Cather's Short Story: Teleporter

Snatching the device, with superhuman speed, I held it inches from my face with shaking hands. My heart was pounding thunderously loud within my chest as excitement and numerous questions overtook my thoughts. Sliding the lock and typing each number with a slow nervousness, the message was pulled up front and center on the screen. The message shown read “Megan?,” and me playing dumb responded with “Who is this, sorry?” Moments later another message appeared from him saying “This is David, I found a note on my burger from earlier.” I read that message over and over again, it was him, it was really

I strode up the curved concrete path that led to the double doors of my house. As I walked, I could feel the freezing rain seeping in through my clothes, cooling my heated skin. It felt good, calming. However, more than anything, I was anxious to get inside. My eyes flickered down at my keychain, and mechanically I flicked through one key after another, but where was the house key? I stopped. And instantly, I had remembered that my mom had taken it two days before, to make a copy for the cleaning lady.

It was a dark Friday night, the week before Halloween and Emma Harmen was walking home from work. As she turns down a dark alley she hears a garbage can tip over. Her heart begins to beat faster and faster, she quickly turns around to see what it is. When she looks she sees nothing but a small black cat. Emma continues walking, after a few minutes have passed on the wall of the building ahead of her she sees a shadow appear from the streetlight behind her. Emma is really spooked now and her heart is beating rapidly, and decides to pick up the pace. When she hears a strangers footsteps closely behind her she was now certain someone was following her. Emma is now sprinting down the dark alley when out of no where she is hit abruptly by a car that was driving insanely fast. When she awakes minutes later the most attractive boy was standing over her.

She was just getting in her car to drive home from work when she heard it ring the first time. She sat there and stared. She didn’t recognize the number. Was it him? She fought the urge to answer it. Then she pulled out onto the street to drive home. When it rang again she was unprepared. It couldn’t be Vance he never called twice in a row.

I get a phone call while out of nowhere the news explaining the title or heading “ local krogers spy outbreak “ the voice on the phone then says “round three” but it isn't a voice I recognize. I hang up scared for my life . The phone rings again scared to answer my hand shales thus picking up the phone putting to my ear i hear my hype man say “ man i mad”. I say why “ he says i just remembered we never eat that chicken.” I look at the living room coffee table realizing that our chicken is still stemming ?” What is going on” I say . The tv takes my mind blankly then the lights go dark i hear a window shader and i hear someone whisper round three ,.....to be

Rosa yelled, “I was not done speaking to you!” Catie completely ignored her as she slammed the school door open. She rummaged through her backpack and fished out her car keys. The headlights flashed and the car beeped signaling it was unlocked as she pulled the door open. Sitting in the front seat, tears started to flow down Catie’s face. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t go home and face her parents fighting, but she couldn’t stay here and listen to Mrs. Rosa drone on anymore. Suddenly her phone started to vibrate and beep. She glanced over to see who was calling and scoffed in disgust when Sarah’s name popped up onto the

One night Kaylee’s parents were out with friends as she tried to sleep she could swear she heard movement down in the basement Kaylee being scared thinking it might be an intruder went to go investigate. Before going into the basement Kaylee tried to contact her parents, while trying to contact her parents for some odd reason her calls wouldn’t go through, she soon decided that should would have to check the mysterious sounds that would soon become a

The blinding rays of Los Angeles sunlight jolted me from my comfy bed in my apartment outside of the UCLA campus. My eyes were still heavy with sleep and my usually coiled brown hair was in a fuzzy static mess. Out of the blue, my smart phone made an irritating buzzing sound on my bedside table. I turned my torso to the table and picked up my vibrating phone, while groaning and rubbing my eyes, to read who the caller was. “Dr. Flournoy…? Oh, it’s my therapist!” I mumbled to myself. I looked at the time on my phone. “Jeez, she’s calling at 5:00 in the morning? It must be really urgent.” I picked up the still ringing phone, curious about why she was calling me.

The whole family searched the car, searched up and down looking in every spot they could, searched around the car, searched in every bag in the car, but they couldn’t find the phone. Someone thought it might be back in the water park lying somewhere. So Eve and her dad went back into the water park to look at multiple spots where the phone might have dropped. They looked in places where Eve’s mom sat and walked around, since she had Eve’s phone. It wasn’t there, they were erroneous and both started to panic. She then went up to the lady at the desk and asked if they found a phone. The lady asked what it looked like, and if she can describe it. Eve said repeatedly told her that her phone was blue, and finally the lady went back to look for her phone. The lady came back thankfully to Eve with her phone in her hand. Eve took her phone and she was just about to hug her because she was so blissful that she found her

“Hey sis, I wanted to know if you’re up for dinner tonight?” Summer pauses and had to gather her thoughts when she finally answers, “Yeah, I guess. Do you mind picking me up from my condo in Peachtree City?”......”Sure sis, I’ll be there at 9.” When the time came Summer is waiting outside in the cold when she see’s a black car pull up in front of her. She eagerly gets in and notice Jamel is driving. She continuously asks where her sister is and without acknowledging her he pulls off quick in a hurry. As they are speeding downtown Summer is panicking and reaching for the door handle when Jamel finally speaks up. “You know I’ve always thought you were cute, but I just can’t do it because of what you have.” Summer looks at him with dagger eyes and begins to swear at him while doing all of the above. Suddenly a loud boom came into place…...to be

“It’s too late.” she replied, “Maybe tomorrow.” This time was different. Freddie didn’t run away again, instead.... he called for Doris. The power shut off at the blink of an eye. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel things flying across the room. There were voices, but there was so much going on that I couldn’t identify where it was coming from. I ran to the basement to flip the switch, but only the dim lights to the basement came on. I opened my eyes to furniture covered in stark white sheets. I could hear whispering, no it was more like

A cold night, the vast city stands, frost bitten. The heart of the town lays dormant, almost frozen in time. A frigid wind gusts and roars through the desolate metropolis. Hannah looked out the window and exhaled. The driveway was still empty and it was getting dark. She checked the clock and sighed again, deeper this time. Her dad had said that she would pick her up by 5:30, but it was almost seven and Hannah hadn 't heard a word from him. She walked up the stairs to her room and threw away her baseball glove into her large closet. Hannah figured that even if her Dad did miraculously show, it wouldn 't be much fun playing catch in the dark. Hannah sat down on the couch and tried to do some of her reading homework, but she couldn 't get her dad off of her mind.

Chad and Lily were driving back to their apartment, from Northern Arizona University from a late practice. When all of a sudden they heard a screeching of tires, and a blazing of yellow lights, right before they lurched forward and heard an eerie whisper that said “only at 11:11 must this end” They had just been rear-ended.

It was a dark cool early morning in Fairmount. This was a rich neighborhood with houses the size of mansions. The people who lived there were mainly CEO’s of a business or doctors. Somewhere near the middle of the neighborhood was a very large house home to a single mother, Emma Thompson, and her 5 year old daughter, Ruby Thompson. It was somewhere around 3:00am When Emma woke up. The song that an ice cream truck plays woke her up. Ice cream trucks never came through this neighborhood and if they did they definitely would not be driving through a neighborhood at 3:00am. Emma had never heard an ice cream truck before, but somehow she knew how this specific truck’s song would end. At the very end of the song it was sound like a toy slowly dying. Emma made sure Ruby was still asleep and went outside to see what was going on. Once she got outside the ice cream truck was gone and the song had died away as well. Like any normal person, Emma thought she had just imagined the whole thing, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had heard that ice cream truck before and it's song that always messed up at the end.

He slides inside and closes the door. Tears begin to flow from his eyes as he slides down to the floor with his back to the door beginning to sob. “Where am I, what happened? This isn’t my life!” Blue thought to himself. Through tears Blue began to observe his room, same layout as the one he remembers but the contents are almost entirely different. Upon his nightstand stood a card, one with a picture of someone all too familiar, his grandmother. He wiped away the tears and scurried over to the card. He grasped it in two fingers and began to read what was written inside. “I hope you’re enjoying Illinois, I know it’s far away but remember I’m only a phone call away!” The picture attached was of his grandmother standing with him In front of the house he knew as home. Blue stares at this image while sitting upon his bed for quite some time, slowly realizing what is going on. “I’m in… a new timeline?” He thinks to himself. The happiness brought by his epiphany begins to