time travel | time travel
Feb.29.2012
Grandpa's crazy. Or at least that's what teens Max, Kyle, and Emma think when he tells them about the time machine in his basement. But when Emma's kidnapped precisely as Grandpa predicted, it's up to Max, Kyle, and their new pal Petra to save her. Using Grandpa's Chronal Engine, the three...
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Feb.21.2012
Every now and then, I like to feel connected to writing and real writers, so I subscribe to one of those writing magazines. Makes me feel I’m doing something positive towards my efforts to write, and you never know I might read an article that shows me how to write brilliantly, get published,...
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Feb.21.2012
Trash day has arrived again, as it has every Tuesday, every other Tuesday for recycling. They've changed the pick up day from Monday to Tuesday in our zone, which I like. I didn't dislike putting the trash out on Monday but I prefer Tuesday. Monday is the work week's start, the resumption of...
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Feb.15.2012
It's usually music, television or smells that take me into the past. Today the weather transported me. Snow was melting. Cold, crisp air filled my nose and lungs and bit exposed skin. Ice and water dripped from trees and telephone wires. A billion watt sun blazed from a baked blue sky. Everything...
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Jan.28.2012
In teaching Ray Bradbury's landmark short story "A Sound of Thunder" to 98 sophomores this fall, I was bemused to learn that for today's average teen, the phrase "the butterfly effect" evokes more conversation about Ashton Kutcher than about the concept of time travel. Not surprisingly, my students...
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Jan.27.2012
I walk by the house on my way to the beach every day. It's a massive, faceless house but it overlooks the ocean. And here, that means everything.
Last week, I noticed several cars parked in the driveway. Very nice cars. Black, sleek, tinted windows. For diplomats and rock stars....
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Jan.27.2012
A final blow to the head and he was out cold, face down, glistening drool seeping from his cracked, nicotine-stained lips. And I was the one who did it. I warned him that I would. That I could. But he didn't listen. He should have.
When we arrived at the hot springs in the Nevada desert...
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Jan.26.2012
As a science fiction and fantasy book and film fan of sorts, I relish the opportunity to respond to Red Room's blog topic of the week on time travel. The paradoxes and conundrums connected to this topic make excellent fodder for narrative exploration. Are there perhaps parallel...
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Jan.26.2012
I do it every day; I mean time-travel. I'm so forgetful that I leave messages on my phone to give my future self a hint as to what surely was forgotten.
Then later, my past self faithfully provides instructions to my present self. I always wonder at the fact that my past self believes...
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Jan.26.2012
Love is imperfect, often painful, sometimes tragic. That is what I learned later in life. When I read Bid Time Return (written by Richard Matheson) as a teenager I was transported by the notion even understanding this was fiction, that one look could tell you a person was your...
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