The Time Machine Novels & Stories

Everyone urged me to focus on my recovery first, but I couldn't wait another moment after wasting so much time. On the day my advisor recommended a position with modest pay but strong potential, I received a wedding invitation.

I haven't seen a real ship, just now and somehow, I'm a little scared and nervous. "I have this titanic feeling," I answer here. "Oh, the movie? My grandparents loved that movie. About jack and rose." Gen said. I eyed her incredulously. "It is more creepy hearing that you know the movie. It is freaking a real story on earth and was made into a movie." Gen shrugged. "Well, as I said, Pandora and earth had a connection 50 years ago before it was shut off. All these things are an adaptation from the earth." It answered me.

"Honestly I am so scared. I missed out on so much with you by being away and these days everything is so different. There is either a machine or an app for everything that needs to be done or it's not needed anymore." I started laughing. He was not wrong there are so many machines for taking care of your baby out there and me and Jack have had a look and laughed at most of them because it's honestly only there and invented because people are too lazy to do it themselves and spent some time with their children. "Jack and I were looking at everything a little earlier and are just as amazed at some of the things that are on the market. Some things are just laughable and others are just what the

In order to change their minds, I visited them at their homes one by one and explained basic psychology to them. A month later, one of the villagers sought me out himself. More and more villagers came to trust me after that, and they fought to consult me, filling my days to the brim. Little did I know that Harold would manage to find me in such a secluded place. When I saw him, I thought that I'd mistaken him for someone else. It'd only been a month since I left, but he looked as weathered as a man in his 50s. He'd grown out a moustache; it was obvious that he didn't bother with his appearance.

“I love it a lot.” Chaos rubbed her back, “I’m glad you love it.” He pulled away from the hug and pushed her hair behind her ear so he could see the hearing aid. “I love it on you, just the way I imagined it.” Florence smiled, her heart filled with warmth. She leaned in, her lips meeting Chaos’ in a tender kiss. At that moment, words were unnecessary. Their eyes, filled with love and understanding, spoke volumes. The hearing aid was a stunning piece of technology, a marvel of engineering and design. Its sleek, minimalist design was a reflection of Florence's own aesthetic, a blend of elegance and functionality.

Longest twenty minutes of my life… until I found out Lenora was sick about three hours ago. On the way out, they created portals and took us one or two at a time. Lady Camille was right. The quick trip left me disoriented and nauseous. On the way to the village near the airport, Delilah explained a portal was not just a tear in space and time. It’s a connection between one place and another. Portals are possible because of a place mortals can’t access called “The Beyond”. The Beyond is where the connection between the two places is cut short. The longer the distance between the entrance and exit, the further the Beyond has to stretch to pull the two points together. That extra effort require

Louie and I stood behind a thick screen of glass along scientists jutting down notes. “Commencing second trial,” the speakers blared. I hear Louie taking a deep breath beside me, his brow crunching up. “I’m sure this time it would go better,” I told him despite the skeptic thoughts I had. This is some crazy science here, I didn’t even knew how plausible it is to travel time using speakers? Sound? I need answers later. I saw a man on a hazmat suit that I think is thicker than the rest entering the dome. Levers and knobs were then turned making the machine whim to life. I could see pulses of light traveling towards the center and the speakers slowly rotating.

After reading those words, Chad grabbed the box and returned to the backyard. Herman ran forward and asked, "Dr. Jennings, may I look at that?" Toby helplessly yanked Herman back. "Herman, don't be rash. You will be able to see it again as long as Dr. Jennings keeps it." Herman was hesitant, but he said, "I looked at the wooden door just now. I believe it is over a hundred years old." Toby widened his eyes and asked, "How many years ago was it made?" Herman said gravely, "At least four to five hundred years old. It may even be older."

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.

He smiled. Although the window was too small, he could manage to enter in the room and jumped into it without any sound. And there was the TIME MACHINE. The room was dark, because the natural satellite Nool's light couldn't reach here for the deep forest around. But the slight light was enough for him to recognize the machine.