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Write whatever you want, but no using the letter ‘E’. That’s it.

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It's not so difficult. Many words, short and long do not contain that particular formation of sound... and contractions can work too.

But on to our story...

It was cold, floating through starry voids, too far from any to know warmth...

How had I got into this situation?

It wasn't my fault, though my captain would say it was...

Which, fair. It usually was my fault, but not this...

How was I to know a stray spark would blow half of our ship to crap? That wasn't my job. I wasn't a bloody sparky.

I sigh... accusations wouldn't do any good.

But what could I do?

Float through constant dark, waiting for my suit to run dry?

Fuck... Ma was right.

I was going to go just as my Pa did...

Lost and probably forgot by all but our family...

I start to cry.

It's slow.

My suit still has hours to burn...

I just wish I was warm...

My suit is good for air, but not so much for cold...

If I'm lucky... I'll fall to that with hours of air to go... that wouldn't hurt as much I think...

My suit is failing...

Finally... I gasp in what air I can...

Why am I still struggling?

This is it... but... I'm still afraid...

I had hours... but I don't want to go...

I try not to cry as my lungs burn and my vision spots...

I don't want...

But I can't...

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Describe your favorite color without using the word color, rainbow, or the name of any other color.

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It is the shade of endless incomprehensible things...

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You are suicidal and you meet the Angel of Death. They are the most beautiful thing you have ever seen and instantly fall in love. You ask them for a date and surprinsingly they say yes, but not before warning you: “I appear beautiful to those who seek me. Those who do not want me find me hideous”. Some weeks and dates later, they start looking differently…

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He'd said yes all those months ago. Standing at my side as I contemplated the fall to the street below. I had felt his presence and hesitated to look. When I had he was beautiful. Painfully so. Tall, clearly well proportioned even through the cloak hiding his body. His hair had been black. It tumbled down his back and whipped in the wind around us. His eyes caught my own when I finally dared to search his face. Brilliant and other worldly with their silver light and flecks of gold that reminded me of stars. He had cocked his head slightly when the words tumbled from my mouth. “Go on a date with me?” A small smile had formed over his lips. I had looked away, hand going up to rub nervously at my neck. When he had answered his voice was rich and smooth. “I appear beautiful to those who seek me... Those who do not want me find me hideous...” He paused for a few seconds. “Shall I meet you tonight? At six?” I had nodded vigorously. ------------------------------------------ That had been months ago. Since then he had began to change. It was small things, for only a second when I looked at him. His eyes would seem to glow less, the gold gone. His hair looked more like straw. Dark circles began to form around his eyes. He looked thin and ashen. Then I would blink and he’d look like he always did. He knew I was seeing something different in those moments. I could see it in the way he would give a tiny, almost sad smile and turn away. His words rang in my head each time. I hated it. There was nothing I wanted more than him. ------------- Now we were sitting together on my sofa, him curled up against my side, neither of us really paying attention to the movie. When he spoke it was almost painful to hear. “Do you still want to die?” “No.” He shifted in my arms, pushing himself up so he could look into my face. I was startled by the appearance of his face. It was a twisted mockery of the one I knew. Skin stretched tight against his skull and dark shadows making him look sick. His veins stood out, his teeth yellow and rotting as he spoke. “Then why do you stay with me? I know I must look hideous to you.” I shook my head, hands reaching up to trace over his skin. I cupped his cheeks, feeling the bone beneath. “You look beautiful.” He pulled away. Something changed in his gaze. I watched him stand. He ran a hand through his hair. Then he turned to look down at me. I wasn’t sure if he was angry or just confused. “Don’t lie to me. Please...” I stood then and moved towards him. He pulled away from my touch. I sighed. “I’m not lying. I don’t want to die and you are beautiful. Everything about you is.” He stared at me. I saw the flecks of gold light up in his eyes. I smiled. When I reached for him again he didn’t pull away. I took a steadying breath as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his own. He went stiff in my arms. Then he melted into the kiss. His arms wrapped around my neck. It was strange. His lips were cold, dry. He tasted like blood and ash. Slowly it faded. He was warm and wet and like honey on my tongue. I pulled away and found him staring dazedly at me. I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I love you.” He dropped his head to my shoulder, body shaking as he cried. “I... love you too...”

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The pantheon of the modern age has grown exponentially, accomadating gods for multiple things across the world. You are the god of the periodic table of elements. Describe how the other gods react to the discovery of a new element that causes your powers to become almost unstable.

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“Infinium...” It echoed through my head. Another element to the list. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew all the possible elements, natural and created. I knew their names in the tongues of all civilisations. I knew how each one felt. The natural elements were sweet, warm, easily moulded under my hands. The created ones were bitter and cold, they made me sick. They scratched at my bones and burnt like acid through my veins. But this. Infinium... It consumed me. Crushed me in a vice so tight I felt like I might collapse inwards. I was drowning, I was sure of it. My fingers twitched for it, to bend it into something, but I couldn’t. My body refused to move, my mind refused to form the command. With each passing second I wanted to scream. For control, for relief... For an escape from its unyielding grip. Then it ended and I was starring into familiar electric blue eyes. Slender hands rested on my shoulders. “Dart’e...” The other god searched my face. “Are you alright?” His words sounded like we were under water. I shook my head to rid the feeling. “I’m fine...” He looked me over once more before smiling. “If you say so.” ===================== I watched quietly as Khonsu moved the moon further through the sky, orbiting the Earth in its endless cycle. Dart’e sat beside me silently. Lost in the stream of his ever growing knowledge, for if the people knew it, then so too would he. I turned my own gaze to the stars. Staring at the empty void between them I felt the slow constricting of my body. Darkness crept into my vision until I could see nothing. I wasn’t sure if I cried out when something began to crush my core. I could feel something firm under my hand but my mind couldn’t place it. I know I sobbed then, as the sensation grew and my body began to burn. Then suddenly it ended and I was curled against Dart’e’s chest, crying into the bright green dress shirt he liked to wear. I slowly raised my head. Khonsu stood staring at me, his eyes filled with fear, worry, confusion. He looked to the sky. I followed his gaze. The stars were different. Some had gone out. Others had been moved. I had no explanation when Asteria and Urania demanded to know what I had done with them. =============== Sometimes we enjoyed travelling the human world. There was so much to see and so much to do. I smiled politely and hummed as Electra excitedly pointed out a new type of device in a window. I closed my eyes and sighed, a dull ache in the base of my skull. “PERI!” I looked to the goddess. She narrowed neon green eyes at me. “Are you even listening?” “Of course...” I reached up and rubbed at my neck, trying to ease the feeling. Suddenly it was too bright. I blinked against it, clenching my eyes against the tiny explosions of light. My stomach churned. I clamped one hand over my mouth and reached out to Electra with the other. My legs gave out then. She lowered me to the pavement and knelt beside me, hands hovering but not knowing where to touch. “What’s wrong?” I tried to talk, to answer that I wasn’t sure. That I didn’t know. When I moved my hand and opened my mouth I retched. Molten metal dripped from my mouth and pooled before me. ============================== I lay staring up at the stars, tracing their new patterns with my eyes. I tried to ignore the raised voices outside the room. “HE’S GROWN UNSTABLE! ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL HE KILLS ONE OF US?” Asteria demanded. Dart’e’s voice was quieter. It dripped with venom as he spoke. “Are you suggesting we kill him?” “If we need to.” Urania confirmed. “Better him than the rest of us. Better him than the universe.” “You ca...” Electra’s voice faded away as my head began to ache. The constricting sensation set in once again. I tried to call for the others. I wasn’t sure if I made any noise. I didn’t truly need to breath, but as the vice grew tighter, I struggled to take in air. I wasn’t aware of moving, but my hands found their way into my hair. I gripped the strands, nails digging into my scalp as I screamed. It echoed around me, infinite and silent. I rolled onto my side and curled tightly into myself. The crushing feeling engulfed my core and I clenched my eyes against the darkness. Light exploded behind my lids. Time didn’t exist then. It was as though everything stopped. It started again when gentle hands pried my own from my hair and pulled me against a familiar green clad chest.

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Saying the cheesy pick up line, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” to an actual fallen angel. Not that you knew that they were anything but human.

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The bar wasn’t very full that night, which wasn’t unusual. It was a Wednesday and the more respectable regulars were tucked away in their beds waiting for the dawn to send them off to another day of work. I might have joined them if I wasn’t feeling so sorry for myself. Left by my fiance’ a week before the wedding. So, in the traditional fashion of dealing with heartbreak, I had wandered down to the nearest bar and ordered the strongest thing on the menu. I wasn’t even sure what it was but it burned and served the purpose of distracting me from my thoughts. Or it had. Now I was distracted by the stranger sitting at the other end of the bar. He nursed his own drink between long, delicate fingers. Pale skin almost seemed to glow under the dim lighting. His hair was paler still, long and cascading down a blue covered back. He had pushed it back behind his ear at some point but it had fallen back down to obscure his face again. Still I had seen. He was beautiful. Not handsome. All sharp and high and delicate. He sipped at his drink and rested his chin in his hand. Pushing the last stray thoughts of my ex from my mind I stood and moved to lean against the counter beside him. He didn’t so much as blink. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” That earned me his attention. He turned his head just enough to look at me, dragging his gaze up and down before seeming to come to some sort of decision. He downed his drink and stood, pulling me after him. --------------------------- I awoke alone in the bed. I groaned as I sat up, head aching. Movement from across the room drew my attention. In the bathroom stood the stranger. I could just see him standing before the mirror. Where he had stood was a tall, thin figure of pulsing light. It looked sickly, golden eyes sunken in and cheeks hollow. Razor sharp teeth were stained red from bleeding gums and his tongue swiped over cracked lips. The hair on his head was a ratty mess, tangled and lifeless. The fingers that pushed it from his face were thin and looked more like a skeleton’s hands. They ended in sharp nails. What drew my attention and refused to let it go was the wings. What must have once been magnificent white was a dirty, ashen black. Feathers fell away in dust and embers. Blood caked those that remained. He reached back and almost touched one. He hesitated. He sobbed, hands clenching against the sink as he dropped his head. Then the form was gone and the stranger stood before the mirror once more. He took a deep breath and turned. Our eyes met. I could see it in his own that he knew I had seen. Then he was gone, door closing quietly behind him and leaving me alone.

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You live in a world where reincarnation is common and expected, but it cannot happen unless your past life has faded from living memory. Last time you were alive, you fell in love with an immortal who swore they would never forget you.

You have just been reincarnated.

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It was a known fact that most people would eventually be reincarnated. It was expected even. The best and greatest were exempt of course. How could such glorious souls ever be forgotten. Because that was how it worked. You lived, you died and they forgot you. Then you would live again. Most people though didn’t remember much of their past lives. Snippets in their dreams or sudden feelings of deja vu. Not me though. My oldest lives had grown foggy, but I could recall details. I remembered fighting in wars history had long forgotten. I remembered serving at the feet of kings. Remembered digging fields and mines. The more recent a life though, the more vivid it was. I never spoke of this. The majority can’t recall, so it’s expected that such is the normal way of things. To remember as I do is strange, something to be studied, treated. It doesn’t bother me... Didn’t bother me... I had never found it confusing. Never found myself unable to tell the difference between the memory of my current life and the ones of my past. Unlike the people who could not recall, I was the same as I had been then. My favorite food might change, my skin, my hair, my gender. The languages people deemed my native tongue. But beneath all that, I was always the same. I held my same beliefs, the same personality. I was always just me. It had been something that I enjoyed once. Knowing each life was more of a new chapter than an actual reset. Now though I found myself hating it. I wasn’t supposed to come back. He had promised. The years had passed and I accepted it. ======= He was exactly the same when he walked into the cafe, snow clinging to his hair and eyes bright. My emotions jumped between anger and relief. I watched him as he ordered a single black coffee. When he looked over at me I turned away. A shadow fell over the table. “Mind if I sit here?” I closed my eyes at the sound of his voice. I heard him sit in the chair across from me. For a long moment there was silence and then he spoke. “I didn’t forget you.” I looked up at him. He had turned to look out the window at the falling snow. I remembered a scene like this from a different time. He turned back to smile at me. It was a small thing, the same quirk of lips that he had reserved for me back then. He reached over and found my hand. “Then why am I back?” I asked. “I missed you...” It was then that I noticed. His hands were rougher. Scars played along his fingers like lightning. I traced them slowly, Wondering what could have managed to leave a scar on him. He answered before I could ask. “The price for breaking the cycle...” I looked at him in confusion. “I forced your reincarnation.” He elaborated. I gasped. To force a reincarnation... It had been attempted many times before, A dangerous gamble by people desperate to see loved ones again or to gain knowledge no living soul knew. It always ended the same. Those attempting it either went insane or died, burning from the inside out. Only once before had it been successfully done, millennia ago. The result of that success smiled across the table at me. I raised my coffee in toast. “Together forever then?” He laughed, raising his own. “Together forever.”

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You command a legion of demons who take commands and do your work via your thoughts. Today you have a song stuck in your head that isn’t very violent and your legion must figure out how to complete the orders of this song.

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‘That planet Earth turns slowly...’ I sighed as the song invaded my thoughts again. It had been on and off all morning, interrupting my thoughts at the most inconvenient of times. It was making it hard to focus on the paper work before me. I rested my head in my hands and closed my eyes. == “Are we sure of these orders?” Ketan asked. “I mean... They aren’t usual...” Baug frowned as they listened to the words being relayed through their minds. “You know as well as I, that the Lord Azerial only uses the telepathic communication for orders. Just as you know, it is not our place to question his desires... but you are right... they are not usual...” There was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the gathered legion. “What could the Lord want with fireflies? And so many of them...” “And many of the orders are contradictory... We are to set them loose when he falls asleep, yet he wishes to stay awake?” Baug sighed. “We can only do our best to understand and fulfill our orders.” He turned and pointed to several of the lesser demons. “You six are to gather these fireflies. Be exact in your count. And remember that ten thousand of them must know how to dance.” The demons nodded and soon vanished down a hall. “Ketan, you and I shall tend to gathering the tears.” == It was oddly busy when I finally gave up on the paper work and vacated my office. Several imps ran by with boxes. “Baug.” The head of my legion paused mid step and turned his attention to me. I towered over him, tilting my head just enough to gaze down at him. “Yes my Lord?” “What is going on?” He shifted a jar in his hands, a clear liquid inside swishing around. “We are completing your orders my Lord.” I frowned. I tried to remember what orders I had given that day. Nothing came to me. Suddenly Baug was yelling. “NO YOU FOOL! DON’T HANG IT IN HERE!” He bowed. “Excuse me my Lord.” I made to call for his return. ‘I’m weird ‘cause I hate goodbyes...’ The damn song was back. == Baug nodded in satisfaction at the finished product of the day’s work. Everything was as exact as they could make it. The sky was beginning to darken. As the moon rose it caught on the disco ball hanging from a tall tree and cast a silver shine over the area. The imp vanished back to the Underworld and made his way swiftly to his lord’s private chambers. Few were allowed within. He knocked softly on the door. “Enter.” Inside Azerial was exactly where he expected. Perched on the edge of his bed, shirt half open and boots gone. His head rested in his hands. He lifted his head and peered tiredly through his hair. “What is it Baug?” “If you have time My Lord... We have finished the orders. I am aware it is late...” He trailed off as tired red eyes closed. “It can wait.” Baug shook his head. “No my Lord.” He shivered under the piercing red gaze. == I stared at the imp. It would be so easy to end him... no... it would take more effort than I could manage. He shifted. Finally I sighed. It wasn’t like I was actually going to get any rest. Besides, I was curious about the orders I had apparently given. I stood and followed Baug from the room. He held the door open for me before closing it until it remained slightly ajar. I raised a brow but said nothing. ‘Leave my door open just a crack... please take me away from here...’ That damn song. I barely spared Baug a glance when he gave a satisfied hum. He led me up familiar steps and to the gate. It led out into the Over-World. I wondered what they could have been doing. Any souls they had collected should have been brought in by now. Still I followed him as he opened it and led me down a dirt path and into an open field. Several of the imps I had seen earlier in the day stood around. I might have recalled their names if not for the sudden motion of many boxes flying open and the sky being filled with millions of tiny lights. They flashed softly, almost hypnotic. One brushed my cheek and I felt a strange wetness left behind. I touched it and found my finger dampened with a single tear. I opened my mouth but found no words. “You’ve been relaying the orders non stop all day My Lord.” Baug piped up from my side. “We tried to get everything right, but there are some things we just couldn’t do... I do hope this is enough though.” Finally it clicked. I couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled up from my chest. “You are pleased My Lord?” I reached out. A single firefly took rest upon my hand. “Very.”

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Your friend ends up accidently murdering you while on a cave trek. You become a ghost, but you’re pissed at them for doing it. When you finally catch up with them, describe the weird interaction that you two have over what happened and how you’re gonna get past it.

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The world slowly comes back into focus as I blink the fog from my eyes. “The fuck happened?” I look around myself, noting the walls and high ceiling of the cave as well as the lack of my friend, Victor. The thought of the other man sends a rush of emotion through me. Fear, anger, confusion... betrayal... I pull myself to my feet and look around once more. He’s not here. “VICTOR!” My voice echoes but there’s no other sound. I sigh. “Great. He fucking left me.” I curse as I try to remember which way we came in. As I turn I catch sight of something red. The light filtering in from the small crevices and holes in the ceiling cast shadows over the stone ground. I kneel to inspect the stain. I reach out. I pause. The light shines through my hand, the stain a distorted image through my fingers. I try to make sense of it. Then it comes to me. Victor. He’d been throwing stones at me. Damn if I knew why, but fuck they hurt. I remember a sudden sharp pain in my temple and then darkness. I reach up and feel along my hair line. My fingers come away red. It’s as transparent as the rest of me. The anger returns then. He’d killed me. My best friend, the person I trusted more than anyone else... He had killed me. I think then, of the things I’d like to do to him. How dare he kill me. The anger and betrayal cloud my thoughts. I let out a shaky breath, it doesn’t register that I don’t need to breath. His face swims in my mind and I clench my fists. The world seems to twist and suddenly I’m standing in a familiar room. The lights are out but I know it. I can make out the outline of our sofa. The flashing light letting me know the t.v. is on standby. I take another breath. I hear movement. I turn. The kitchen light shines in from across the hall. Victor stands at the fridge, bent over and tapping his fingers as he searches for something. I see red. He kills me and then has the nerve to snack? I wonder briefly what he did with my body. It doesn’t matter. Not when he straightens with a can of MY soda. I might have let it pass, might have told him he had to replace them, though we both knew I would do it.. But he had killed me... He had killed me and now he was taking my things. I move quickly across the hall and into the kitchen. He’s set the can down and turned to search the cupboard. I stop behind him, arms crossed as I consider what to do. I want so very much to slam the door on his head. I must have contemplated too long. He turns and our eyes meet. The packet of crisps fall from his hands. He backs up, hand gripping the counter as the other raises to point at me. He opens his mouth to speak. Nothing comes out. He lowers his hand. Then he manages to speak. “Dave?” I raise a brow. He shakes slightly as I tap my fingers against my arm. A silence falls between us. He is the one to break it. “How... You’re...” “Dead? Yes, I noticed. I wonder how that might have happened Victor.” He flinches. I uncross my arms and sigh. I’m not even mad anymore. “Are you going to kill me?” He stares at me. I stare back. He looks terrified... But I see something else. A resignation in his eyes. He has accepted it. If I took his life now, I know he would not fight me. I smile. “No.” He blinks in surprise. I turn away from the stupid grin he gives. My eyes land on the can, still unopened. I smirk. “You still have to replace the soda.” I say, holding the can out to him. He takes it. I retreat then to the refuge of my bedroom. The minutes pass and I hear a cry and the sound of a can hitting the tiles. Victor’s voice rings through the house as he curses. I laugh to myself. After all, I couldn’t let his deed go entirely unpunished.

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The phrase “Light of My Life” is a literal expression. Everyone has a specific light source, such as bulbs and candles and can see as long as the light is active. Your light is a reoccurring thunderstorm.

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I spent much of my life staring blindly ahead. My parents tried every known light source. The sun, the house lights, candles. Nothing ever cleared the unending darkness. Nothing that is until a brilliant flash of light lit up the world. I remember seeing that second of brilliant color. I had only ever heard descriptions of lightning, had only ever been told stories of the sky. The storm that rolled in over the city was dark, cold and flashed with the most brilliant blues and purples. The very air seemed to crackle as I stood in the rain, eyes cast up and a smile on my lips. When it ended my world returned to darkness. Now, twenty years later I’m sitting on the front porch. The radio crackles slightly and the voice that comes through is warning. It tells of a storm, cold and darker than any other. I smile as I cast my eyes in the direction of the chair I know to be beside my own. A hand, warm and smooth wraps around my own. With the first flash of blue I see my wife. She’s as beautiful as she was the year before. A few more lines crease her face but her eyes still sparkle that brilliant green. She’s smiling. I spend the next hour watching her, looking her over with each flash of the sky. When the storm ends I follow her inside. As we slip beneath the covers that night I run a hand over her belly. I hope our future son will see the world with a different light than my own.

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You find a time machine, but it can only make a trip to whatever time you want and a trip back to your present day. You decided to go forwards in time 100 years. Instead of a large city with technology evolved beyond what you could imagine, there is nothing. It’s just forests and open fields as if the city never existed. With only the option of going home, you decide to explore the strange future and figure out what happened.

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Excited beyond words I turned the dial to a century in the future. I pressed the bright glowing button and grinned as the time machine began to buzz. When the vibrations died down and the lights faded from the console I leaped to my feet and rushed to the door. I wondered what sort of technology the humans of this time would have. Would there be hover cars like in the movies. Maybe we had made contact with aliens or learned how to teleport. Hardly containing myself I threw open the doors and looked out at the city... Only there was no city. Where once there stood towering skyscrapers and streets bustling with people going about their lives, now there stood only fields of grass and a looming forest in the distance. I stared at the scene before me. The sun glared down on the empty world, shinning off a puddle only a few feet away. Slowly, hesitantly I made my way further from the machine that had brought me here.

“HELLO?” I called out.

There was no reply. There was nothing. No sounds. A breeze blew and I waited. All it brought was a chill and a sickening sense of loneliness. I cast my eyes back to the time machine and considered my options. The machine could make two trips. One to any point in time and then one to return me to my own time. Again I surveyed the area before me. I decided then, there had to be something. There couldn’t be nothing alive but trees and grass that threatened to swallow me whole. Closing the doors carefully I left the machine where it stood and began the walk across the field. The grass tickled at my chin. It was strange. I pushed my way through it, fearful that there was a predator hiding within. When I emerged on the other side I froze. Before me stood the forest. It was dark and promising nothing but terror. That wasn’t what caused my stomach to twist and my heart to falter. No. That came from the bones before me. Stretched out for miles on either side, beyond what I could see... So many bones. I knelt by the skeletons, hands tracing a skull. It was so small, so childlike. I noticed then, clasped in the tiny hand only a few inches away, a crude spear. It was nothing more than a stone tied to a stick with rotting string. For a long while I sat and wondered what could cause a child, so small, so defenseless, to stand and fight with a spear. Turning to look at another skeleton I gave a grim smile. A dog, its collar still hanging around its neck. The rustle of leaves caught my attention. I looked back to the forest. In the shadows of the ancient oaks I saw movement. I stood, taking a few steps forward.

“Hello?”

The figure turned. As it drew near I stumbled back.

The tree was running now, branched hand raised, an old rusted ax held high. I gave a cry of fear and turned. I hadn’t run so fast before in my life. The grass pulled at my limbs, tugging my legs out from under me. I kicked and squirmed until I was free. I dropped to my knees, tears blurring the world around me. Where the time machine had once stood there was nothing.