The Trepidation Trek

[Rob Fusion]

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The Trepidation Trek


Before you dictate, or for that matter think of the two words; ignorant and fool. I regret to inform you that I had did it once before. I had concluded that the ill-dramatized version of Bradbury’s “A Sound of Thunder,” didn’t portray what the Cretaceous period was really reminiscent of.
It was 11:11 P.M. when I concluded that the first trip did not fulfill my thrill-seeking temperament. It will not be said how the time machine was built, but fantastically made it was. I had transcended into what no man had ever bore witness to. No writer could compare to the sights, and no film-maker could remake. I saw, and I accomplished. I was careful, but I also experimented. Men alike underestimated the minds of the ancient-creatures. Killing a butterfly would not destroy the space-time continuum. If no animal knew that butterfly existed, time could not be disrupted, nor the future corrupted. Or so it was my belief.
I, in my first adventure, did not ride a dinosaur. Upon pondering my second adventure, I concluded with great contemplation, that I would ride a dinosaur. I would also, ride the most feared and revered dinosaur that existed to date; the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
It was November 11th, at the eleventh hour. I strode down the dimly lit hallway to the glorious machine. At this point in time, my moral values played no role in my determining factor. I was set to ride the T-Rex. I entered the date in which I was to travel to. I patiently waited as the machine started its engine. Slowly the rhythmic hum surrounded the 6 foot control room. When the machine decided it was warmed up, it chimed in a lower hum thus signifying its readiness. Slowly the white egg shaped machine spun, slowly gaining momentum until it was spinning at maximum potential. Sickness was avoided because of a keen invention, details not to be explained.
The machine started its trek backwards, displaying on the LCD screen the current year which was being passed; 1968, 1965, 1865, and then a rather hard bump. I was uncertain of the atmospheric conditions, but my gauges read the oxygen levels were sufficient for my life to be sustained.
The door to the egg-shaped machine folded outwards and I let my foot fall onto the lush grass of the Late-Cretaceous period. The humidity consumed my body and the air was much heavier. Due to the temperature and the weather conditions, I stripped my clothes, completely.

The highest probability of finding my prize would to stay around the great-plains. A large creature such as the T-Rex was not one to confide itself to a jungle. I headed off west into the rolling hills. I took no care to look where I stepped, for I was none other then a pompous, vindictive; ***. The ferns and bugs that surrounded me were immense. Large pink, purple, orange, and green thorn bushes surrounded me, enticing me into their deadly spikes. The fragrances they gave off were mind-numbing, but I kept my path.
I had traveled approximately two miles, and the trepidation of finding my T-Rex flowed through my veins. I entered a clearing and there standing amongst various beasts stood my heart-wrenching beast. The color of my dinosaur nearly paralyzed me. Its bright-pink skin reflected the sun majestically, pointing out the unorthodox fusion of purple-polka-dots. It however, was not a force to laugh at; a single distorted action could end my life.

Although I had transcended through the space-time-continuum, I was no epic hero. My actions were to be precise. I carefully strode over to the giant-tooth-bearer. With me I carried a custom made saddle and reins to throw over its nostril. Carefully striding over to the beast, avoiding sight, I was able to sneak within five feet. As I came within the final five feet, the T-Rex was able to pick up my scent. I figured it would have, just not so late in my approach. It flung its head at me wildly and I knew I would have to act fast. I ran around to its tail and with pristine agility ran up its tail onto its back. I reassured myself I wasn’t dreaming, and to my horrid displeasure, the T-Rex further reassured any glimpses of this being a dream. The creature bucked crazily. It wanted the foreign substance off its back, but I was not going to give up without a fight.

It was then that I failed my adventure. The local police department threw me against the store window and hand-cuffed me. Apparently a distraught child saw a middle-aged nude man riding a fifty-cent plastic Dinosaur machine and told his mother. She then phoned the police.

[Rob Fusion]

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[Rob Fusion]

It was never found out why it just suddenly stopped flowing. There were rumors that the government wanted a mass cleanout and what other way then to erase the very thing that kept civilization moving. They had then, perhaps figured out the essential thing that could corrupt any person. Time, they had managed to stop it.
The clock never struck twelve that night. Nor did it ever strike again. When Danny woke up the next morning he glanced over at his alarm clock. It read 11:59 P.M. He declared that the five dollar bargain rack clock was a bad purchase. He then decided to retrieve his watch which read the same time. Apparently the Mickey Mouse watch was also a doomed purchase. The third choice being the microwave held the same ending. He concurred that he should stop shopping at discount distributors. He decided to check his computer to see the time and saw in the bottom right hand corner 11:59 P.M. A coincidence he thought, no possible way could every single clock just mange to stop.

He then went to local news sites. They all still held the previous day’s news and forecasts. Nothing had been updated; everything still existed from the day before. It was as if everything and everyone seemed to take the new day off, including time. He was also quite agitated because his automatic coffee maker was no longer automatic.
Danny unplugged his cell phone form the wall charger and called his friend Roger, and found that Roger’s clocks as well had stopped at the precise time of 11:59. Roger had noted that his clocks read specifically 11:59:59. They had stopped a second before 12 P.M. Daniel wasn’t a religious man; he just figured it was a weird coincidence that all his clocks and his friend’s clocks had mistakenly stopped working. Daniel had remembered at that moment that he had a sun dial in his back yard. He had watched a HGTV home special one time where Sun Dials were said to be a yard booster, however, it was more of a yard stuffing. He walked through his kitchen and out the sliding glass door. Upon reaching his small cement back yard he noticed his three-foot granite sundial told no time. The sun was shining majestically in the sky, but it cast no shadow upon the dial.. He dually noted that the sun shone in the middle of the sky. Since he was so accustomed to waking up early he knew it had to be early morning. Thus the sun should have been only rising in the East.

Daniel went back inside the house and got ready to leave for work. He wasn’t going to be one of the people that decided a day needed to be taken off. When he was done with his mundane tasks of preparing himself presentable he headed off for work by the subway. Waiting at the subway station, he noticed the air felt different around him, he couldn’t quite put a finger on why it felt different, but his breathing felt more labored. Eventually the subway arrived, he knew not how long because his watch was broken, but it was only a short while.

When he arrived at work his boss was the only one present. “No work today,” he stated calmly.” All the clocks have seemed to gone haywire. We can’t figure it out, so works cancelled for the day. I tried punching in at the machine but it just read 11:59 P.M.”
Daniel headed home. When he arrived at home he turned on his television to watch T.V. but no shows were on. He pressed the button for the T.V. guide but to his horror all the shows said they were to be on next at 11:59. The other hours of the day held no program.

It was decided he would wait until it was dark. But Dark never came. He went outside to look to see where the sun was and it still sat in the middle of sky. So there he sat on the ground, waiting, waiting for the sun to move or for time to start again. For, without time, he and everyone else were lost.

[Rob Fusion]

The Gallant Strife
With fire in his eyes and a determination unscathed, he knew that crossing this barren land of sand would not only prove him a man, but a person of remarkable standing. He had gone to the desert to merely play around and explore the new surrounding, instead the sun shone down upon him without remorse. It was enticing him to fall asleep and dream of a second coming. No longer was he playing an explorers game but one of life and death. The sand around him playfully whipped at his face slowly eating away the skin.

He hadn’t thought about the extreme heat and the dehydration that would follow, he thought he could walk the mere desert in a day. He dredged on across the interminable desert, searching for a spec of humanity. He couldn’t fathom how a place in the world could be without so much life. It was an adventure only a hero could survive.
He had heard once that cactuses bore water, however this desert was absence from the stroke of humanity. No plant grew, and the only shadow cast was the small dark shadow of his. Walking along, the sun grew stronger, and his leg’s weaker.

He tried to a dig a hole in the sand but the effort required was much too great, so instead he walked on. As he continued to walk his knees began to give in and he intermittently fell to ground, he would slowly rise and continue to walk until again his weakened body would collapse. He decided that he should try and take a nap, he pull his shirt above his face so he would not burn and took a deep nap.

He awoke to the yelling of another human, he turned his head in the direction of the shouts and keenly listened to the words that were flowing through thee air, suddenly the words made sense in his half-fried brain. “Christopher come get your juice, it is to hot out here to not have anything to drink.”
So the three-year-old climbed out of his 10x10 sand box, and waddled his way over to his mother who rewarded him with a crisp refreshing juice box.

[Rob Fusion]

My name is Dexter Slyman, but my friends refer to me as “Yoink.” My life is full of turmoil and disaster and I seem to have a constant cloud of misfortune follow me. Though, the cloud of misfortune, or my own wrong doing is how I ended up in Cell Block D of the Coxsackie Correctional Facility.

Once I was born, that’s when it started. My life was one screw up after another. Though, by the time I reached age 11, I started to use my head a bit more. Since I had no life, no friends, no money, I had to change otherwise I wasn’t makin’ it on the Lower East Side. I constantly had problems with the pigs and local shop owners. I had no parents, I lived off the streets.

If I were hungry I’d run to an Italian Bakery and wait for some rich kid with his neat clothes and pockets full of dimes. I’d let him go in the store buy his freshly baked bread drizzled with Olive Oil. I’d wait for him to walk out, then pop em’ one in the face and send him home crying to his mother. That’s the way I lived, and I liked it. Sometimes I’d run to street carts and pinch some sandwiches, that was until every cart owner on Broadway and Canal St knew who I was. Sometimes if my cloths got scraggly and old I’d pinch all the candy machines in the subway station. Once I got enough money I’d go over to a store and buy some new clothes, and a feathered hat.

One day while walking over to 2nd Ave to pick up some chick I met the previous day I met my new best friend, Houdini. He was a small kid, not packing much weight, but for what he lacked in size, he gained in being a tough thief. When I tell you the kid could pinch anything, he could pinch anything. See the only problem with the kid was; he had to go to school five days a week. To get around this scheme I got real cute with his parents. I got them to let me live in their East 5th Street Apartment. However, since I now lived in their Apartment they expected me to attend school as well. At first, I openly objected, but when I was finally forced to attend, I found out school wasn’t too bad after all. After spending a week in school, I started stealing the school supplies and selling it at the Bargain General for a steady flow of cash.

Houdini and me however, always had the problem of taking things to far. So, about two weeks into my school year on a late Saturday Night me and Houdini decided to go after the type writers and other big name items we could make quite of a bit of cash for. Houdini unlocked the small window and climbed into the school, he came out with four type writers which we sold the next day for $32 a piece. That, however, was our biggest mistake. We forgot to look over the Type writers and on the bottom of them, it was stamped “New York City School Property.” When the Crap buyer saw the stamp he contacted the pigs cause’ he didn’t want any heat on his store. Since me and Houdini were in the knack of stealing school supplies all the time he identified us to the pigs and we got sentenced to a Catholic Reformatory.

When I got to the Reformatory the first thing I did was lend a right hook to the face of one of the brothers. I was gunna’ let those no good Catholic brothers know they couldn’t tame ol’Dexter Slyman. The brother let me know he wasn’t gonna put up with any of my ginny crap by putting me in the Lock Box for a week. I didn’t give a damn though, It was better then half my life living on the street, plus the food was pretty decent.
After my week was up, I went up the brother to put me in the Box. I looked him in the eye and said “I understand you’re trying to run a peaceful joint an’ all, but I ain’t taking crap from no one.” I threw a punch to his gut so he bent over gasping for breath, then knocked em’ one in the jaw. When the rest of the Brothers heard the commotion they ran in and tackled me. I was sentenced two weeks to the lock box with half rations.

Eh, I spent my two weeks and didn’t mind none, but I kinda’ felt bad for Houdini. He was a small kid and I hadn’t spoke to em’ in three weeks since we entered this joke of a joint. This time once I got outta’ the box I went straight to the yard looking for Houdini. I found em sitting with the rest of the ginnys. When I got there, I was applauded by the whole lot and considered the toughest kid in the whole joint.

I quickly took run of the joint and started getting extra food from kids on the outside. They’d jump on the 6 foot brick wall surrounding the reformatory and drop down salami sandwiches and other Italian baked goods. It wasn’t a bad six months in the Reformatory but on my last week in there some of the Brothers didn’t want me to leave on account of me downing two of them in my first three weeks. They went on Petitioning to the City Council to extend my stay. They made up crap saying I was a gang leader and constantly making riots for the brothers to clean up.
So needless to say the Council took the Brothers statements and decided to extend my stay another three months. That set me off bad, I was ready to take down and knock out every brother in the joint, but my good ol’ pal Houdini had a better idea. Somehow the little sleaze ball managed to get a hold of a crate full of grenades.

I decided that if these bastards were gunna’ sentence me to another three months when I hadn’t caused crap I was gunna’ bomb their no good white asses. I marched myself and Houdini to the faggot’s office and pulled the pin outta’ the grenade. I waited a couple of seconds then beat it from the office. ****, if I woulda’ used my brain I wouldn’t of ran and instead hid in a bathroom or some ****. Instead stupid ol’ Dexter beat it and got caught cause’ he was the only ginny running from the scene. No one got hurt in the explosion but it seems I cost the Reformatory quite a bit of money.

**** hit the fan and here I am sitting in the Cell Block listening to the queer’s rap their dicks against the cell doors. Some ****in’ life, eh.

[Rob Fusion]

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