be smaller, which is more comfortable. Or larger, which is more firm, via the touch pad on the wall, where I first saw the message. The way they would create the cold in a fridge with this light method was still a mystery to me. They only covered he basics in the tutorial on the C.D. What I did know was that it costed credits which are modern day money to up grade your furniture. It seemed that in this world as in mine, nothing was free.
I opened the fridge eager to find something to sooth my stomach. But it was just full of bottles. One the left there were bottles of water, I grabbed one of those and gulped it down greedily. It seemed that they couldn’t improve something that was already perfect. On the other side of the the fridge though, I was hit by something unfamilliar. Tiny bottles were placed in four rows of five. I grabbed one of them, wondering what it was. On the side it said corn beef stew. I decided to read further down, it said that it contained 100% of the necessary nutritionary suppliments and vitamins. I pulled out one of the pills and swallowed. As I swallowed, I got two feelings, the first was in my mouth, the taste of corn beef stew errupted and made saliva gather in the bottom of my mouth. The second feeling was of complete and utter fullness.
Now that my stomach was full, only one thing remained, it was now time to collect my thoughts. I went into the room that I found to be my bedroom, while in search of my kitchen. I went to the comfortable looking chair in the corner and thought. I thought about my parents, and how I would never see them again. I thought about my friends, and how they were long gone. I thought of all the things that I missed, my dog, my cat. I even missed my school, teachers and all. I thought of everything I missed out on, even though I saw the past on the disc, it wasn’t the same as living it. Had I been there maybe the world wouldn’t be like this. I though of what I would do now, stuck in the future, knowing no one. My life had been perserved from that fall, but now I a 14 year old was living alone, with no friends or family to help. Perhaps they should have just let me die. This future wasn’t some where I wanted to be. I thought for hours long and hard. Perhaps this future seemed great, with it’s light furniture, pills for food, and enhanced home security controlled entirely by retena scans. But it was, it wasn’t my world. It reminded me of how when you break a toy that you had for a long time, and your parents buy you a new one, a better one. But no matter ho much better it is, it will never be the same, because it is lacking in one thing, sentimental value. My mind was made up, I would find a way to the past. But first I would have to rest.
The next day I went for lunch, to a Chez Burger president. It was a good meal, they actually served real food. I looked through my backpack for my wallet, when my hand grazed the cube. I felt something more this time. It felt like scrip was etched into the block. I pulled out the cube and gave it a second look. I read the script closely, I needed to squint because it was so small, but it said,
“Dear Alex, I am aware that you were frozen in the year 2005, I am unaware of the current date where you are though. I would like to tell you that I, you friend from the past Josh have created a time machine to bring you back. The reason I did this was that I couldn’t bear the look on your parents faces, knowing you would wake up one day, alone and scared. I also didn’t want this to happen to you, although I knew it must, but I didn’t want you to have to continue to live in that world. So, I studied at the collage of space and time, and found that I could make small rips in the chronological order of events. Of course I kept the findings a secret, for I knew that if others knew, they could abuse the machine and ruin everything humanity has worked so hard for. However I crunched the numbers and found that if only one person travelled back in time, things would come out the same. I am sure that you know things about the future, and when you arrive back you will have to keep it to yourself. Unless, of course it would affect humanity positivley. I wanted to keep the location of this machine a secret, so I hid it, and this poem, that only you will understand will lead you to it. The poem is:
A place where you took your cafinated drink
a place where you went to think
we would talk, chat and munch
this is a place that we visited a bunch
where you day dreamed and basked in the sun
this is your place of happiness, the only the one
Find the train and then go north
pull on the tree to make it come forth
Good Luck Alex, I hope we will meet again in the past soon.”
I sat and pondered, while taking a sip of coke. “A place where you took a cafinated drink. That would be a slurpee! A place where you went to think, that one had me stumped still. We could talk, chat and munch, this is a place that we visited a bunch, went tons of places a lot, but which one did he mean,” I thought to myself. “Where you day dreamed and basked in the sun, this is the only, the one. Drink, talk, eat, visited a bunch, there are only two posibilities, Josh’s back yard and Mine. But which one, Find the train…” Then it hit me, “Of course,” I yelled while standing up. “The train!” I quickly scanned my credit card on the door and an automated voice said, “Thank you, I hope you enjoyed your food.” I ran into the street to call a taxi.
When I finally flagged one down, the driver asked, “where to bud?”
“South East Regina,” I said anxiously, “And step on it!”
When I arrived at the bus stop I recognised the landscape and was surprised that the pond was still around in this time. But, although the pond still existed, The Leisure center was no more. Where it stood, now stood a new library. The library was larger, but defineatly not wider, it was more vertical than horizontal. I paid the driver and gave him my thanks, I then jogged to an area of large trees. How could the tree I was looking for have ever survived 2011 years. Perhaps it was just a stick when I was around, but it would be long dead by now. Unless, unless it was the tree I had learned about from the disc. If it was one of the trees that were experimented on for a primitive version of the taper worm cure they have now, then it may still reamain. There were a group of trees in this area that this experiment was done on in this area. They were given higher life expectancys due to a chemists mistake in the formula, and that chemist was none other than, Josh Harriet. “Accident, hah, Josh was smarter than I gave him credit for, he created a time reversal machine and thought up a way to get me to it.” I thought, laughing with joy.
I ran franticly through the area, trying to find the one tree that would lead me home. I tugged about ten trees, before I found the one that meant my freedom from this future. When I did find that one special tree nothing happened, I moved on at first but after about twenty seconds I felt the cube in my pocket, it was vibrating. I turned around and a branch of the tree swung downwards. On it there was a keypad. On it there were the numbers 0-9 and for a second I was angry, maddened that Josh went through all f these troubles, just to leave me with out a code. I tried random codes, ones that Josh wuld have used but none worked. I leaned back on the tree, from this view I could see something carved in the side of the tree, it was hard to make out. Inscribed on the tree were the words, “ Stuck on the code, look at the rhyming scheme. I quickly pulled out the cube, A,A B,B C,C D,D I punched that in and the now fammiliar buzzer sounded, wrong again!
“I don’t get it. Josh, why, you were my best friend, why mislead me like this, you knew me so well. You even knew my bike lock combo,” I said to my self, holding back tears, knowing that I would be stuck here forever. Until it clicked, “My bike combo!” I ran over to the key pad and entered 2,2,2,2,2,2,3,3. The way I remembered my combo was the word it spelt on my phone from entering the letters on my bike lock! Sam must have known that only I was stupid enough to forget a four digit number.
A ting sounded and the side of the tree slid side ways, I looked around ensuring that no one saw and walked in. Inside the air was musty and didn’t seem like the most healthy thing to be breathing in. The entire room was a mass of metal, with four giant pillars which came to a point before reaching the roof in each corner. In the middle of the room was a pedastal, with a small vertical metal beam with a small square slot. I walked toward the bam, that rese,bled a podium for public speaking and I read the message etched into the top. “Alex, you made it! I set the machine for the correct location, date and time. Just drop the cube in the slot and you can return to the past. I looked around the room, getting my last glance of the future. I made sure that the tree door was locked and sealed. I then walked back to the podium and dropped the cube into the slot. My fate was sealed, my future, which was actually my past, was now decided. Each of the pillats glowed green, and all shot a ray of energy to the podium where I was standing. The instant they hit me, my heart began to beat at light speed, and I jumped from future to past.
All of a sudden I was back, josh had just cracked a joke and we were all laughing, I looked down and told my friends to watch out for the ice slick on the side walk, we all avoided it and got past it. And that is exactly where that ice slick and my trip to the future were, my past.

So there are 2 of my class assignments that I have done. I currently am having some time tracking the others down but I'll find them. Well, hopefully this will keep all of you amused until then!

Heh, I liked that, but it took an impossibly long time to read - I think if you put an extra space between your paragraphs it would help the flow and readability a lot.

I enjoyed the first story immensely, was a facinating new way to look at an old story - who would have thought hansel and grettel a prologue for pinnochio. Geppeto lives!!! Kill the wevil itch...uh I mean the evil witch!

Good stuff, hope you've written more.