Creative Writing: The Preparation to Build a Time Machine

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

The Time Traveler climbs into the seat of the time machine, takes the starting lever in one hand, and the stopping lever in the other, and hurls forward into time. As he pushes the starting lever into the extreme position, he wonders if what he is experiencing is actually happening. As he tears his vision from the clock, the Time Traveler realizes a storm is forming around him and pushes the stopping lever. The machine stumbles in the sky and the Time Traveler is flung through the air! In the novel The Time Machine by H.G. Wells, a man travels through what he believes to be the fourth dimension, time, by using a time machine he created and goes on quite an adventure in

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

We live in a world where time is something that humans made in order to worship it. It makes everything in our very organized world work better and more efficiently, but that doesn’t mean it is all good. In About Time one man has the ability to travel back in time to a point in his own life. When he, Tim Lake, travels back in time he is like the people in Einstein’s Dreams who get sent back in time by debri causing a ripple. He is careful to not do anything too extreme because the slightest action could create a huge difference when he returns to the farthest point in time he has gone. For example, Tim wanted to change the fortune of his sister by not having her meet a certain guy, and by doing this he completely changed everything about

I used to always think about it when I was a kid. Time travel was always on my mind, always dreaming to be able to have that ability. That is until I hit the age of 11. That moment of my life was by far the most traumatic experience ever. I was then taught to open my eyes and see that life isn't all Unicorns and happy shit. Just the sheer memory of watching my parents get slaughtered in front of my own eyes.. "Hey what you writing?" Said Vincent curiously. I stare at him, arms folded with a stern look. Vincent looked at my computer screen from the top of his cubicle and points. "Is that your entry log for the background exam?"Said Vincent. "No, it- it's just something im writing to pass the time." I said as I cut the computer off. "Well I hope you gave a honest background log, You can't become a Rifter without it." Said Vincent motioning to the poster above my head left to me. It read in big and bold letters, "Those Who Are Weak Lack Honesty, Dignity, and Commitment!" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him. "I don't think half the government follows the bullshit propaganda they feed us anyways." I say with a chuckle. Vincent gives a weak smile, a smile of concern. He dips down back to his desk. I can hear his squeaky chair. I start to avert my gaze to my "office" space. It's a 10 by 10 room with no doors. All there is is the wall to your left, and one to your right. One single chair with one computer, a printer and a garbage can. The type of space fit for a group of toddlers in a play

The word “impossible” has been a controversial topic discussed for years by people who just explain why there is nothing more we can do. In the book, Physics of the Impossible, Michio Kaku takes multiple ideas and concepts from recent books or movies and he discusses how each of them could or could not exist in the future. Kaku is a theoretical physicist who attended Harvard after winning a scholarship there (preface xi). His passion for science began young in life when he entered and won a science fair, which was his inspiration (preface xi).

Time travel has been debated for years by philosophers and non-philosophers alike. While the possibility of time travel is intriguing and alluring, I do not believe its portrayal in today’s media is plausible. In this paper, I will argue that time travel, particularly back in time, is not possible in our current world and universe.

The beginning of the book is very intriguing, pulling readers into the book and making them want to read more. The book begins in the Time Traveler’s home, where he and his guests are having dinner and discussing his theories about time and time travel. When the Time Traveler tells the guests he can actually do it, they are skeptical. The Time Traveler’s colleagues bombard him with protestations and thought-provoking questions. This part of the book makes the reader wonder what the outcome of time traveling might be but it is obvious that the Time Traveler wholeheartedly believes in time travel.