The Time Machine Novels & Stories

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

I pleaded with him with the dry tears on my face. “Yes. I know him. I can do that. Take me there. I can’t walk.” Alex and I pulled him up with his arms on our shoulders. “We should search that secret passage,” Alex suggested when Malcolm was working to save Chris. I nodded in difficulty. The room is big enough to live in. But it’s occupied by a machine. That’s the time machine. I never saw it in real. It seems far more difficult with many buttons, small and more complicated kinds of stuff. A flat square-shaped metal with three seats.

“It’s still early to prepare for it. I’ll stand by till Sam gets here.” I looked at the machine right in front of my eyes. It was made of steel, a ton of wirings, a cylinder-like metallic body, and some other bits of gear I am not familiar with. “Working on it again?” I asked. I heard how my mom took a deep breath. “Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.”

“Oh, Clara. That’s nice of you. I had Alice four years ago. And no, I’m not getting married to her Dad.” “I’m glad you are happy anyway.” “Yes, I am. What would you like to have? Is juice fine?” “Water is fine. Thank you.” The meeting goes on with little breaks from Alice who wouldn't stop asking so many questions. Sarah went into the room to bring Clara a sample of her dress material. Suddenly, Alice heard little girl scream in excitement. “Clara! On TV!” The girl yelled while pointing at the television screen. Clara was confused but she looked at the television. She froze in shock at what she saw. It was a picture of her and Aiden. She must have frozen because it took Sarah tapping her bec

“Here, Peter. Here’s what’s inside. A microfilm essay that provides a description of life in our time and a microfilm reader. And just in case the reader no longer works, it contains instructions for how to build one. There’s a pack of Camel cigarettes, a toy car, a dollar in change. There are issues of LIFE magazine and an artificial leather asbestos shingle—something we use in all kinds of buildings we live in today. It contains a seed bank, and seventy-five different types of fabrics and metals. And even some silly things, like Dr. West’s tooth powder, a Mickey Mouse watch, a View-Master and a Scent-o-vision.” The Hall of Electrical Living was a stainless steel gleamingly fantastical plac

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

Valentine said with a very slight interest. Scientist though he was happy to have raised the slight interest, he wasn't happy with the word 'future'. "I have to apologize to you, Young Crimson but time traveling to the future isn't possible right now. I could only succeed in cracking down the code to the past but the future is still to be achieved" came the disappointed reply from the scientist. "Then why call it a Time machine but instead it should be a past travel machine." Valentine joked and the Scientist laughed along even though not liking him constantly joking about his invention.

They have an immensely powerful memory and remember each and every detail of each and every day. Scientists are currently working on the time machine and the teleporting machine. The teleporting machine has made huge progress but it can cause DNA damage upon travel as it will use wormholes for transportation. It will not be available for commercial use but for scientists and astronauts in space research organizations. It will help them to reach much more farther away galaxies billions of light years away in an instant as till now the humanity can reach only nearby galaxies as it takes more a human's lifetime to reach some of those far away galaxies. It will be

Fyn wonders what was running inside Kavan's head when he told him the truth. Closing his eyes, Fyn continued, "I wanted to stay there. I knew that once I returned, the forest won't let me go again. But... time must be different inside this forest. I thought... I thought I had only been gone for weeks. I wasn't. I had been gone for years. There's nothing more I could go back to back there. Time destroyed my house. My plants were dead. They blamed me for the misfortune. The villagers turned angry like they wanted to hurt me-" Kavan's grip on him tightened. When he spoke, his voice was like a growl.