|Epilogue to the Time Machine
Author: Cora B PM
I just added a small chapter to the end of the Time Machine, or the beginning of the next Time MachineRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 488 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5369231
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The Time Traveler, situated in his study on the second floor of a rather small London brick house, hurried to relight his candle, tossing all his pens and journals into the drawer of his oak desk. The blinds were tied shut, shutting out the hot sunlight and the sounds of the automobiles, pushcarts and carriages on the streets of London.
He rubbed his eyes, at the moment he'd do anything to live in that world once again. To have the ability live a carefree life and observe fruit stands and cigars, work in a real office like his brothers. Yet that was never his world. He couldn't resist the pounding at his head for knowledge greater then man itself. He, his mother would say, was bigger then mankind. He did anything power to become something greater then anyone and he did. His gaze shifted to the Time Machine.
That was his knowledge, what differentiated him from his papa, mama, brothers, uncles and the rest of the world. It was what gave him more power then anyone on this earth. These thoughts spun on and on in the Time Traveler's head. Day and night he was always reminded of that.
Maybe it was vanity that stopped him from going mad, and he thought on that to with much amusement but he doubted it was so far from the truth.
He stood from his chair and opened the blinds. As the sunlight poured in he blinked, filled with a sudden strange emotion, almost equal to that of when time traveling. Then the aches and pains in his neck and back vanished. He felt an air of calm come upon him like a blanket. Then was suddenly, sickeningly woozy. He felt like his was hovering off the ground, like he was detached from reality. The Time Traveler felt like someone was suspending him out the window, over London, and letting him dangle. Thoughts were like clouds, so many passing through his mind. His vision was blurred by a light, to intense to be from the sun.
The Time Traveler was a smart man. The thoughts, he realized were from time. Times he'd traveled to, lived through, and times he hadn't. Futures changed so quick it was like a constant buzzing in his ears and caused his head to ache. Yet another side affect of time travel? The man wondered, yet that only faded to a cloudy thought too, as it passed before his eyes. There were many times yet they all met at one point, scattered in every man, woman, and child's mind. The only possible way to become bigger then humanity was to be the one and only point time crossed, which was nearly impossible.
It would kill the possessor.
The Time Traveler felt himself ground. The cloudy thoughts disappeared, the buzzing was gone.
He looked at the Time Machine, tears in his eyes.