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    dots Submission Name: Back Again...dots

    Author: Katlord
    ASL Info:    24/no thanks/my room
    Elite Ratio:    2.17 - 375/199/101
    Words: 967
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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       We had to write a story for my English class about time travel. This is really short but hey it's a grade. I'm thinking about making it longer. Any ideas?

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    dotsBack Again...dots

    The small girl awoke with a start. She peered angrily at the now opened window. She stood, took a few quick steps, and slammed the window shut. Her eyes, still cloudy with sleep, looked from tank to tank. Her room was empty. All of her precious snakes were gone. She desperately wanted them back. She longed to hold her precious python, her glorious king snake. She wished to awaken, to look off the side of her bed and to see, Jewel and Jade, her favorite ring snakes. This could not be done for her father had taken them, leaving only her corn snakes, to her neighbor’s house. She would raise the snakes, with as much care as a child could offer, then her father would sell them. She hated to watch them go. She had hatched them, raised them to the best of her abilities, and then they were taken from her. It was as though her best friend, her children were now gone. Never to been seen again.

    “I will bring you back to me.” She promised to the now empty tanks that sat before her. “If it’s the last thing I do, I swear I’ll bring you back.”

    Ten years later.

    The teen shook away the memory. She was sitting in her normal spot in her Science class. The bell had rung and class had started. The teacher walked in and had planted herself at her desk. They began to discuss the theories of time travel. The girl looked up. Suddenly interested in the subject. ‘That’s what I’ll do,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll create a time machine and recollect my scale covered friends.’

    She rushed home immediately after school. She went down to her room and looked through her supplies. She didn’t have much of anything to use for such a project. She slammed her head on her hand, as she wrote out a list of necessary supplies. There was a soft knock at the door, accompanied by her mother’s voice.

    “Hey Kate, I’m going to Home Depot I need some new knobs for the bathroom, want to come?”

    She thought for a moment, glanced at the list, and responded with an enthusiastic YES! She put her shoes on and ran up the steps to the side door. She stuffed her hand in her pocket making sure that the paper, along with some money she had saved, was there.

    The parking lot was over crowded, but once you got inside the crowd seemed to melt away into to the endless aisles before them. She accompanied her mother on the location of the knobs, then went off on a search for her own items. When she had everything on the list with a few extra things they proceeded to they car.

    “What’s all this stuff for Kate?”

    She looked at her mother and smiled, “A school project.”

    Her mother raised her eyebrow in her usual fashion, then returned it to its normal resting position on her forehead.

    The two arrived home. She helped her mother to unload the car and install the new knobs. She then retreated to her room. It was dark, with Beethoven playing softly in the background. She pulled out her checklist and flipped it over. It had a small drawing of what she pictured the time machine to look like. She then began to slowly piece it together.

    She didn’t finish it until about two days later. That was fine because she would need at least the weekend to test it. She was not in a hurry to get home that day. It went by slowly but she knew she wouldn’t get to test it immediately anyway. She had to cut the grass, wash the car, and do a few other things before she would try it.

    When she had finished her chores, grabbed her backpack along with cloth bags, and she climbed into the machine. There were lots of knobs and buttons. She first set the time 4:30 a.m. then the date April 22, 1997, then finally location, 819 Lake Palms Dr. Largo, Fl. She flipped a few switches and pushed three buttons. She could a loud swishing sound. She closed her eyes.

    The door to her old house was closed. All of the lights were off. This created the illusion that the people inside were asleep. She knew to well that her father wasn’t. She was, in a sense, awe-struck that her home made machine had indeed transported her to the correct location and time. She didn’t have time for that. She had to save her beloved snakes before that man came and got them. She walked over to her old window. She looked inside and could see her younger self laying asleep in the bed. She tapped the top of the window, which for some reason had always unlocked it. She opened it slowly and climbed in. She pulled out each bag, she gently took each snake and put them in. She heard movement outside of her door. She quickly left the room leaving the window open. She had left behind the corn snakes. She quickly climbed into the time machine and started it up. She set the time to 11:30, the date to April 26, 2007 and the location to 1234 Cordova Ave. Cincinnati, Oh. She was again in her room. She looked over each of her snakes. None of them seemed to be injured but they had obviously grown. She happily placed each snake into it’s own container. She watched them intently for hours.

    “See,” she whispered, “I told you I’d be back.”

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      Nice imagery. I like it.
    | Posted on 2007-05-02 00:00:00 | by Depression420 | [ Reply to This ]
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