“It's not all
fun and games.”
The Parker
Brothers* #quote
Today I
wondered, if people can turn over new leaves, can they turn over old
ones?
Cody The
Time Surfer
“This is
bogus!” Cody the time surfer yelled. Benjamin Franklin and Genghis
Khan melded into one bizarre man in a fur suit wearing a monocle and
holding an axe. The waves of time climbed into the sky as a wave,
their form similar to water but with fragments of time flowing below
the surface like worn photographs. A ocean of time existed below and
in the sky clouds to rain back into the ocean below.
Benja-Khan
attacked Cody, gliding on the waters of time with his feet like a
skater on ice and swinging an axe with great force. Cody rode his
glistening, white time board knowing all the risks of riding time.
Echoes of time tended to erupt from the waves, they would fall back
down and lose their form. But for now Cody had to reach into one of
the pockets on his white time suit and pull out the small knife he
carried. A special kind of knife it could cut through all matter of
things, the anomalies of time or otherwise. When the axe came close
he grabbed it and Benja-Khan flew onto his board. He stabbed the
creature that then shattered like glass as it destablized. Cody
didn't lose his life, but the axe's sharp blade tapped his smooth tan
skin and black hair, leaving small cuts in both.
He looked at a
small device on his wrist. If someone took a passing glance they
would mistake it for a watch. However it held many meters and gauges
and served to navigated the tides and the surf of time. When they all
read exactly as they needed too, he pushed his board downward with
his feet and into the wave. He'd practice years to conquer this wave
and reach this time. Time became jumbled when it entered the strange
ocean dimension that people managed to access, so times and their
places could be found on very unrelated parts of the wave.
Cody sunk into
that wonderful evening. That day when him and his wife did nothing
but spend time together watching their favorite movies on the couch
from morning till night. The best kind of marathon. Like a ghost he
moved through the walls on his surfboard and joined the him of that
time and his wife and spent the day with them. He couldn't interact
with either of them since the ocean of time and all its waves are
merely recreations time and its possibilities, and not truly time
travel even when entered. But even then he ignored the other him and
laughed with her as if she were still alive in his own present time.
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