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February 5, 2017

On Sunday the Time Traveler Stayed Home

Martin Fields, time traveler in training, was finally given his first solo assignment. Normally on Sundays, he stayed in his apartment, forgot about showering, dressed in his most grubby clothes, and tried out a new recipe for dinner. Martin loved to cook and he loved to try out new foods. He was in his “Middle-Eastern food” stage […]
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Published on February 05, 2017 05:00

February 4, 2017

The Apparition

Nine-year-old Erik Lund quietly crept out of Hammerfest’s historic Hauen Chapel. He never knew his great-grandfather and didn’t understand why people were upset at his death. Bored with the service, he went outside to play in the snow-covered cemetary. That’s when the man in the old-fashioned uniform appeared. “You must not be here. Go back inside.” […]
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Published on February 04, 2017 10:42

On Saturday the Time Traveler Went Hungry

Stalin is an asshole. I couldn’t believe it when Isis told me about this. It never came up in my High School World History class. It’s March 1933 on a farm, or what’s left of one, in the Ukraine. Her parents, her baby brother are dead. They starved. That sadistic bastard Josef Stalin wanted to […]
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Published on February 04, 2017 05:00

February 3, 2017

On Friday the Time Traveler Slept Late

Martin’s eyes snapped open the second his alarm clock announced itself with nerve-jarring buzzing. “Yah! What time is it? Oh shit, I’m late for…” Then he remembered that he didn’t have to be at the office by 8 a.m. today or ever again. He didn’t work in publishing anymore. He was a time traveler in […]
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Published on February 03, 2017 06:42

February 2, 2017

On Thursday the Time Traveler Walked Out

“I quit. I don’t care about the money. I don’t care about anything. You’re going to get me killed.” Martin Fields removed the Temporal Jump Suit and threw each piece on the floor of his bedroom rather than packing it in its customized carrying case. “That idiot in Las Vegas almost shot me.” Isis stood […]
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Published on February 02, 2017 07:46

February 1, 2017

On Wednesday the Time Traveler Got Wet

“Damn!” It was the only word Martin Fields could get out before falling into the Pacific Ocean near the equator, north of what would one day be called Papua New Guinea, and thousands of years before he was born. As his head resurfaced above the equatorial waters, he heard her say, “Try again, Martin.” Before […]
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Published on February 01, 2017 13:29

Exclusion

  “George Phillip Meadows, you have been found guilty of Betrayal of Trust, Neglect, and Excessive Absenteeism. Your sentence is set at ninety days of exclusion. Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?” “No, Your Honor. I accept the sentence.” Without another word, George picked up his suitcase and walked out […]
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Published on February 01, 2017 09:22

Chasing the Zodiac

Martin Fields looked out window of his rented condo at a street recently swept of snow. “So primitive, Isis, but we won’t be here long.” “It’s your fault we’re here at all.” Fields turned to face her. She was beautiful by design, reminding him that she wasn’t human. “How could I know he’d find my […]
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Published on February 01, 2017 07:46

January 31, 2017

You Never Have To Wait For A Time Traveler

Pamela had an unusual job; she was a time traveler. She worked on contract for the Department of Temporal Affairs. She was one of a dozen or so time workers who traveled up and down eternity detecting and correcting potential rifts in the time stream, events that, if left unchecked, would threaten the static history her […]
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Published on January 31, 2017 12:30

Left Alone

Joey was softly crying. His Mommy forgot him, forgot to pick him up at the Boys and Girls Club where he went everyday after school. Now everyone was gone and he was alone. It was cold and wet out and he was scared. Where was his Mommy and why didn’t she come to get him? […]
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Published on January 31, 2017 06:47