Unspecified Year

In one kind of death the spirit also dieth, and this it hath been known to do while yet the body was in vigour for many years. Sometimes, as is veritably attested, it dieth with the body, but after a season is raised up again in that place where the body did decay.

Lord, it is an Ambassador from Witchland and his train. He craveth present audience."

In my time it was June 5, 1942. The only thing that’s certain is that it is summer; the year depends on—well, it depends on what year you were living in when all this happened.

He seemed to think it was a privilege to live on a world whose spin had almost stopped, stretching the days and nights into years so that it was useless even to go underground.

But if I could find outwhether the machine sends people intothe past or the future, then I would know something even he doesn’t know!

A person can suddenly disappear before our eyes, by accidentally or purposely stepping into another dimension.

Stella: So you can see into the future? All these years you never told me. Think of all the trouble I might have avoided.

Akton: You would have tried to change the future, which is against the law.

This was the message received by a dozen or so experts in the "time attempters" field:

"I have succeeded in establishing a creeping time-satellite or time-shuttle at my estate of Moonwick near Lunel in the Herault Department of the Peoples Republic of France. If you are really experts in your field, you will appreciate the importance of this. From this time-shuttle, which is just beyond the ‘shoal’ of all of you to whom I am sending this message, it will be possible for you to launch genuine time probes. I am sending this to a dozen or so and I hope for acceptance from at least five. I must have a matched set of at least five. Some soon. A very little bit after ‘soon’ will be too late for me to transmit the shuttle to you. Bring ideas only. Everything else for frugal and break-through living is provided. You will receive various transportation chits and enabling papers. Peter Luna.”

The World Courier Service (“No questions asked. Messages carried anywhere or anywhen in the world”) delivered these messages to the dozen or so persons who were experts in the time field. And some of the people gave assent and some didn’t. So, the next day, the Courier Service delivered airline tickets, train tickets, and International Taxi Coupons to five of the experts who had agreed to go to Moonwick.

Jack nodded. Now he remembered. The ninja master said they wouldn’t be able to find the Pennsylvania book until they had found what they were looking for.

But he couldn’t find the magic. He couldn’t find the words that finished the rhyme. Worst of all, he couldn’t find Annie.

88 MPH

. . . dragging space-time with it like a swirl of chocolate being stirred into a bowl of cream.

Think of History as a living organism, with its own defence mechanisms. History will not permit anything to change events that have already taken place. If History thinks, even for one moment, that that is about to occur, then it will, without hesitation, eliminate the threatening virus. Or historian, as we like to call them.

I am slightly lost in space and time right now and need to get home in order to make sure my children get milk for their breakfast.

The house Parry lived in had been built in 1928, right before the Depression hit, and the odd thing was that it apparently was haunted from the very beginning. From day one.

Peering into the murky abyss, Spock saw something he had never seen before: a window, a portal to that other world, not a vision, not a light, but a feeling, a feeling he didn’t understand—wonderment.

Buster: What’s the square root of 49? [Buster thinks] I don’t know. I don’t know! . . . I’m baaaaack!

Ze had traveled the multiverse more times than any other distanaut [. . .]

He clutched his blankets, waiting for the inevitable.

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The dusty mantle clock hadn’t peeped since Aunt Beryl . . .

We did not lose the Time War

We meet by chance one autumn evening

My life, a black vinyl record

I built this Super Mega Robot Time Machine to use the Time Crystal’s power. That means I can travel through time!

For progeny and ancestors of the Retromens had communicated with their caretaker, studying him as he studied them, generation for generation.

“Do you know, most nights when I’m trying to fall asleep, I can still see the faces of my friends who died in the war?”

“What? I had no idea . . . do you mean WWI?”

He nodded. “I enlisted as soon as I turned eighteen. Served from 1917 to 1918.”

You have traveled thirty years back in time to save your cat.

Would it make him younger? Would his hair darken and his wrinkles fade?

Your time portals are not big enough for any of the really exciting monsters.

The egg yolk path glistens in my periphery and my fingertips tingle. Once the rift closes, we go back. Back to before the rift ruptured. Back to when Joseph first moved in and before we . . .

She wants to go back more, as far as possible. Maybe before he was sick, even. But two years is the limit the doctor from the company gives her, his voice serious, concerned.

Why do you have to leave me? Why now? Her lips move, a gentle separation, but hold a wordless tenure.

Magic. I read in your face that you did not want to talk about the cocktail dream, though you were thinking about it, and I watched you read the same message in mine.