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Lincoln wrote: "Amy wrote: "Oh, Lincoln. You're way too kind. I like to think Jeb & Skeeter started World War III."
So, What your saying Amy is that your drabble does tie into the "wool" series...Just a prequel....."
Well... except that in the ending of the Wool Omnibus, it's revealed that the reason the world was destroyed (view spoiler) I know you really want it to be a part of the Wool story, but it kind of can't be. However, if you (or anyone) WOULD like to contribute to the Wool story, the author allows fanfic novels/stories to be published in Kindle Worlds ... which I think is neat: https://kindleworlds.amazon.com/world....
So, What your saying Amy is that your drabble does tie into the "wool" series...Just a prequel....."
Well... except that in the ending of the Wool Omnibus, it's revealed that the reason the world was destroyed (view spoiler) I know you really want it to be a part of the Wool story, but it kind of can't be. However, if you (or anyone) WOULD like to contribute to the Wool story, the author allows fanfic novels/stories to be published in Kindle Worlds ... which I think is neat: https://kindleworlds.amazon.com/world....

Burke Rhodes raced through the streets, gas pedal to the floor, to reach Fifth and Vine. He only had twenty-four seconds to stop the car accident. He had to change history.
The traffic light turned red. Burke didn't see the Maserati until its front end caught his rear bumper. Burke's car began to skid, collided with another car, and spun into the intersection at Fifth and Vine.
He watched the mini-van rushing towards him, and saw his wife behind the wheel, eyes wide with shock. Just before their cars collided, Burke knew he had been his wife's killer all along.
Nigel wrote: "RED LIGHT
Burke Rhodes raced through the streets, gas pedal to the floor, to reach Fifth and Vine. He only had twenty-four seconds to stop the car accident. He had to change history.
The traffic ..."
Reason #534 not to time travel. Tough luck, no redo.
Burke Rhodes raced through the streets, gas pedal to the floor, to reach Fifth and Vine. He only had twenty-four seconds to stop the car accident. He had to change history.
The traffic ..."
Reason #534 not to time travel. Tough luck, no redo.

Burke Rhodes raced through the streets, gas pedal to the floor, to reach Fifth and Vine. He only had twenty-four seconds to stop the car accident. He had to change history.
The traffic ..."
Yes, but he had to try.
Lincoln: This writing challenge is kind of addictive.
~*~*~*~*
HE HAD IT COMING
“Out, out, damned spot," he muttered, washing his hands methodically in the kitchen sink. He scrubbed his fingernails until they bled, unable to tell which was his own blood and which was not. His singing began quietly, finally bursting forth Broadway-style: "He had it coming. He had it coming!"
He opened the living room door with one hand while the other hand tended to the necessary cleaning supplies. A chorus of "Surprise!" and "Happy Birthday" turned into gasps as the lights in the living room turned on, illuminating a blood-spattered stranger and with the birthday boy dead upon the floor.
~*~*~*~*
HE HAD IT COMING
“Out, out, damned spot," he muttered, washing his hands methodically in the kitchen sink. He scrubbed his fingernails until they bled, unable to tell which was his own blood and which was not. His singing began quietly, finally bursting forth Broadway-style: "He had it coming. He had it coming!"
He opened the living room door with one hand while the other hand tended to the necessary cleaning supplies. A chorus of "Surprise!" and "Happy Birthday" turned into gasps as the lights in the living room turned on, illuminating a blood-spattered stranger and with the birthday boy dead upon the floor.
Awesome Amy...Very scary Drabble...can totally imagine it happening the way you described. Although, was it an accident? Would the culprit try to clean up at the scene of the crime? Perhaps, if he did not to be seen leaving covered in blood.
Chess wrote: "Hi there! I would like to submit a fable written in the style of a drabble--a "frabble," if you will. ;o) This one is called The Fawn and the Hawk.
A pile of fallen apples lay in the woods, watche..."
Chess is this something you wrote? If so, GREAT! if not, its still a very nice tale. Thanks for posting.
A pile of fallen apples lay in the woods, watche..."
Chess is this something you wrote? If so, GREAT! if not, its still a very nice tale. Thanks for posting.
Lincoln wrote: "Awesome Amy...Very scary Drabble...can totally imagine it happening the way you described. Although, was it an accident? Would the culprit try to clean up at the scene of the crime? Perhaps, if ..."
Well, he's certainly quoting and singing guilty lines if it were an accident ... You truly do want to believe the best in everyone, don't you? I wish I still had that kind of optimism. Have you ever been called to jury duty?
Well, he's certainly quoting and singing guilty lines if it were an accident ... You truly do want to believe the best in everyone, don't you? I wish I still had that kind of optimism. Have you ever been called to jury duty?
If he were innocent he would be trying to save him, or calling 911...not worrying about covering up his actions by washing his hands. However, I see him as a crazed, mentally incapacitated individual. Perhaps, having had or currently experiencing a psychological break. So, in a sense nothing he is doing has to make sense, guilty or innocent.
Been called to Jury duty twice, never been selected...for the trial.
Been called to Jury duty twice, never been selected...for the trial.
Lincoln wrote: "Been called to Jury duty twice, never been selected...for the trial. ..."
You'd hope every jury member was a true "innocent until proven guilty" believer, especially if you were an innocent person on trial. Unfortunately, I think the opposite can be true.
You'd hope every jury member was a true "innocent until proven guilty" believer, especially if you were an innocent person on trial. Unfortunately, I think the opposite can be true.
Chess wrote: "Lincoln wrote: "Chess is this something you wrote? If so, GREAT! if not, its still a very nice tale. Thanks for posting."
Yes, that was my very first frabble. My pleasure!"
I like it all the more since its an original from you...Well done.
Yes, that was my very first frabble. My pleasure!"
I like it all the more since its an original from you...Well done.
Amy wrote: "Lincoln wrote: "Been called to Jury duty twice, never been selected...for the trial. ..."
You'd hope every jury member was a true "innocent until proven guilty" believer, especially if you were an..."
Thanks Amy...I will take that as a compliment...others my see it as naive, I like the drabble...
You'd hope every jury member was a true "innocent until proven guilty" believer, especially if you were an..."
Thanks Amy...I will take that as a compliment...others my see it as naive, I like the drabble...
So as an update to my "Duber Time" drabble, I printed out a copy of the story the day I wrote it and left it in an envelope taped to their door. It was stuck to that door for almost TWO WEEKS. It was just out there flapping in the breeze every time I passed. I went by again today and it is finally gone. Darn mysterious that place. I'm telling you. Time Travelers.
Chess wrote: "Okay, I have one more drabble that I just posted on my flash fiction blog. This one has a sci-fi/fantasy theme. Or does it? You be the judge.
The big question is whether or not the drone was able to live transmit the images back to home or not. If yes, dragon existence would be proven. If no, then either the dragon ate the drone or the drone got lost. This experiment requires a control drone and one more bait drone that DOESN'T wake up a sleeping dragon.
The big question is whether or not the drone was able to live transmit the images back to home or not. If yes, dragon existence would be proven. If no, then either the dragon ate the drone or the drone got lost. This experiment requires a control drone and one more bait drone that DOESN'T wake up a sleeping dragon.
Nathan wrote: "So as an update to my "Duber Time" drabble, I printed out a copy of the story the day I wrote it and left it in an envelope taped to their door. It was stuck to that door for almost TWO WEEKS. It w..."
Nathan,
That makes me so happy that you are being semi pro active, and putting your story on the door. It frustrates me to think of it there for two weeks...and I didn't even experience in person like you. I hope something comes of your "investigation".
Despite my encouragement and the host of the drabble challenge, I in no way incur the liabilities of said adventure.
Nathan,
That makes me so happy that you are being semi pro active, and putting your story on the door. It frustrates me to think of it there for two weeks...and I didn't even experience in person like you. I hope something comes of your "investigation".
Despite my encouragement and the host of the drabble challenge, I in no way incur the liabilities of said adventure.
Chess,
You are very talented in conveying a "full story" in drabble format. I have tried writing others but none have reached publish worthy sense.
I also like to read into the word dragon...often the author wants us to think dragon and yet leave actual description out of the story. However, this does not give a punch line to indicate the dragon is anything but an actual fire breathing dragon...
Well done.
You are very talented in conveying a "full story" in drabble format. I have tried writing others but none have reached publish worthy sense.
I also like to read into the word dragon...often the author wants us to think dragon and yet leave actual description out of the story. However, this does not give a punch line to indicate the dragon is anything but an actual fire breathing dragon...
Well done.
Lincoln wrote: I also like to read into the word dragon...often the author wants us to think dragon and yet leave actual description out of the story...
I think you might enjoy this story. The author did a reading of it at a writing conference I attended in January. I liked this take on dragons.
http://yareview.net/2013/03/into-the-...
I think you might enjoy this story. The author did a reading of it at a writing conference I attended in January. I liked this take on dragons.
http://yareview.net/2013/03/into-the-...


Cheryl in CC NV wrote: "Everybody, thank you for the wonderful contributions! I love short-short stories, capsules of focused ideas. These are terrific!"
Glad that you are enjoying Cheryl!! and I echo Cheryl's sentiment, thanks everyone who has participated.
Are you going to take on the drabble challenge Cheryl?
Glad that you are enjoying Cheryl!! and I echo Cheryl's sentiment, thanks everyone who has participated.
Are you going to take on the drabble challenge Cheryl?
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
They said that the first time I met them was the day our mother died. They appeared in my bedroom some time around 9am, different ages and clothes but all a version of me. The whitest-haired and saddest passed out a list of failed ideas “in order to avoid chaos and maximize time.” He then passed out tasks to everyone, including me. I was to take her car to the shop to have her faulty brakes repaired. For some reason, this had never been done before. If you are reading this, I’ll know I sent myself on a suicide mission.
They said that the first time I met them was the day our mother died. They appeared in my bedroom some time around 9am, different ages and clothes but all a version of me. The whitest-haired and saddest passed out a list of failed ideas “in order to avoid chaos and maximize time.” He then passed out tasks to everyone, including me. I was to take her car to the shop to have her faulty brakes repaired. For some reason, this had never been done before. If you are reading this, I’ll know I sent myself on a suicide mission.
hmm. Interesting. So is it implied that mother died in a car accident related to the brakes being faulty. So in an effort of saving the mother's life go and have the brakes repaired, but no...save the mother's life by making oneself the victim of the faulty brakes instead?
Am I right?
Am I right?
I am glad you chose to participate Paul...Tip of the hat to Schrodinger's Cat...without looking in the box the cat exists simultaneously alive and dead...Good Job!
The juxtaposition of the man shielding his eyes from the sun, and falling to his death and then looking up into his mother's face...are we talking reincarnation here Paul? Dieing one moment and being born again the next?
Thanks again for taking the drabble challenge!
The juxtaposition of the man shielding his eyes from the sun, and falling to his death and then looking up into his mother's face...are we talking reincarnation here Paul? Dieing one moment and being born again the next?
Thanks again for taking the drabble challenge!
I think that's what's cool about dribbles...you have an idea to convey, but with the limited words, it's sometimes open to personal interpretation.
Thus discussing dribbles can be as fun as writing them.
Thus discussing dribbles can be as fun as writing them.
What's interesting is that the shortness of a drabble seems to lend itself to some sort of finality ... usually death. What else ends so abruptly?
I like the twist of death + rebirth ... and that true love is mom's love.
My next personal drabble challenge will be to not include death or sadness. Who's with me?
I like the twist of death + rebirth ... and that true love is mom's love.
My next personal drabble challenge will be to not include death or sadness. Who's with me?
Lincoln wrote: "I am working on one can't get it to make much sense..."
Yes, the challenge is making sense in exactly 100 words.
Yes, the challenge is making sense in exactly 100 words.

"LOOKING FOR WORK"
Perfect assignment for the new guy. Routine historical flashback piece, they'd told him. Some human interest angles, a cute interview or two, the big picture wrap up, the viewers will love it.
But time travel isn't exact science. He landed on the bloodiest day on the wrong side of a wall in Fredericksburg of 1862, where waves of Union troops were being stupidly sacrificed against entrenched Confederates. A ball creased his skull, but he survived among wailing shadows with one corpse beneath him and more above absorbing the storm.
Not bad video, they said, but it's a little too short.
The Unread Book
I opened the Tome. The chamber echoed. The pages miraculously preserved by some unfathomable scientific explanation. Had the book been resting untouched, perched on this dais for untold millennia? UCHTIZITYCR The word glowed gold as if embossed on the page. I attempted to read the the word Ah-Ch-Tiz-ity-Cur. “RELEASE ME!” A voice originating in my own head…I step back startled. Was the book speaking to me? I had come for this purpose, I continued in earnest, Ah-Ch-Tiz-ity-Cur. A bright glowing angel to my eyes descended from above the Dias.
“Have you learned how to slay the beast?” The angel said.
I opened the Tome. The chamber echoed. The pages miraculously preserved by some unfathomable scientific explanation. Had the book been resting untouched, perched on this dais for untold millennia? UCHTIZITYCR The word glowed gold as if embossed on the page. I attempted to read the the word Ah-Ch-Tiz-ity-Cur. “RELEASE ME!” A voice originating in my own head…I step back startled. Was the book speaking to me? I had come for this purpose, I continued in earnest, Ah-Ch-Tiz-ity-Cur. A bright glowing angel to my eyes descended from above the Dias.
“Have you learned how to slay the beast?” The angel said.

Has your character traveled into the future where video games have advanced to the point the avatars are no longer necessary, the player can be inserted into the game?
Or, has your character traveled into the past, and is about to set a demon free from angel-induced stasis and slay him for all time, under the watchful eye of the angel that will put him back into stasis if you fail?
Cynthia

Did you character turn to his editor and shout, "Fine. YOU go back and get more footage, and IF you make it back, do bring back that divot of my skull I left behind will you!"
Cynthia
I wrote the drabble to spark imagination and choose your own conclusion. But yes, something evil is imprisoned in the book, and having no way of killing it are forced to imprison it forever...until someone has discovered how to destroy it, thus the question from the Angel.
Paul wrote: "Nice job yourself, Lincoln, great visuals. Maybe UCHTIZITYCR means, "Continued on next Drabble.""
See ... that would just be drabble cheating! Of course, the title of mine was a bit of a cheat: To Whom It May Concern.
Lincoln wrote: "Have you learned how to slay the beast?” The angel said..."
I replied, "I think you've got the wrong person. The guy who opened the book just ran out of the chamber."
The angel looked through the door to the right while I ran out the door to the left, tripping an apparatus that made both doors slide shut behind me.
"Whew. Close call," I said, running as quickly as I could toward the entrance.
I paused to look behind me and was shocked to see half of a beast, severed by the slamming door, the book falling from it's limp paw. “I guess cowardice can sometimes be its own reward.”
See ... that would just be drabble cheating! Of course, the title of mine was a bit of a cheat: To Whom It May Concern.
Lincoln wrote: "Have you learned how to slay the beast?” The angel said..."
I replied, "I think you've got the wrong person. The guy who opened the book just ran out of the chamber."
The angel looked through the door to the right while I ran out the door to the left, tripping an apparatus that made both doors slide shut behind me.
"Whew. Close call," I said, running as quickly as I could toward the entrance.
I paused to look behind me and was shocked to see half of a beast, severed by the slamming door, the book falling from it's limp paw. “I guess cowardice can sometimes be its own reward.”
Good job Amy....I agree it would be drabble cheating but you continued the story with your original drabble...I have to say if the Angel can be fooled so easily, not an ideal guard...although probably been bored with nothing happening in such a long time.
Lincoln wrote: "Good job Amy....I agree it would be drabble cheating but you continued the story with your original drabble...I have to say if the Angel can be fooled so easily, not an ideal guard...although proba..."
Or the angel was the beast ... and bored.
Or the angel was the beast ... and bored.

Did you character turn to his editor and shout, "Fine. YOU go back and get more footage, and IF you make it back, do bring back that divot of my skull I left behind will you!"
Cynthia"
I hope so, Cynthia. Or, "I quit!" I thought of this watching news reports from awful conflicts around the world. (Take your pick.) Could it get even MORE dangerous for those incredibly brave correspondents? Sure. Time Travel reporting! Video at 10:00.
My brother filed reports from a Middle East war some thirty years ago. The most dramatic was audio only. You could hear the bombs and he sounded out of breath, as if on the run. The bombs were real, but when it was his turn on the only phone line, he had to run up six flights from the hotel bar where correspondents hung out every evening. They didn't mention that part.
Paul wrote: "The bombs were real, but when it was his turn on the only phone line, he had to run up six flights from the hotel bar where correspondents hung out every evening. They didn't mention that part. ..."
Interesting how we can draw such extreme conclusions from lack of information. We automatically fill in details based on past experience. And misunderstandings abound.
Interesting how we can draw such extreme conclusions from lack of information. We automatically fill in details based on past experience. And misunderstandings abound.

One of our favorite weather reports shows the reporter sitting in a row boat reporting on a flood, and some guy casually walks by revealing the water was only a few inches deep.
Now, no doubt the water was at one time higher, or was actually higher at other locations, but like the reporters in the hotel bar you mention, the reporter's viewpoint was much enhanced for distribution. LOL!
Now, time traveling onto a battlefield during the Civil War, that should include danger pay, and the right to tell your editor to go to hell by way of Fredericksburg of 1862.

OK, just one more -- Time Travel silliness, but no death or sadness. It's called:
"FAMILY SECRET"
I'm not supposed to say I can time travel, but mama can, and my sisters, and grandma. Just us girls. If I tell at school, they make me come here, but I don't mind. I like you all, but not Dr. Fowler so much. He did stop giving me that nasty ol' medicine because I just disappear like I said I would and then he has to explain. He's so silly. He'll walk through that door in one minute, but I'll already be gone on back to my birthday party, just watch. He'll be so upset. Don't tell my mother.
Paul wrote: "OK, just one more -- Time Travel silliness, but no death or sadness."
I like it. So, how many versions of her are at her birthday party? If she's as obsessed with birthday parties as my daughter, there'd better be several cakes.
I like it. So, how many versions of her are at her birthday party? If she's as obsessed with birthday parties as my daughter, there'd better be several cakes.

Yeah, how many versions and which one opens the presents? Fortunately, rules were set some time ago by mother and big sisters, though they're more lax if it's just family. Plenty of cake, of course.
This Drabble was inspired by an application I just got from a prospective student who looks exactly like somebody that I used to know (queue Gotye song). It's an attempt to provide an answer to a question that never got answered in real life ...
MOTHER
He jumped up in a feverish frenzy, uncurled his body from mine, and turned off the television. His face became ashen, mirroring the faces of the zombies we’d been watching. “You’ve got to leave now. Mother mustn’t meet you or she’d know everything. Mother’d know!” He'd said his mother was a nurse who worked late hours. Could his housemate really be a wife instead? Why else the secrecy? Or was he really as insane as I was beginning to suspect? That night, I passed a nurse on the stairs on the way to my car. Her name tag read “Mather”.
MOTHER
He jumped up in a feverish frenzy, uncurled his body from mine, and turned off the television. His face became ashen, mirroring the faces of the zombies we’d been watching. “You’ve got to leave now. Mother mustn’t meet you or she’d know everything. Mother’d know!” He'd said his mother was a nurse who worked late hours. Could his housemate really be a wife instead? Why else the secrecy? Or was he really as insane as I was beginning to suspect? That night, I passed a nurse on the stairs on the way to my car. Her name tag read “Mather”.

Wow. I like it. But I vote you get 200 words for this one.

OK, just one more -- Time Travel silliness, but no death or sadness. It's called:
"FAMI..."
Is she a fiesty lady in a nursing home, returning to the past to visit her female relatives who have all gathered for one of her childhood birthday parties?
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So, What your saying Amy is that your drabble does tie into the "wool" series...Just a prequel...The entire planet is radiated and convenient there are all these empty underground silos to take refuge.