Tag: Time travel
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Odd Prompts: Running Into Time
This is a portion of what I wrote today, which was supposed to be a short vignette to bridge me between two projects and ballooned into over 3000 words of… something. Dunno what it is yet. You tell me! *** “Why did you say Dr. Yeager was wrong?” She asked, after they had circumnavigated the…
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Odd Prompts: Toss a Coin
The first time, he was waiting for her. She’d promised to meet him on the beach for the sunrise, and with his heart doing doubletime, he’d woken early and paced along the shore. The gleam of silver had caught his eye, and he’d bent to pick it up out of sheer curiosity. The coin had…
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Odd Prompts: Time Travel
This is a one-shot vignette for this week’s prompt. Just me playing around. *** “The best argument for the impossibility of time travel?” She looked up from her cup of coffee, which she had been nursing like it was a rare commodity. “It hasn’t happened yet.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?” “Fully certain.”…
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Ready to Time Travel?
A new mathematical model purports to show that time travel without paradox is possible. As a writer, I’m looking at the article thinking… just how many ways could this go wrong? “The range of mathematical processes we discovered show that time travel with free will is logically possible in our universe without any paradox.”
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Marginalia
One small thing I sometimes miss about real paper books is the ability to scribble in the margin. I’ve done this rarely with fiction books, although I have copied out beautiful quotes, especially when I was younger and still had hopes of achieving lovely handwriting through practice. With history, though, and other books I wanted…
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Review: Cannibal Gold
I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, but growing up I read a lot of my father’s books. To be honest, I read everything in sight, but… this is relevant to today’s review. I don’t remember the first Clive Cussler I read, and it didn’t take me long to know they were all…
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Beautiful America: Looking Back
My father travels in time. Every year he spends a few weekends and extra days when he can steal away in the eighteenth century. Specifically, sometime during the French and Indian War. I’ve gone along with him, as I can disguise myself well enough, although I am not as knowledgeable as he is… I’m sharing…