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May 12, 2012 · 8:51 pm

On Watches…

A man with one watch knows what time it is.  A man with two, is never quite certain.

Even a Broken Watch is correct twice a day.  Just like most people.

The perfect watch always shows the correct time, but is useless:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To a Time Traveler – A proper watch needs to have a date and year, a nob for parallel universe reference, a non-standard Sol/Earth rotational and size co-efficient, and infinite power source – and at least one alarm with a snooze button on it.  Perhap, the snooze buttom could transport you backward in the time continuum, so you not only get the extra five minutes, but end up still being on time…

It would also be great to have a device that could take control of other people’s watch to make the screen say cool things.  About to be in a shoot out?  Say, “Mister, better look at yer watch”  He looks down and it says “Your time is up!” Instead of its usual hands and such – you bet he turns tail runnin’!  Or about to aks the big question, have your spouse to be’s watch flash at her – What are We Waiting For?  Now is the Time!

Maybe better with just the pic?  Yeah, my thought too.  Need to dial it back a notch…

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December 3, 2011 · 5:00 am

Very Short Story for the West Valley Writers’ Group

Here is the story in its entirety.  The exercise was to start with the concept “you swing your legs out of the car and immediately feel yourself falling into a hole,” in less than 500 words.  This one is only around 275 words:

Shade Worlds

Bane swung his feet out of his car, stood up, and immediately began to fall down a hole.  The shifts between planes were happening more frequently and unpredictably now.  Bane knew he had to find the stolen Time Key before all the parallel universes collided.  Even as a Time Bureau field agent, the constant shifts were taking a toll on his sanity.  Just as he adjusted to one reality, he crashed into another.

Bane stood shakily as he stumbled into his new existence.  He was atop a barren mountain and heat bore down on him like a vice of suffering.  Nearby vents gave off the sickening scent of volcanic gases and the ground was stained yellow by large splotches of sulfur.  Just as Bane understood he was now on some prehistoric volcanic plateau, he spotted his prey.

Just across the ridge and weaving among the bubbling mud pools he saw the Time Smuggler running for his life.  Bane patted his trusty time sniffing band with satisfaction.  It had finally led him to the perpetrator.

Bane pulled out his weapon, a sleek black barrel; like a baton with a set of switches on it.  He pondered placing it on stun, but this crook had led him on too long of a chase and he was angry.  He set the device to kill mode and trod down the hill, grinning as he steadily gained ground on his stumbling and tripping foe.  As much as the constant shifts had weakened him, it had done much more damage to the unconditioned thief.

It was only a matter of time now.  Bane chuckled at the irony.

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