Time travel is a thing that has bugged science for hundreds of years. The same with the idea of alternate dimensions. You cant tell if something exists if you cant see, it smell it or even touch it, but its there. Anything is possible for one man, his name, Mark Slater the dimensions hopper.
"Ah, 11:00! Maybe I should get some brunch" said Mark as he stepped out of the taxi and looked at his phone. He paid the taxi driver and stepped onto the curve. "But where?" He mused to himself"Mark walked down the street getting a few odd looks from the locals."This place is always so different in the 1950's maybe I could find a dinner." said Mark. He then took out his phone and said "siri near by dinners in the 1950's."
"I have found 3 near by dinners the closest one is Stella's Diner,"said siri in a monotone voice.
He then looked down and saw some children where staring at him. He quickly realized that they had heard him talk to his phone which responded. Read more »
Last night I went to bed at 2:00 am after eating some cold pizza and watching a whole avatar the last air bender rerun. I feel asleep and when I woke up I wasn't in my bed room I felt taller and was in a weird bed. the ceiling to my bed room was completely wrong it looked like the bottom of a spring board bed. When I got up I tripped over a pair of boots. I looked around the room i was in and all i saw was a room full of empty bunk beds. i put on some clothes that were hanging on a hook I then laced up the boots. I then walked to the end of the room and saw a wooden rack. on the rack was a helmet with my name on it but it looked different. it said PVT.Silvers, backed away from it and then I tripped and landed on the floor hit hitting my head and going un unconscious. i woke up in the living room floor with my friends near me. I was glad that was over.
I like the birds singing in the trees
I like the bumble bees pollinating the flowers
I like the sound of a rifle firing at a target
I like the the sound of molten lead being poured
I like the sound of leaves crunching
I like the sound of the rabbi singing
I like all the good in the world
I like old cars and sunken boats
I like the wind and sky
I just wish that i could not be in a word full of hate because if you take anything form this let it be one thing
Guns don't kill people kill people
Blue sky deep and rich
white clouds lazly floating along
sign slowly rusting forgoten alone
road cacked and well used
cars passing not slowing to take a look
To all those who stop and look.