Writing Prompt Mondays: Prompt 5

April 20, 2020

Time travel prompt

It’s Week 5! As always, your responses to Week 4’s prompt were fabulous. Everything from Sylvia Plath to Hogwarts to Taylor Swift – that’s the best thing about fiction, it’s as unique as the people writing it! I particularly loved Annie’s serial killer take on La Belle Dame Sans Merci, and Inaya’s beautiful story inspired by The New Colossus.

Over the past few weeks I’ve had you play around with different forms of writing – diaries and poems – and so this week I’ve decided to go a different route and get you thinking about a particular genre, time travel stories. This is any story where a character moves between times – this could be to last week, two years in the future, three hundred years into the past … they could hop between times easily, be stuck in the past or future or be trapped in the present desperately trying to get to another time! You can also use your time travel story to write about aliens (like Doctor Who!), romance, magic, war … anything you want. So this week, please write a time travel story!

The rules, as always:

  1. It can be as long or as short as you like, and take you as much or as little time as you want.
  2. It can be any genre (type) of story you want.
  3. You are not allowed to worry about grammar or spelling.
  4. You are not allowed to worry if it isn’t perfect, or criticise yourself as you’re writing.
  5. You are encouraged to make a plan before you begin, to make it easier for you to get to the end of the story. This can be two words or a whole page! But if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.
  6. Get to the end of the story without stopping to go back and fix bits you don’t like. Once you’ve finished, read it through again. If you still don’t like those bits, you can edit them now!
  7. If you want (and only if you want!) you’re allowed to post the first 500 words of your story in the comments below. I have to moderate the comments so it may take a while for them to show up – please be patient. I don’t want to see you apologising for your story or minimising what you’ve done when you post – writing a story is a triumph and you should be proud!
  8. Please do not use your full name when you comment – first names are fine, or you can make up a username that you like! Also remember to stay safe online and not get into private discussions with anyone you don’t know in real life without telling an adult first.
  9. If you like someone else’s story, you are allowed to comment to say so! If you’d like to give them ideas that might make their story even stronger, that’s OK, but please be kind and remember how deeply we all care about our writing. A good format for feedback might be something like: ‘I loved ****! Have you thought of ****? I think it might make your story even better!’ I will delete any comment if I feel it’s critical without being constructive.
  10. I can’t promise to give feedback on any individual stories – I’m not marking them!
  11. This isn’t a competition, and there will be no winners and no prizes, though I may choose a story or two to highlight in future posts.

This week, remember not to compare yourself to anyone else or worry you’re not good enough. Remember that you’re doing your best, and that’s perfect – life, just like these prompts, isn’t a competition. I’m proud of each and every one of you!

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253 Responses

  1. That sound great fun Robin. I can ‘t wait to get started on mine. I have ordered a new notebook for all of my story ideas.

        1. That’s the exact same with me! When I was younger I drew one thing in one notebook then never used it again so now I have no clue what to do with them all.

  2. I was just thinking about writing a time travel story a few minutes before seeing the prompt! It is a great prompt!

  3. Yay! I love time travel stories and I can’t wait to start writing. I also had a habit of scribbling in great notebooks when I was younger!

  4. Hi Robin At the moment l am actually writing my own story it is about a girl called Sophie and she goes to the Olympics and she discovered a murder has taken place so l might not be able to do this one
    Sorry
    Alice x

    1. That sounds brilliant, Alice! If you want to write that, you should go ahead! These prompts are all just ideas to get you working, you don’t have to follow all or any of them!

      1. Hello everyone as everyone has been giving me so much lovely feedback on my story Tragedy on the track here s the first part of it and I hope you all enjoy it

        Hi my name is Sophie and I …right,promise you will not tell but I am a DETECTIVE,I have always loved reading about crime and thefts. Oh, I forgot to mention that I attend a boarding school called Greyridge boarding school it is split into two halfs one side for the boys the other for the girls. But we only see them on special occasions like parents day or when we go out to the village but I do not really care about them. My friend in Australia she is called Mia she says that boys are made out of slugs and snails and puppy dog tails, which I kind of agree with. Any way I never thought that I would be detecting a real life MURDER so while I solve this mystery, I will write it all down in my diary so I will able to remember it when I am old and rotting away. Well enough talking let’s get on with this case, it all started when me and my friends went to watch the Olympics.

        Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it .

        Alice x

  5. This story is technically about book traveling, but she goes to the 1800’s, so hopefully this works?

    Tess found the book she had been looking for. The Complete Sherlock Holmes. She loved mysteries, and these were her favorite. They were perfectly set, with the answer just in front of you, but you couldn’t grab it until Sherlock dramatically revealed it. She sat down with the book in one of the library’s more secret seats, and readied herself for a long adventure.

    In the middle of The Red Headed League, she found herself failing to enjoy the story.
    “I wish I could just go into the book and solve the mystery for myself.” She felt a lovely warm feeling crawl up her spine, and then, she wasn’t in the library anymore. She was in a cream colored box, all alone. She watched in wonder at what was happening in front of her. Slowly, as if an invisible pencil was drawing, she saw a scene play out in front of her. It colored itself in, and then, she was surrounded by people . She was in what seemed to be the heart of the city. She pondered where in the story she was, because it was evident to her that that’s where she was. She would worry about why later. Saxe-Coburg Square, right where most of the story takes place! What should she do? She had read about when people travel into books, if they engage with the characters, they messed up the story. Would she mess it up, or would she be able to help solve the case. She couldn’t risk ruining one of her favorite stories. Besides, she knew Sherlock solved it anyway. Instead, she would just explore London.

    She started by visiting the Pawn Shop to see what Vincent Spaulding looked like. She went into the shop, and was surprised at how dark it seemed. “That’s one thing they didn’t mention in the book.” The next thing she noticed was how there was no one to help customers. “No surprise there.” As she was leaving, she heard thundering footsteps. “What do you want?” Said a rough voice. “Nothing” she replied, looking at him. “Then get out. We don’t need thief’s in here.” She walked out, offended, before realizing he was the villain, so you should expect him to be rude. Next she went to Bakers Street. She saw the home, and decided to have a mini adventure. She would just get a peek at his study. No one was home, and it wouldn’t do any harm.

    She crept inside, careful not to disturb Mrs.Hudson, the housekeeper. She got up to the first floor, and was surprised to find it unlocked. She went inside, and looked around. She instantly spotted an open envelope. It was hard to miss, being right on top of everything else on the desk. It read “To Mr.Holmes” she looked inside to see what was there, and saw a small card. “Payment to cover costs of help given by Mr.Holmes to myself.” It must have been from Mr.Wilson. She decided not to look at that any longer, because it was a private letter. She heard footsteps and froze. She ducked behind curtains, and hoped whoever it was wouldn’t be long. She looked carefully from a small gap, and saw Mr.Wilson their, his hands inside the envelope. She decided to intervene, because he had no right to take back the money, and it wouldn’t disturb the story too much. “What do you think you’re doing?” She said, careful not to be seen. She didn’t know how well this would work, but hopefully Mr.Wilson believed in ghosts. “Who’s there?” He asked, looking scared. However much was in there was probably worth a lot , for he was risking getting caught to get it back. “I demand you put down the envelope” he gasped, sure he wasn’t imagining it. He thought for a second, and ran. It wasn’t worth going to jail for theft to take that money.

    Tess stepped out and decided to get out too. She wasn’t supposed to be there,and she still had to get back to her home. She went back to Saxe-Coburg Square, and said “I wish I could go home.” As if time stopped, everything froze, and slowly, they faded into nothing, and Tess was back on the chair. She decided not to tell anyone what had happened, because who would believe her? She would enjoy her adventures by herself, because there would be more. Tomorrow, she would go to A Study in Scarlet.

  6. I am usually bad at titles but it is set in a place called the baron house where two ‘freak’ accidents take place.

    1. You should put the name of the house in the title maybe.
      ‘Baron House’
      ‘Murder at Baron House’
      ‘The Barons of Baron House’
      ‘The Lords of Baron House’
      Something like that would be cool.

    2. Maybe the ” freaky murders at baron” . I also forgot to say what my title was my story is called Tragedy on the Track

  7. hi Robin,
    i am currently writing my own mini story about one of the mysteries that George and Alexander solve in there school. im not sure what that mystery will be but im still working on it. now im not sure if you are okay with me writing a story about your characters, if you dont want me writing about the junior pinkertons.

      1. Hi everyone, this is my second story.

        ‘Beach boy don’t wanna know’… Asha unplugged my headphones from her laptop. She had to actually get on with online school and stop listening to Knox Hamiltons songs, or mom would kill her. Right now her early dream of being a successful pop star seemed like a little girl’s fantasy. Asha was weighed down with the anxiety of exceeding her parents expectations and becoming a lawyer was what she had to focus on, instead of all these fantasies. She looked at her watch. 22:54. She should definitely get to sleep.
        Plink. Plink. Plink. The pinging sound just kept on going. She turned on the lamp and adjusted her glasses. The computer was lit up, displaying some psychedelic swirls. Asha walked over and sat on her desk chair. The swirls formed to make a word. Perfection, it said. Play. Asha found she was intrigued, so she pressed the play button. Then the laptop turned black. It glitched a couple of times. Then she found herself in a hospital ward. Asha pushed back a curtain. A woman was there, with auburn hair, and a man with a green jacket on. The woman was pregnant. Then she realised with a shock that it was her parents.
        “She is going to be perfect.” My dad said.
        “A lawyer. Or a job that pays well so we’ll get a share.” Mom said. Asha was disgusted. This is what they were like? Then the swirls came again. It was her fight with mom yesterday.
        “I am the boss of your life and I always will be. You will become a lawyer, not one of those stupid singers you always talk about. You will find a job that will support your father and I. We are the important ones here, no time for children. I don’t see why I should bother with anything for you.” Her mother shouted at Asha. She bit back the anger boiling in her throat. Then it spat her back out, on the desk chair. Her laptop was covered in the psychedelic swirls that formed the words,
        Nobody’s perfect, even how they seem isn’t right. And Asha knew it was true.
        10 YEARS LATER.
        Tulip hurried down the road, leaning on her stick. Her bank account had just been boosted by 50%. She cackled to herself about the income. Good thing I parented Asha the way I did. Now she knows that I’m the boss. Then she heard footsteps behind her. She sped up. More footsteps. She finally turned around.
        “Who are you and what do you”… Tulip stopped in her tracks. Asha was standing there, her hair in curls, wearing a fur coat and a short tartan skirt.

        “Come mother.” said Asha, holding Tulip’s wallet, smiling that smug smile Tulip had worn all those years.
        “Come see me sing.”

        This is inspired by Doctor Who and Jumanji.

          1. Yes, I based Asha’s character a bit on myself because I always have to get revenge on someone if they were rude or something! ?

        1. You write so well, Amelie! I love how she ignores her parents horrid thinking. One thing, did Tulip hack into the account or something?

          1. No, basically what happened is that Asha gave some money to Tulip then Asha stole her wallet to get revenge on her for what she was really like. Thank you for the comment!

  8. Fitzwilliander Geraldiniumus Callahanoninish Bob Jugeriunster O’Hallihungrian-MacSmithiesonyface – he preferred Fitz, but his friends often called him Mouthful, for reasons unknown to him – had been enjoying his life, until it was abruptly cut short.

    A tragic loss, he had thought as he fell from the Donald Trump baby balloon and landed on the street in front of Queen Elizabeth. She ordered her soldiers to pick up the body of a man wearing a beret – the beret hadn’t belonged to him, it had been thrown out of the window by a Frenchman whom Boris Johnson had annoyed and had landed on his head – and take him to be buried in the royal graveyard next to the garden where Henry VIII’s ashes had been scattered. It was a large garden.

    He was greeted at the gates of heaven by a person wearing neon pink jeans and holding a small leopard toy. “Hi,” they said. “I’m Jo.”

    “I am Fitzwilliander Geraldiniumus Callahanoninish Bob Jugeriunster O’Hallihungrian-MacSmithiesonyface,” he said grandly, “and I believe this is the entrance to heaven.”

    “I’ll call you Zogface,” they decided in an equally grand tone. “And it’s not. It’s the rules. Before you can enter Heaven, you have to spend a day in five periods of history. I don’t know why it happens, but they say it’s something about experiencing different lifestyles.”

    “Those are stupid rules.”

    “Zogface, I come from America. It’s illegal to cross a road over there.”

    “I’m not quite sure-”

    Jo held up a hand. “Hush. I’m your guide. And I choose 79 AD in Rome. Because they all have stupid names like you.”

    ~~~

    He decided almost instantly that he liked Rome. He had been there before in a private jet with the words EXPLOITATIVE MEDICAL COMPANY in vivid green on the side, but that was in the 21st century, a time of liberalism and idealism and happiness.

    He was obviously lying to himself, but he was rich, which meant that he was a skilled liar.

    No-one could see him or Jo. It made him want to simutaneously start doing the Single Ladies dance and scream in rage. Of course, he refrained because he was too dignified. It had nothing to do with his ability to do the Single Ladies dance (or lack of it).

    “That’s the new amphitheatre,” Jo said, pointing to the Colloseum.

    “It’s a famous landmark in the 21st century,” Fitz told them.

    Jo threw the cuddly leopard at him. It hit his nose and he squealed. “I was born after you.”

    “I know that.”

    “We can go see the emperor. You’ll love his nose. It’ll be like looking in a mirror.”

    “When you look in the mirror you probably see Boris-”

    Jo spun around. “What was that?”

    “Nothing.”

    They instantly teleported to a palace. People were milling around everywhere – all of them male, but they had a range of skin tones and ethnicities. “Who are they all?”

    Jo shrugged. “Mostly slaves because the Roman empire was evil. Some of them are freedmen. Some of them are senators.”

    “Cool.”

    “Let me enlighten you.” Jo threw their arms wide. “Slavery equals bad.”

    “Yeah,” he said, because even Zogface didn’t like slavery. “Okay.”

    A stout man with a nose bigger than his ego walked out onto a stage. “A volcano erupted,” he squeaked. “Don’t panic. We’re all safe.”

    People panicked.

    “See?” Jo said, gesturing to all the people. “You have now experienced Roman society. It is dumb. You will now proceed to heaven. It’s the second door on the right.”

    He frowned. “Didn’t you say five-” They teleported into a corridor.

    “Second on the right.”

    He walked forwards and opened the door in question, stepped forwards, and landed in a pit of Donald Trump baby balloons that popped and turned into berets as he stared.

    If he focused, he could hear Jo’s hysterical laughter.

    ~~~

    Okay, so this wasn’t exactly time travel but it includes Romans so it’s good with me.

    1. Your story was so so so good, Bel! It was really funny and i liked the part about the Single Ladies dance and I liked Jo. The number of letters in Jo’s name goes into the number of letters in Fitz’s full name 44 times!!! Your story was so funny it made me laugh out loud.

  9. This is a clever story. I love his name too. I didn’t totally get the bits about Donald Trump and Boris Johnson so maybe if you went into a bit more detail about his death it might make the story even better!

  10. This isn’t exactly a time-travel story but it has time-travel in it. It is the start of a novel I am writing about a few kids who get the chance to travel through time to help slow climate-change.

    Today I time-travelled for the first time. I travelled to 2050 to see whether anybody would do anything about climate-change. When I arrived in 2050, I found a world with disgusting polluted air and it was noticeably warmer. Many jobs had been taken by robots and rubbish blew everywhere. There were barely any trees and a lot of people on the streets were struggling to breathe, what with so few trees and the amount of pollution struggling to breathe looked normal! I went down to the beach and saw many birds wrapped in plastic and covering the water were masses of rubbish! It was horrible! We have to do something to prevent this from becoming the future. To do this everyone needs to do more than just reduce the amount of plastics they use and travel less (many people have been doing this and thinking it was enough). We need to ban single-use plastics and use renewable energy sources.
    There is a way to slow climate-change and prevent our futures from becoming what I saw today. Convenience. That word convenience can change our futures. People think that convenience is more important than our planet. Our beautiful planet that so many people take for granted. We need to get rid of stupid things that are really bad for the planet such as a big packet with 6 smaller packets of chips in it. Although they may be convenient those little packets of chips are horrible for the planet! Which do you prefer: Convenient little packets of chips that are horrible for the planet? Or Your future and our beautiful planet Earth?
    I can see that there are not enough people who care. The only option I think I have is to time-travel back to the past and try and convince people from 10 years ago so then we have more time. I could convince people now and avoid the time-travel, but I don’t think that’s possible unless more people help. I don’t see why people refuse to believe in Climate-change. People are acting like Cornelius Fudge. Fudge refusing to believe Voldemort had returned even though he knew that he had, didn’t stop Voldemort from coming back it actually did the opposite. Fudge refusing to believe gave Voldemort more time to gather supporters and attack quietly before returning to full power.
    Well I must be off to bed as I have a long day full of saving the world tomorrow.

    1. This is so interesting! I bet it could persuade people who ‘travel less and think it does enough for the planet’ (like you said in the story ???) to think more about protecting Earth.

    2. I loved this very much! It’s very inspirational and true! (I thought that the way you described certain people as Fudge was very, very, very smart and absolutely true!)

    3. I loved how this story was fictional but still informing and influential to try and convince people to take better care of the planet.

  11. Okay, this is sort of like last weeks prompt, as it has quite a bit to do with the song Pompeii by Bastille. I will probably do another story to this prompt as well.

    She loved it. Every word, heard over and over again, echoing through her mind. It almost took her to another place…

    “But if you close your eyes,”

    Oh, the chorus. She closed her eyes, and pictured the actual city of Pompeii. She walked forward, into old brick buildings, with large arch ways and strong pillars.

    “Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all”

    She wandered down pebbled streets, seeing people baking, markets full of life and in the distance, farmers on fields. She saw the huge volcano on the horizon, towering over her. The sky was bright and everyone happy.

    “And if you close your eyes. Does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?”

    She knew every inch of the old city, almost as if she had been there before. She sauntered into a small alleyway, where she knew that she would find two young girls skipping happily around each other, and giggling joyously.

    *Skip to pre chorus*

    “And the walls kept tumbling down, in the city that we love”

    Just then, there was a rumbling from the volcano. A chatter arose, and some villagers hurried back to their homes. But most just dismissed it. But then it got worse. She knew that she should pause the song, and go back to her own time, but it was too intriguing.

    “Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above”

    The rumbling got louder and louder, and thick clouds of ash tumbled over the fields, as people ran for their life. The volcano spluttered up lava, and ash was everywhere. Most of the buildings had started to crumble, and there was no one in sight. Knowing she was untouchable, she just stayed, and watched.

    “But if you close your eyes. Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?”

    *End of song*

    1. My sister loves that song! I read about the explosion in a book called The Secrets of Vesuvius and I also went to an exhibition at the British Museum when I was seven.

      1. Last year at school, we watched a animated video where it shows each hour on the day Mt Vesuvius exploded, and we all loved it! I also love the song, so this story was a lot of fun to write. I also loved yours!

    2. This was so descriptive and a amazing story/song. In science we watched a time lapse of what the eruption looked like and this felt just like it, and like I was actually their watching it happen.

  12. 2020: Johanna pulled her hair back into an elegant bun. Its first purpose was not to look pretty, it was to make sure her hair stayed out of her face while making bouquets of flowers. Johanna was the most popular flower seller in the whole of France. Her store sold only seasonal flowers that came from France. It was a success. Suddenly the door opened and an old woman entered the room. Johanna’s smile faded. Her whole childhood she had been treated as the bad child. Now that she was successful in life and gained much money, her mom wouldn’t stop coming. It annoyed her to a huge extent.

    And also mean that she would have to delay the opening of her store.
    Her mom smiled and came over for a hug. That was too much. Johanna grabbed a bouquet she had specially made for her mom and threw it at her. Her mom dissolved in front of her. “Have a nice trip to hell mom” Johanna whispered. “Maybe you will understand why you can’t come here anymore”.

    1982: Marianne (For that’s Johanna’s mom’s name) looked around. She was in the family home. Then she saw herself, hitting Johanna hard. Then her eldest son, grabbed Johanna punched his mom. Johanna was crying. The kids ran away…

    Marianne watched herself curse them. And she threw herself out the window. She couldn’t believe what she had done.

    That movement changed two things for Johanna. It changed her memory of her mom. It also changed her shop. Johanna’s mom blessed her with beautiful flowers.

  13. Here’s my story. It’s a romance and time travel with code breaking. All my favorite things!
    STUCK IN TIME
    June reached into her bag to grab the last bit of trash. Under the bubblegum rappers and pencil shavings, there was a formal invitation. Cream paper with a gold border and delicate purple lettering with an official TIME-REVERSE logo on the back. June had heard a little bit about TIME-REVERSE. It was this new company run by CEO Malinda Corncob. They made time machines that they claimed actually worked. June highly doubted this. Anyway, the paper said she was invited to a ball that was going to showcase their TIME-REVERSE Time Machine 3.7. Ha! It’s just a magic show! She thought, But how did the invitation get to the bottom of her bag? That last thought sent a small shiver down her spine. She decided to go. I mean, it’s a magic show with free cake! Who wouldn’t go?
    The night of the showcase was nothing exciting. Dressed in a baby blue, knee-length dress, with matching high tops, she stepped into the grand ballroom and dashed straight for the chocolate fountain.
    “Hey,” someone said behind her. June turned around and saw a boy with golden, wavy hair and dark, mysterious eyes. She looked into those eyes and her heart practically melted. Then June remembered she still had chocolate on her lips. She snatched a napkin off the table and wiped the chocolate off.
    “You… uh… You wanna dance?” He stammered.
    “Sure,” June replied thinking, How did this totally uneventful night become so amazing? June took his outstretched hand and let him guide her to the middle of the dance floor.
    “I’m Charlie,” the boy with mysterious eyes said, “what’s your name?”
    Charlie, is there any name more perfect? Then June bounced back out of her thoughts. “Huh? Oh. I… I’m June,” she stuttered. Charlie smiled then looked away.
    “Oh, it’s time for the showcase. Do you want a soda?” Charlie asked.
    “Okay, do you want to sit with me?”
    “Of course,” Charlie said while purchasing the soda. He then turned, grabbed June’s hand and walk toward the array of chairs in front of the stage.
    “…. Then you press the green button, pull the lever, and to activate the time traveling mechanism, you’ll press the yellow button but first we’ll need a volunteer,” Malinda Corncob said.
    Charlie looked at June and taking his hand out of Junes, gestured to him, her and then the stage. Nodding, June raised a hand was soon called up with Charlie to be he test subjects.
    Green button. Lever. Deep breath. Yellow button. Deep breath. ZAP! June opened her eyes and looked around. She and Charlie were standing on a transparent, gray road, surrounded by stores of all shapes, dimensions, and colors. June looked at her wrist where a watch-like gold band had appeared. She tapped the screen and a 3D photo showed up. The caption above said “You are in 2099 thanks to TIME-REVERSE”. Charlie and June started walking down the road. And then, a big, red, man with three head constantly rotating around his neck walked out of a nail boutique. June couldn’t help it. She shrieked. Many people came running towards her but she heard no other shrieks. Don’t they know a monster just walked out of the store! The store manager came out and said “What in the world is wrong? Girl, don’t you know that’s just a Martian?”
    She said this like it was an everyday thing! June was truly perplexed. Charlie, standing next to her, clutched her hand but looked calm. As everyone dispersed, June said, “How do we leave this place?” She had been too busy gazing into Charlies dark eyes to really listen to what would happen. Apparently Charlie had been doing the same.
    June looked at the gold watch on her wrist and scanned through the directions. Finally! She found a page that said ‘To leave, you must answer this: In store for you is a quest. Go to Marlin’s fish and tackle to go.”
    “Okay, all we have to do is go to Marlin’s fish and tackle and Marlin will tell us how to go,” June managed to utter in a shaky voice.
    “Yeah. Let’s go,” Charlie said in a much, calmer, much more determined voice.
    They asked some passerby who told them to head south two blocks, turn left and you can’t miss it. They did just that. They couldn’t have possibly not seen the run down old, windowless, shack amid, modern, high-tech stores with huge windows. They walked in and asked for Marlin. Marlin was not much help. He gave the two a piece of paper with
    .– . … – / – .– — / -… .-.. — -.-. -.- … –..– / – ..- .-. -. / .-. .. –. …. – –..– / .–. .-. . … … / – …. . / -… ..- – – — -. / — -. / – …. . / .- -. -.-. .. . -. – / .– .- – . .-. / ..-. — ..- -. – .- .. -. / – …. .-. . . / – .. — . … / .- -. -.. / – -.– .–. . / .. -. / .– …. . .-. . / -.– — ..- / .– .- -. – / – — / –. —
    on it. Charlie immediately typed in Morse code on his watch. A very tiny photo of the Morse code alphabet showed up. After an hour and a half of deciphering, June and Charlie figured out that the massage said “west two blocks, turn right, press the button on the ancient water fountain three times and type in where you want to go”.
    They got up and followed the directions, excited at the thought of finally getting to go home.
    “When we get back, maybe, we could go to the movies?” Charlie suggested.
    “Yes!” June replied. Did that sound too desperate?
    “Cool. We have a date. I mean… you know… not like that… unless you want it to be… I mean… you know… everyday is a date. So we always have a date… I mean… uh,” Charlie said.
    “Yes!” June replied then placed a kiss on Charlie’s cheek. “Well, there’s that water fountain.”
    They jogged over to the fountain and followed the directions. Three button presses. Deep breath. Location typing. Zap! They opened their eyes and found the whole audience looking at them.
    “See… It only takes a few seconds,” Ms. Corncob explained to the audience.
    A few seconds! That felt like hours! June thought.

    THE END

  14. This is part of a story that I’d planned but didn’t end up writing.

    Ok, before you read this, you need to know a few quick things. I’m Millie, I’m twelve and I’m a triplet. My brothers are Derrick and Isaac. Rose is my best friend. And the four of us can each control a force of nature. I’ve got water, Derrick’s got fire, Isaac’s got nature, Rose has got air. So that’s settled. Now on with the story.
    We sat around the campfire. Derrick’s getting better at those. He’s only set one shirt on fire in the past week.
    Rose’s dad looks around at us and says THE WORDS.
    “I’ve got another mission for you.”
    I reacted first.
    “What sort?”
    “A time travel one.”
    “Time travel!?” Derrick was shocked, and so was I. We’d been in battles and fights and saved another dimension from a terrible fate, but time travel?! That would be a first.
    Isaac and Rose naturally kept their heads.
    “When and how?” was Rose’s question.
    “Tonight. There will a portal opening between those two trees over there,” Uncle Bart replied.
    Isaac looked thoughtful. “I thought those trees had a different feeling,” he mused.
    I was about to ask another question when Uncle Bart spoke again.
    “Now listen very carefully, all four of you. Veil – “
    Isaac’s hand strayed to his side. Veil was the sorcerer who had almost destroyed Deglen. When Isaac was fighting in one of the huge battles (he might be blind, but he is dangerous with that quarterstaff) Veil had avoided his attacks and stabbed him. The deep wound had only just completely healed.
    “– is going back in time to try change it. If he succeeds, you four, the most powerful elementles in history, won’t exist.”
    Derrick’s eyes widened. “That would be bad.”
    “Yes, it would be. So, you four need to go back in time to stop him.” Uncle Bart looked at his watch. “The portal should be opening a few minutes. You all have your weapons?”
    We nodded. Derrick’s battle-axe, Rose’s bow and arrows, Isaac’s quarterstaff and my sling and stones were always kept in miniature form and hidden until we needed them. Our knives we stored in the same way.
    Uncle Bart was about to start talking again but suddenly stopped as a gold light shone out. The portal had opened!
    “Quick!” Rose cried. “If it’s like a normal portal, it will only be open for five minutes!”
    “Come on!” Derrick shouted. He raced to Isaac and pulled him towards the portal. I snatched our gear belts as Rose hugged her father goodbye. Then the four of us raced for the portal. We grabbed each other’s hands as we ran.
    But just before we entered the portal, I remembered two things. We hadn’t been told how to get back home. And we hadn’t been told where we were going. Then I realized that I did know. I had been looking at the portal chart just the other night. We were headed to London, December 29, 1940. The worst night of the Blitz.

    1. That was amazing!??? I would absolutely love to read how they get out and what happens next. You should also write a prequel so we can know about how they saved another dimension from a terrible fate (because that sounds like it would be so exciting???).

  15. This is another story. I tried to make it noncreepy and nonsad for once. Not sure I completely succeed…

    I smile. My reflection in the mirror smiles back. My wavy black hair falls on my shoulders and my pale, ghostly skin reflects the sun. I enter the kitchen and grab a can from the fridge labeled “Tomato Juice”. It’s really blood. I don’t bite. I leave the kitchen and head for my bedroom. It’s pretty simple, with red everything. My dad had very red eyes that just glowed when he got mad. Mine are emerald green and turn bright red. My eye color is the only trait I shared with my mother. A knock sounds on the door and Declan pushes it open. He is 22 years old and an unofficial murder suspect. I have no idea why he adopted me but here we are. I don’t believe he killed anyone, but as Jeremy, my used to be adopted brother, best friend and boyfriend would say, I’m biased. When you’re in trouble and someone helps you when they don’t have anything in it for them, its hard to think them a killer. “You have a visitor,” he says and Jeremy comes in. Dad adopted Jeremy after his parents died of cancer. After we lost my entire family in one day, due to a still-unsolved murder, he stuck with me. I’m glad because I have no idea how I would have managed without him. “You have it?” I ask as soon as Declan leaves shutting the door. “Yup”. I grab the corner of my desk and push it away. Behind it is a door. The door follows me anywhere and for some strange reason loves hiding behind very heavy desks. It could have hidden under the bed. That would have made my life so much more easier. Jeremy grabs the handle and pulls it open. His necklace shimmers and the door unlocks. I grab the door behind it. Same reaction. We are the only people to be able to open this door, the one that leads to the past. Jeremy looks at me and with his eyes asks if I’m sure. I am. I know that what I will see will solve the mystery for me but for no one else. I know I will not remember what I saw. I also know that I desperately want to prove to myself that Declan had nothing to do with the murder. Most of all, I want to see the face of the person who killed one girl and maybe made another disappear and killed my family. For a split second, I might even know what my dad knew, the secret he had to die to keep. I’m happier than I ever was now, but I just have to know. Even for tiny a bit. We both take a breath and step through the door.

    For this story, I took the book by Karen Mc. Manus (Two Can Keep a Secret) and created two new characters who are totally different. The only character from the book is Declan. There’s no spoilers, I promise. It’s not exactly time travel I guess but they are about to time travel so I hope it counts. I really hope you like it. 🙂

    1. My favorite characters in her books are Nate and Declan. The girl in the story is called Jasmine, and she and Jeremy are part of a group of vampires. Shes connected with Nate as well in another story I created with the books. I like adding characters to stories. I find it harder to do it with MMU for some reason.

      1. Oh, and the cans of blood thing is inspired by the vampire in “At First Bite” by Ruth Ames (Which was my favorite books 4 years ago).

    2. Hi Detective Society and Robin Stevens,
      This is my time travel story.

      “Come on JJ!” Avo cried. “We’re going to be late!” She said, tugging at my hand.
      “Late for what exactly?” I groaned. Avo is awesome, she’s just a little strange. Her name is Avocado, but she gets mad when anyone calls her that. She is different. For on thing, she comes to school every day with dried mango and strawberry gummies and eats them in the same chair, at the stands. She dashes forward, and I had no choice but to follow her.
      “Avo! What is going on! We should be a Bio! Wait up!” I shouted at her.
      “In here JJ!” She pulls me into the cleaners closet and pulls out a silver necklace.
      “Is that a time turner?” I said, feeling perplexed.
      “Better. It’s a time bubble. Lets say you’re being chased by a time hunter, and you want to disappear, you do just that. But they can go through time too, but you can’t penetrate a time bubble, so no matter how hard they try, they can’t get to you.” She said breathlessly.
      “Where exactly are you going?” I said. She hooked the necklace around us both.
      “Avo, you caaaaaaaaaaaaannnnt aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!” I screamed. She was just lying straight down, obviously experienced, while I was whirling around like a hurricane. We suddenly landed with a thump.
      “Where in time are we?” I said, holding my head while she was expertly putting strawberry gummies into her mouth.
      “Let me check.” She pulled out a watch from under her sleeve, fiddling with the hands.
      “Avo what the heck!” I cried.
      “Oh JJ. We are in 1986.” She said calmly, getting a scrunchie out.
      “Really Avo! We are stuck in 1986 and you take out a scrunchie!” I shrieked hysterically.
      “Come on JJ! We are going to go see a hero!” She said.
      “Really?” I said disbelieving her.
      “Yes JJ! Come on you snail!” She said, rushing into a long queue. Though as soon as we got there I had a rush of nausea and we were suddenly in the cleaners closet.
      “Time warp. Never mind. Lets get to Bio.” Avo said calmly, walking out the door into the corridor.
      “Avocado West, come here right now and explain to me what just happened!”

      1. That was really good!!! I love the characters (and not just because Avo has my psudonym). I love how JJ is freaking out and Avo is so calm.

        1. Thanks for the feedback! I was thinking about Avo explaining a bit more at the end, but I’d thought I might leave it on a funny note. Glad you enjoyed!

        1. Thank you Kyra! I love Harry Potter, its one of my favourite series, (after MMU) so I thought I would incorporate a bit of it in.

      2. This was really funny! One thing I didn’t understand was why they had gone back in time, so maybe next time, add a little bit to the beginning.

    3. Wow, this is great and spooky! Maybe you could add a bit more on so they actually time travel, I would love to see where they go!

  16. Here is my time travel story! This was definitely out of my comfort zone, but I had a lot of fun writing! I hope you like it!

    “It’s a piano.” I look at the old grand piano covered in a thin layer of dust. My hand finds its way to the keys. “Don’t!” I jerk away. “Not yet,” my friend, Novah, says. I desperately want to play until my fingers are burning and sore. “Why can’t I play? And why did you bring me here? You said I would get to travel. I brought my passport. I was expecting an airport. Not this piano that I really, very desperately, want to play,” Novah just laughs. “You just can’t wait a second, can you?” I cross my arms. I can wait. I can be patient, even though I am slowly inching towards the piano. Novah rolls her eyes before walking over to the piano.
    “This is middle C,” she says.
    “I am well aware of that.”
    “Alright, no need to be smug.” This time I’m the one to roll my eyes. “As I was saying, this is middle C. Middle C is the present. Anything above is the future. Anything below is the past.” I just stare at her. Has something happened that I don’t know about? “Novah,” I say slowly, careful of my words, “Is everything okay?” She turns to me confused. “Okay,” she asks, “Everything is amazing! Just be quiet and listen.” I nod. “Because I’m here for you, if you-”
    “Will you shut up! Listen to me! Each key represents 50 years. For example, this D above middle C is 50 years in the future. Press it and BANG! We are 50 years in the future. But if you want something in between the 50 years, you must play a chord. Oh, and don’t play the black keys because they take you to different branches and dimensions in space and time. We’ll probably never make it back alive.” I just nod. Slowly. “To get back you just have to sing middle C. Want to give it a go!”
    “Sure,” I say. Anything to make Novah happy. I walk over to the piano. “One last thing! You must whisper the place you want to be.” I place my fingers on the piano and play a chord from F, below Middle C, and whisper the place I want to go. I lift my hand off the piano. “Are you sure-”

    “I’m going to be sick,” I whisper. We are no longer in that small room will the old, dusty piano. We are sitting in the plush, red seats in our own private box, in the Cuvillies Theatre. “Where are we?” Novah asks.
    “I am going to be sick,” I say again.
    “Don’t be so dramatic. Answer my question.”
    “Munich,” I say. “We are in the Cuvillies Theatre in Munich.” I freeze. I was here. I was actually in 1781. “Why are we in Germany?” But before I could answer, the lights dimmed and the curtains opened. There he was. Standing in the center of the grand orchestra. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
    “Cool, Mozart. I see you picked one of his operas.”
    “Not just any Opera. ‘Idomeneo’ premieres today. Right now. Don’t utter a word until it is over.”
    “Whatever.”

    The opera was better than I could have thought. Back in the cramped room with the old piano, I’m still buzzing with energy. “Where to next?” I ask. We go everywhere. We fight with Boudica, swim in rivers with Pocahontas, paint with Van Gogh and write with Tolkein. “Did you see his face?” Novah asks while laughing. I did. I saw the look on George III’s face when we gave him a dead, uncooked squid for his dinner. We both burst into fits of laughter. “I should probably head back-”

    I was shivering next to Novah. “Where are we?” I ask.
    “On ice in the middle of nowhere. I must have pressed a key by accident. It’s fine we can just-” Someone screamed behind us. We both jump and spin around. “Humans?” It was our turn to scream. “It’s like Disney has come to life!” Novah exclaims. There was a penguin in front of us. A talking penguin. “How are you here?” it asks.
    “How are you talking?” I ask. The penguin laughs. “All creatures talk. You humans are so small-minded. But, how are you here? You’re dead.”
    “We are very much alive!” Novah yells.
    “No,” the penguin says, “You are dead. Extinct.”
    “How?” I ask.
    “A mixture of you destroying the climate and nuclear bombs. You sort of just killed yourselves.”
    “What year is this?”
    “Turtle.”
    “Turtle?”
    “The clouds were in the shape of a turtle at the beginning of the year.”
    “That’s how you- doesn’t matter.” I turn to Novah. “Let’s go.” We hum the note to get us back to the present and within a second we’re back. Novah’s lips were blue and her hair had snow in it. I guessed I looked the same. “What just happened?”
    “That is what you are going to tell me.” The deep voice rumbled through the room. A tall man in a black suit stood before us, his arms crossed, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on us. Novah sighed. “Why are you mysterious guys always in black suits?”

    1. Haha! I enjoyed that so much! It was funny and adventurous and that would make a great novel! You are a really awesome and great writer!
      It feels like I’m there in that room with the piano reading your story!
      I love it!

    2. “Why are you mysterious men always in black suits?”
      I loved that! I think they use black because somehow hot pink doesn’t really work

    3. I love the idea of piano keys representing time! And what a cliff hanger! Was the mysterious guy part of time traveling?

      1. Thank you, Xydel! The guy at the end of the story was a government agent. Short of like a S.H.I.E.L.D agent from Marvel.

    4. You should totally write a full story from this, because this is amazing! If you could, could you write a part 2 and post it here, because I really want to find out what happens!

    5. Oooooh, this is amazing! I agree, I think it would be creepier if the guys were in, like, blue and neon orange striped suits because then you’d know that they were actually unhinged.

  17. That is a really cool story, Inaya. I love how you use the piano in the text. I am currently writing my story for the prompt. It was ready until it deleted it self. So annoying.

    1. Thank you, Annie! I know how annoying it is when documents delete! I hope everything goes well with your story. I can’t wait to read it!

  18. A hand gripped my shoulder, a hand grabbed my arm, a hand pulled me roughly back…
    Pain,that was all I felt,pain. An unfamiliar hand had a strong grip on my upper arm. My eyes were forced shut and I felt like my body was being forced through a thin, black tube. I twisted and struggled but the man’s grip was too strong. I gave up. I felt all limp,like I was going to throw up…

    “Clara, Clara wake up.” called a voice from somewhere overhead. I opened my heavy eye-lids and swimming slightly blurred above me was my best friend Holly. She had almond-shaped bright green eyes.Her long black hair,that hung in wavy curls,flopped all over my face. “Clara,we need to get out of here.” she almost whispered.I sat up and an unfamiliar scene met my eyes. Big houses loomed out of the mist on all sides. Ivy was growing all over them,covering the old crumbly bricks. “Where are we?”I asked, “It definitely does not look like home,it’s just so hot!”
    “I don’t know but there’s a really creepy man sitting on the bench over there just staring at us.” she said in a horse whisper. She started to move away from me and I followed her until I noticed something. A pale gold light was forming right in front of us. I stumbled and grabbed Holly’s arm. She turned and I just pointed at the light. It was now growing and getting brighter and brighter. But that wasn’t the only thing, more of the same lights we’re now forming a tight circle around me and Holly. We were trapped.The only thing we could do was to walk through one of them. I held tight to Holly and started forward. The man who was sitting on the bench was now giving us his undivided attention. He looked like he was going to jump up any moment now. As we approached the nearest glowing light,I saw more hooded and cloaked figures appearing on all sides. As they landed,the houses behind them crumbled away as though they had just fallen down a massive hole.I squeezed Holly’s arm and she turned to look at me. I nodded at all the faces staring at us and whispered to her,“If we walk through there,I think that all those men will attack us.” She looked around and nodded.We stopped. The lights were gliding slowly towards us.We were both being forced into a smaller and smaller circle. Finally,we were forced back to back. One of the men broke the circle and began to talk in a croaky voice. “Who is this,” he began “Who dares to enter the realms of Xcelzor?” We looked at each other. Her face echoed my feelings. Neither of us had ever heard of Xcelzor. One thing was for sure, we were not at home. For one thing,it was far too hot to be anywhere in Canada and also,the events that were happening we’re not going on anywhere in the world let alone in our home country. Our new surroundings and the men all around us confirmed both our suspicions. We had time travelled. By the looks of it we’re in another country.That meant that we had also managed to transport ourselves to another place in the world,and we were in a very sticky situation. We both now knew that the man who had grabbed us had been Xcelzor himself…

      1. Thanks.I’m really glad our love it. There isn’t anymore but as I still have the whole week left,I could finish it then post it. It could be made into a really long adventure story

        1. Oh yes please finish it!
          You’re a really talented writer and the story made me cling on to every word! I really enjoyed reading it with all the mystery!

          1. Hi Kyra, I am really glad you liked it. I am going to start carrying on writing it today and then I am going to post it.

  19. Here is my story. It is set far in the future, when people live on different galaxies in space. The main character, Alla, is a teenager.

    Alla took a deep, steadying breath. What they were about to do was not a light matter. If they messed up the space-time continuum, whole universes would change, maybe even blink out of existence. You could not be born, simply because one of your great-great-great-great-great-grandparents died before they were supposed to, or decided to marry a different person. You would not be you! Alla tried not to think of all the things that could go wrong as Cos summoned up the portal. He had wanted to come, to help Alla save their friends, but Alla would never in a million Earth years lead their little brother into the gigantic mess that was the Dark Ages. Even though Cos had magic, something that no one else either of them had ever heard of had, Alla would never let him be in such danger. He was only seven, after all. Cos could still die, even though it was harder for him because of his magic, and if Alla let that happen there was no way they would ever forgive themselves. Alla tried not to remind themself that Cos was the one who could make portals, so if he wanted to come, he could come, but Cos didn’t like to disobey his older sibling. Still, Alla couldn’t stop him from portalling into the past when they weren’t there to stop him.
    “Alla…” Cos said Alla’s name softly, but Alla still jumped. Cos suddenly flung himself into Alla’s arms, not weighing enough to push Alla over, but leaping into them so hard it made them stumble. Alla knew what they had to do, but it didn’t make it any easier to leave Cos, especially because anything could happen in the time they were apart. Alla found themself blinking back tears, arms imitating Cos’ as they hugged their little brother goodbye. “Hey,” Alla started to say, but Cos quickly cut Alla off. “Don’t,” he said sharply, “You’re no good at goodbyes. And I’m no good at hearing them.” Alla sighed. Their brother was right, though, in a way. Alla always messed goodbyes up, and it would just make it harder for them both, accepting that Alla might never come back, and if they did, Cos might not be there waiting. “ You have to start thinking ahead, though, Cos.” Alla’s brother looked like he was about to interrupt them again, but they gave him a hard look, and he bit his lip. “What will you do if I don’t come back?” Alla’s glares did nothing to shut Cos up this time. “Alla Wil Alair, do NOT talk like that! One week from now, you and our friends will be in our ship, eating nacho chips and talking about your adventures. Now, I believe you have some time travel to do.” Alla took a deep breath. They let the matter go, as they were pretty sure Cos could fend for himself, what with his magic and all. The swirling gold, purple and black portal behind Alla was growing larger, seconds away from being ready. Alla glanced back over their home planet, Pock’s hard, jagged rocks sticking up everywhere. They were on a rock ridge above Cos and Alla’s small house. They tried to take it all in, and at last, Alla’s eyes landed on Cos. He would be fine, Alla knew that. The thing was, Alla would spend a lot more time in the past than what would happen in the present. It would only be about a week for Cos, but who knew how long Alla would be. There was no way of knowing. So many things could go wrong… but Alla knew what they had to do. Another quick hug, a stare into Cos’ huge amber eyes. Alla spun around, and placed a foot into the portal. They quickly launched themself into the past, and landed in the middle of the biggest battle Alla had ever seen.

    That was more than 500 words, sorry, but that is Part 1. I think I will post part 2 when I finish it.

    1. I was loosely inspired by the book Once and Future and it’s sequel Sword in the Stars by Amy Rose Capetta and Cori McCarthy

      1. Hi Avocado,
        This is such a cool story. I am always being inspired by books (though not always my favourites!)and think that it is an excellent thing to do ?

    2. Here is Part 2, it’s mostly backstory so it doesn’t go very quickly.

      Cos tried not to worry about Alla. It was near impossible, and out of everyone in the universe, Cos was probably the one who knew the most about impossible. Even as he was walking back down to the little house that he and Alla, his 17 year old sibling, lived in, his mind was already whirling, thinking about all the ways Alla could die, and then trying to block them out again just as fast. When he arrived at their doorstep, and then hurried in their front door, his mind was listing all the chores he would do while Alla was away, to keep his mind busy and please Alla when they got back. Cos could just magic all the chores, but that would defeat the purpose. He was doing them to keep his mind off Alla, he reminded himself, which just reminded him again of all the danger his sibling was in. At least they had the slew of weapons that Cos had enchanted before they left. Daggers, swords, bows and arrows, slingshots, you name it. They were mostly for Alla to give to their friends once they found them, and Cos had tried to stick to weapons that already existed in that time period. The Dark ages. Just saying the name made a shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t imagine what Alla was feeling. His older sibling was the bravest human he knew. Maybe even the bravest being he knew, and that was saying something, as Cos had met masses of beings in the billion years he’d been alive. Cos was what Alla liked to call, the most confusing person in the universes. Although Alla also called him a weird little snail (a snail was a tiny creature that used to live on Earth), so Cos wasn’t sure Alla’s information could be trusted. Cos mostly had the mind of a seven-year old, more mature of course because he was millions of years old, although to be fair most of it he had spent sleeping. Cos aged younger, sort of, like Merlin from the Earth legend. He had started out 700 years old or so, and then slowly gotten younger. He used to sleep for centuries at a time, living a lonely life of a hermit. Then he met Alla. He was already younger than them, and neither of them had any family, only some friends of Alla that were like family to them, from before Alla’s parents died, that had stood with Alla and comforted them, but there was only so much they could do. Alla was thrust into orphanages and foster care, a time they didn’t like to talk about, so Cos didn’t know much about it. Alla had eventually run away, taking her parents old ship, and fled to Pock, where they and their family had lived before everything went sideways. Alla had still traveled, to see their friends, when they missed them or needed something. Hardly anyone lives on Pock anymore, and so Alla couldn’t easily find work or food. On Earth’s moon, while visiting their friend Nio, Alla had stumbled into Cos. He was only two years younger than Alla then, but he was alone and pathetic, and Alla immediately knew that they had to help him. After all, Alla knew what it was like to be small and helpless and alone. It’s what they had to go back to on Pock. So Alla took him in, and they’d been siblings ever since. Now Alla was gone, saving Nio, Lake, Alex, Star and Koy. He only wished he could help. He was more powerful than even Alla knew. Still, they must have asked him to stay for a reason. The one reason he could think of was that Alla didn’t want him to get hurt. If it meant helping his friends, though, the people who had helped him so much, he didn’t mind a little danger.

      Again, probably more than 500 words, sorry. Part three will come when I finish it.

    3. I think this is going to become a much longer story, so I’ll have to find a way to attach a link to a document. Here is Part 3:

      Alla crouched down, swords clashing above their head. Great, they thought bitterly. I landed right in the biggest battle of the century. They crawled to the side, trying to find a way out of the chaos. Armored legs kicked at Alla and they realized they needed armor. Yeah, you think?! Their conscience yelled at them. A stray sword nicked Alla’s shoulder, and they winced. They kept going, though, needing to get out. “Alla? Is that really you?” A very familiar voice said over their shoulder. Alla whipped around, to see one of their favorite faces in the world peeking out of a visor. “Star!” Alla nearly shouted, as Star lifted them up and behind him.
      “It’s never been better to see you,” he said, raising his voice above the clatter of sword hitting sword and agonized yells. “We thought you’d never come.” Star gave Alla a smile, which quickly turned to worry. “You’re bleeding.” he said, and it took Alla a minute to remember their shoulder. It had ramped up the bleeding since several minutes ago, and now Alla looked like they had been in a battle. Which, they realized, they had been. Still were. “It’s nothing,” Alla said, and after Star raised an eyebrow Alla continued, “It looks worse than it is. Just a cut.”
      “We need to get you some armor.” he said, and Alla nodded in agreement. “Come on, let’s get out of this mess.” They made their way forward together, inching past swinging swords. A big man lunged at Alla, sword outstretched, but Star quickly cut in, “Hey, hey, hey, Fred, they’re with me.” The big guy (apparently named Fred), stepped back. “Sorry, Star.” Fred said in a deep voice, and Alla whispered to Star, “How does he know you?” Star smirked sadly, an expression Alla didn’t know was possible, and said, “Long story. Remind me to tell you later.” Alla raised an eyebrow, but knew this was not the time. “Oh, here’s a way ou-ah!” Alla turned to face Star, only to find him on the ground. Someone had swept his legs out from under him with a sword! “I’m okay!” Star called to Alla upon seeing their horrified face. He gave two thumbs up. “Yeah, but you just got hit with a sword.” Alla replied, incredulous. “Armor.” Star said, grinning. Some armor, Alla grumbled. Another sword came down on Star, but his armor was incredible! It made a soft clanging noise, and when Alla squinted, they could see the armor gave off a dim glow. Alla made eye contact with Star and raised their eyebrows. Magic, really? Alla mouthed. Nice job being below suspicion. Star just shrugged and smiled.

      To be continued, again.

      1. Part 4:

        Cos looked to the portal, then looked away again. Then back to the portal, then away again. It had only been a half an hour since Alla left, which meant anywhere from an hour to a day for Alla, and Cos was already summoning a portal to follow his older sibling? Cos sighed, and closed it. He missed Alla like crazy already, and it was hard to think about the rest of the week he had to go. What should he do in the meantime? Cos ambled over to his cactus, whispered encouragement to it, and started stroking the sides of the spikes. He was trying to grow a cactus, without magic, in his and Alla’s house on Pock, possibly the coldest planet known to humankind. He had magicked a heat lamp into his house (okay, maybe he had used magic a little bit, it wasn’t cheating…) and he hoped it would be enough to keep the little cactus alive. So far, so good. Cos watered his cactus (he was really going to need a name for it), and threw himself into his hammock bed. His stomach grumbled. He magicked a bowl of popcorn into his lap, and started to watch a movie. Anything that could help keep his mind off Alla was greatly appreciated.

    4. I think I am going to stop posting chapters until I have finished so I don’t take up massive amounts of space on the website. When I am done I will post it all, though.

  20. Hi Everyone, this is my story. Hope you like it!

    I stumbled across the track. I needed to get back to 2020 now. I had to live. And that was when I saw the train.

    I hated it here. I hate its potted plants and latte machines. I hate its department stores and street vendors. I even disliked the people. People had told me not to cross the railway track, that it was dangerous, that trains came by often. But as I clambered out I did not think of their warnings.
    ‘What are you wearing?’ asked a boy sitting on the bench with a computer. I realised that he too was wearing something I would describe as odd. A black and silver jumpsuit, with a yellow tunic over the top.
    ‘Ordinary clothes,’ I answered. It was true. I was wearing jeans and a top.
    ‘That top is vintage. You would buy that outfit for a lot of money. It is 3020 after all. Prices are sky high!’
    ‘What do you mean? I bought this top for a pound. What do you mean 3020, its…’ a woman with pink hair came by, wearing jeans, ‘Sorry, but what year is it?’ The boy must have lied. He looked like something out of Star Trek any way.
    ‘I don’t bother with years, honey; it’s only a concept-‘she said dreamily.
    ‘Don’t bother with her. She’s a free thinker.’ The boy said, looking at her disparagingly.
    ‘So,’ I shoot back, ‘I know loads of free thinkers.’
    ‘Do they renounce culture, religion, time, technology, fashion and modern speech?’ I had never met someone like that before. Was this woman just like people in 2020 who dress in Victorian clothes? Was I really in 3020? Had I actually time travelled?
    ‘Wait,’ the boy said, ‘You are Marion Fox – I have seen a picture of you. On the 21ST of April you were hit by a train. They hold a memorial every year.’
    ‘Oh, is that who you are? I thought I recognised you…’ But the woman’s words were lost to me; I was already running across the track.
    When I looked up I saw a woman clutching some papers sitting on the bench. She seemed too caught up in her manuscript to notice I was wearing jeans.
    ‘Hello,’ she said pulling at the loose threads on her skirt, ‘I am Louise or Lou as my family call me. I am going to see my publisher in Boston.’
    I looked at the story and saw- the first lines of Little Women. ‘You’re Louise M Alcott,’ I spluttered, ‘ this story; it’s a best seller, a classic. It’s…’, But that meant I was in the 1800’s. I had to go.

    I stumbled across the track. I had to get back to 2020 now. I had to live. And that was when I saw the train.

        1. It was! It made the beginning mysterious and then at the end, I realized what the first part was and that it was the end! You did a really good job!

      1. Hi Anika,
        I am glad you liked it. I think that what probably happens is that she gets hit by the train but I am not totally sure!

  21. This is another story. I tried to make it noncreepy and nonsad for once. Not sure I completely succeed…

    I smile. My reflection in the mirror smiles back. My wavy black hair falls on my shoulders and my pale, ghostly skin reflects the sun. I enter the kitchen and grab a can from the fridge labeled “Tomato Juice”. It’s really blood. I don’t bite. I leave the kitchen and head for my bedroom. It’s pretty simple, with red everything. My dad had very red eyes that just glowed when he got mad. Mine are emerald green and turn bright red. My eye color is the only trait I shared with my mother. A knock sounds on the door and Declan pushes it open. He is 22 years old and an unofficial murder suspect. I have no idea why he adopted me but here we are. I don’t believe he killed anyone, but as Jeremy, my used to be adopted brother, best friend and boyfriend would say, I’m biased. When you’re in trouble and someone helps you when they don’t have anything in it for them, its hard to think them a killer. “You have a visitor,” he says and Jeremy comes in. Dad adopted Jeremy after his parents died of cancer. After we lost my entire family in one day, due to a still-unsolved murder, he stuck with me. I’m glad because I have no idea how I would have managed without him. “You have it?” I ask as soon as Declan leaves shutting the door. “Yup”. I grab the corner of my desk and push it away. Behind it is a door. The door follows me anywhere and for some strange reason loves hiding behind very heavy desks. It could have hidden under the bed. That would have made my life so much more easier. Jeremy grabs the handle and pulls it open. His necklace shimmers and the door unlocks. I grab the door behind it. Same reaction. We are the only people to be able to open this door, the one that leads to the past. Jeremy looks at me and with his eyes asks if I’m sure. I am. I know that what I will see will solve the mystery for me but for no one else. I know I will not remember what I saw. I also know that I desperately want to prove to myself that Declan had nothing to do with the murder. Most of all, I want to see the face of the person who killed one girl and maybe made another disappear and killed my family. For a split second, I might even know what my dad knew, the secret he had to die to keep. I’m happier than I ever was now, but I just have to know. Even for tiny a bit. We both take a breath and step through the door. Cold wind rushes from everywhere and we are standing in front of the big wheel in Murderland Theme Park, 5 years ago. I open my eyes and hold back a shriek as I see the face of the person and their hands-on her neck.

    For this story, I took the book by Karen Mc. Manus (Two Can Keep a Secret) and created two new characters who are totally different. The only character from the book is Declan. There’s no spoilers, I promise. It’s not exactly time travel I guess but they are about to time travel so I hope it counts. I really hope you like it. ? ( I added the bit were they actually time travel so it fits the prompt better) 🙂

  22. “Miss! Miss!”

    An urgent hand shook my shoulder. I blinked my eyes groggily. “What… what’s going on?” I murmured.

    The same hand pulled me to my feet. “There’s no time! We must hurry!”

    As we began to run along the cobblestone streets, I took a better look at my rescuer. He was a young man, probably about 19 years old, with dark hair and hazel eyes. As I regained consciousness, my surroundings came into clearer focus. Everything was sweltering. The air was heavy with soot. Every few feet, I spotted other people fleeing in the same manner the young man and I were. They all wore expressions of panic and were dressed as if… as if they were from the 1870s.

    “Sir, what year is it?” I yelled to the young man.

    He didn’t slow his pace but said, “You don’t know what year it is, miss? Did you hit your head when you fell?”

    “Just tell me what year it is!” I exclaimed.

    “1871!”

    “Oh no,” I muttered. Suddenly, everything came flooding back to me. I had been in the middle of a shift of my job as a tour guide. I was giving a walking tour of the Great Fire of Chicago, dressed in period costume, as always, when I touched the side of a brick building. Everything had gone dark as I collapsed, until I had been awoken by the young man.

    I added up the facts: the fiery air, the year, the prior memories. Yes, there was no other explanation- I had travelled back to the Great Fire of Chicago.

    The young man’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “If we get over this bridge, we’ll be safe! The fire can’t cross the river!”

    I ran. Hand in hand, we sprinted to safety. He and I reached the other side, panting heavily. As we caught our breath, we made eye contact.

    The young man swept an elegant bow. “I don’t believe I properly introduced myself,” he said. “Frederick Bell, at your service.”

    I grinned. “Charlotte Gardiner. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

    He brushed a hand across my chestnut hair, then quickly snatched his hand away. “There was some soot in your hair,” he explained sheepishly.

    We both laughed, but stopped short as we remembered the fire. I gently leaned against his shoulder as Chicago began to burn.
    ***********************************
    “Miss! Miss!”

    I shook my head to clear it. I was back to the present, in the middle of Chicago on a tour. But I was on the ground, in a slouching position against the brick building. I hadn’t even noticed that I was seated at first- my petticoats padded me so well.

    A hand gave me a plastic bottle of water, and I sipped it gratefully. “What happened?”

    “You fell over,” a young man’s voice explained gently. “My guess is you got dizzy from the heat.”

    “That’s probably it,” I said. I glanced up at his face as the young man helped me up. I almost fell over again from shock- he looked just like the young man from 1871! Instead of saying that, I merely said, “Thank you for your assistance.”

    “Of course. I don’t believe I properly introduced myself,” he said. “Frederick Bell, at your service.”

    I grinned. “Charlotte Gardiner. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

    “Likewise.”

    Somehow, I knew he was the same young man. The same appearance and name, yes, but something else made me sure. I didn’t know what, but it was true. I expressed none of this, though. I just said, “Shall we get on with the tour then?”

    1. Wow, this is a great time travel story, I would love for a part 2! I especially like how the scene is almost the same in both eras, it really makes the story exciting!

    2. Wow, that was really good, Sofia! The end makes me wonder about Frederick Bell, it’s a great ending that left me on the edge of my seat!

  23. Sofia, that’s an excellent story. I loved how you said the character knew the boy in a way different from name and looks

  24. Tess found the book she had been looking for. The Complete Sherlock Holmes. She loved mysteries, and these were her favorite. They were perfectly set, with the answer just in front of you, but you couldn’t grab it until Sherlock dramatically revealed it. She sat down with the book in one of the library’s more secret seats, and readied herself for a long adventure.

    In the middle of The Red Headed League, she found herself failing to enjoy the story.
    “I wish I could just go into the book and solve the mystery for myself.” She felt a lovely warm feeling crawl up her spine, and then, she wasn’t in the library anymore. She was in a cream colored box, all alone. She watched in wonder at what was happening in front of her. Slowly, as if an invisible pencil was drawing, she saw a scene play out in front of her. It colored itself in, and then, she was surrounded by people . She was in what seemed to be the heart of the city. She pondered where in the story she was, because it was evident to her that that’s where she was. She would worry about why later. Saxe-Coburg Square, right where most of the story takes place! What should she do? She had read about when people travel into books, if they engage with the characters, they messed up the story. Would she mess it up, or would she be able to help solve the case. She couldn’t risk ruining one of her favorite stories. Besides, she knew Sherlock solved it anyway. Instead, she would just explore London.

    She started by visiting the Pawn Shop to see what Vincent Spaulding looked like. She went into the shop, and was surprised at how dark it seemed. “That’s one thing they didn’t mention in the book.” The next thing she noticed was how there was no one to help customers. “No surprise there.” As she was leaving, she heard thundering footsteps. “What do you want?” Said a rough voice. “Nothing” she replied, looking at him. “Then get out. We don’t need thief’s in here.” She walked out, offended, before realizing he was the villain, so you should expect him to be rude. Next she went to Bakers Street. She saw the home, and decided to have a mini adventure. She would just get a peek at his study. No one was home, and it wouldn’t do any harm.

    She crept inside, careful not to disturb Mrs.Hudson, the housekeeper. She got up to the first floor, and was surprised to find it unlocked. She went inside, and looked around. She instantly spotted an open envelope. It was hard to miss, being right on top of everything else on the desk. It read “To Mr.Holmes” she looked inside to see what was there, and saw a small card. “Payment to cover costs of help given by Mr.Holmes to myself.” It must have been from Mr.Wilson. She decided not to look at that any longer, because it was a private letter. She heard footsteps and froze. She ducked behind curtains, and hoped whoever it was wouldn’t be long. She looked carefully from a small gap, and saw Mr.Wilson their, his hands inside the envelope. She decided to intervene, because he had no right to take back the money, and it wouldn’t disturb the story too much. “What do you think you’re doing?” She said, careful not to be seen. She didn’t know how well this would work, but hopefully Mr.Wilson believed in ghosts. “Who’s there?” He asked, looking scared. However much was in there was probably worth a lot , for he was risking getting caught to get it back. “I demand you put down the envelope” he gasped, sure he wasn’t imagining it. He thought for a second, and ran. It wasn’t worth going to jail for theft to take that money.

    Tess stepped out and decided to get out too. She wasn’t supposed to be there,and she still had to get back to her home. She went back to Saxe-Coburg Square, and said “I wish I could go home.” As if time stopped, everything froze, and slowly, they faded into nothing, and Tess was back on the chair. She decided not to tell anyone what had happened, because who would believe her? She would enjoy her adventures by herself, because there would be more. Tomorrow, she would go to A Study in Scarlet.

    1. Hi Evie,
      I love this story. I have read The Hound Of The Baskervilles and as it is my birthday on Saturday I think I will get a study in scarlet. I love how you described everything and it felt like you knew the book inside out.

  25. Many of you asked me to finish my story so here it is. I haven’t done it all because it is so long but the story is that they go to war to fight against Xcelzor.

    But it couldn’t be. If it had been,the men all around us wouldn’t be asking why we were here if their master was the one who had summoned us here. If it wasn’t him then who was it who had summoned us? I caught sight of a young woman’s face amongst all of the black and hooded ones. She was oddly brighter around the edges. She definitely didn’t look like a supporter of Xcelzor. She had glowing skin and white hair. Her hair was tied up in a neat plait bun. She looked like she could be an elf. The man started talking again and my eyes snapped back to him. He was lowering his hood as he prowled round and round us. A horrible face was revealed as he said “Answer me, answer my question”. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the lady turn and walk away around the circle. Before either of us had time to answer, the elf woman started talking,“ Long time, no see, Xcelzor.” We froze. I turned to Holly to see if she had heard what I had but she was just staring transfixed at this woman. The man they called,‘Xcelzor’ turned to face the women and said,“ Ah, Ara Bowin, we meet again.” Out of the depths of his cloak, he produced a long staff with a dome at the end. In the dome,a red fire was burning in there like a furnace. All of the men around us formed a long line facing Ara Bowin. They also produced the same staffs as their leader. Ara also brought forth a weapon. It was a bow and arrow. None of them did anything but we could tell that they were ready to fire at any minute.

    Holly has always been a rather inquisitive girl which at times can be useful but at other times it is not helpful. This was one of those times. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude but who are you?” she asked Ara. The women looked thoughtfully at the pair of us but did not answer. Instead, she looked up into the sky and said,“Elska es sub muri, elska es sub muri.” Almost at once, around 10 figures emerged from the cloudy sky. They all landed in the same way as the opposing men. They were all carrying the same staffs which were practically the same as Xcelzor’s men. There was one difference though. The dome at the end was supporting a bright blue fire. They all turned to face Xcelzor. Instead of firing however, they took one more look then turned to face us. One one of the more harsh looking elves took me and another took Holly. We were carried over the lights and found themselves pinned side by side with the elves. We were whisked up into the air and I felt the same pain and again I felt sick. When we landed, we found ourselves standing in the middle of a sheltered clearing surrounded by trees. As soon as we got a chance, we struggled away from the elves. We turned to face them and said at the same time,“What was that!?”
    “We will tell you but first we need to know your names.”
    I sighed and said,“My name is Clara and this is Holly.”
    “Good. That was Xcelzor. He was the most feared person ever to live.Even mortals humans knew him and feared him. He was banished to another dimension.While he was there,he gathered followers to help him to destroy all worlds except evil.”
    “Okay,but why are we here?”I asked.“You are here because you are not normal.I know this sounds crazy but you are the two most powerful elementals in the whole world.” said one of the male elves.
    “So are you saying that we have powers?”Holly asked.
    “You do have powers but you also have more than just that.Your powers are these:Holly,you have the power of moving things without touching them. You have other powers but you will have to figure them out yourselves.Your hand held weapon is a staff like ours. This is because you are a sun elf like us. You have the natural gift of wizardry.Clara,you have the power of invisibility. Like Holly, you have other powers but you have to figure them out by yourselves. Your hand held weapon is a bow and arrow because you are a wood elf like Ara.”
    “Thank you Arakin. We have called you here to help fight the battle between evil.You will obviously need to be trained up,you will need to learn what your powers are and you will need to learn to control them.If either of you need help,come to your own type of elf.Finally,you will need to get some armour.”explained Ara.
    “I have a question,are we mortal or immortal?”asked Holly
    Arakin replied,“Yes,you are immortal?” I felt that I was about to enter the scariest time of my life…

  26. Okay, I have had this idea for a while, but I couldn’t find a way to start it! Well, here is my story. It is inspired a bit by Death in the Spotlight, which I am currently re reading.

    “Miss Carthonia, I feel you have misunderstood me. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” is just not the production for you. Now it would be best if you just went back home. Thank you for your time.

    Florence could not believe the news. She was one of the best! How could she have not gotten the role? Think about what your mother would have done; she thought. The late Elodie Carthonia had been one of the best actresses in London in her time, before the tragic accident. People had flocked to see her perform, and now they did the same to her daughter, Florence.

    Florence walked all the way back to her rooms at the boarding house. Although from the outside, it looks as if she was extremely wealthy, and had no money problems, well that was London for you. Everyone has their struggles, especially in the 1930s. The 18 year old twisted a strand off her light brown hair around her finger, wondering what to do next. That role would have payed her rent for a month, let alone get her more parts. If only her mother was there…

    Florence sat down on her bed, and read through the audition script one last time. Then suddenly, she found herself at the back of a large room, filled with rows of tiered seats. They were upholstered with black leather, a rare material in her time, but this seemed to be a different world! She saw people coming into the room, from a door at the front. They were wearing the strangest clothes, in all colours imaginable! And even the girls were wearing pants! Where was she?

    Just then, as everyone was seated, some music started, and everyone stared to the front of the room. As if by magic, the wall slid apart to reveal a screen. She must be at the pictures! But that doesn’t explain the people, or the furnishings? Then, something came on the screen, not in black and white, but in full colour! There was all kinds of music, and action scenes filled the screen. Then Florence realised something. This wasn’t any old script, it was the scrip for “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”!

    She now watched much more closely, and saw Tiana. Florence realised how differently this actress played her as she herself would have. She noticed all sorts of small, but noticeable things that really changed the way the story flowed, that the production she was going to be in wouldn’t have. No one had even thought of acting like this! All too soon, the experience was over. People filed out of the door, not noticing the girl in 1900s dress.

    Florence found herself back on her bed, with the script in her hands. She used the last of her change on the bus to the theatre, and made it just in time to see the director leaving. She called out to him “Mr Campbell! Please wait!”

    1. This is an awesome story. I love how you made them go into the future(or at least I think so) because not as many people are doing time travel into the future.

  27. This is an excellent story. I love Death in the spotlight because of the murder is so clever I had to reread it twice before I fully got the plot. I love Shakespeare too and I love how you involved seeing it in the cinema aswel as acting it.

    1. Thank you! Sometimes when I have just finished a book I just read the end of Death in the Spotlight, just to see how Daisy and Hazel solve the murder!

  28. Hello! Here is mine. I hope it isn’t too sad, because I promised myself this week’s wouldn’t be sad!

    The story:

    It was just a normal day in school. We were doing our writing, and our teacher was sitting at the front of the class, writing something. I finished my piece with THE END and then looked at the teacher. I saw that others in the class were doing the same.
    “Ah! Everyone’s finished. Well, just in time because I’m about to tell you what our next topic is…” I could feel the whole class holding their breath. I did too. “What will it be like in 2020?” The class cheered. It is 1877. Then I felt it. At first it was like something was trying to lift me, but then I flew up in to the air, above everyone’s heads. I screamed. What was happening? The whole class looked up at me, jaws dropped. The cheering had stopped.
    All of a sudden, I flew up through the roof almost as if it wasn’t there. I started to spin round and round, and it made me feel sick. Then…

    POP!

    I was above a different city. Or so I thought. The air almost choked me, and there was an odd noise coming from the roads. Then I started to spin again, round and round so my dress and petticoat swirled around me. I felt sicker by the minute. All of a sudden, I flew through a roof, and landed neatly in a seat. I was in a classroom. But it was weird. There were girls and boys, poor and rich- the sickness was too much then, and I was sick over the edge of my desk. The teacher and all the pupils stared at me. The teacher stared at me in surprise, and in anger.
    “Who might you be?” She asked me severely.
    “Fl-Florence?” I replied, stuttering.
    “What are you wearing?” She said, looking at my clothes in disgust. It was then I noticed that everyone else in the classroom was wearing the same thing, apart from the girls, who wore a skirt whereas the boys wore trousers.
    “My-my normal clothes?” I replied, shrinking back. The teacher laughed at me.
    “What year is it?” She asked me, laughing again.
    “1877?” I said, watching her carefully.
    “1877? What is wrong with you? It’s 2020!”

    I fainted clean out.

    “Florence? Florence, wake up!” The teacher’s face came into view above me. So it wasn’t a dream. I sighed and let the teacher take my weight. She must’ve been holding me.
    “It’s okay. You’re safe with me and my class. Are you really from the Victorian era?” She asked me. She’d suddenly become a lot kinder. I frowned, confused. Then I realised. She must’ve meant that Queen Victoria was my Queen.
    “Yes, I am.” I was more confident now.
    “Come with me.” She led me to the front of the class. “Would you mind telling us all about what your life is like? We’ll tell you what ours is like afterwards.”

    So I began. I told them as much as I could, from dress sizes to amounts of pupils in my class. After that the teacher and her class told me about what their lives were like. It was very interesting, and certainly very different.

    “Well, I think your time with us will soon be-” the teacher started to say, but the tug came just then and I flew up in to the air.
    “Goodbye!” I shouted down to them. They said the same back. I flew in to the air, spinning, then POP again, and I was back above my oh-so-familiar city. I landed in my normal seat, and, again, was sick. My class looked up at me. They hadn’t noticed I had left.

    And that is how I wrote the most accurate price of writing on “What will life be like in 2020?” . It would be found by future historians, and they would puzzle over why it was so accurate.

    My teacher had just laughed at it. She didn’t think it possible that women would ever be aloud to vote.

    I drew a drawing of me and the 2020 class.

  29. “Stories’ for Time Travellers (literally)” the book cover says in gold cursive and upon a dark brown leather cover. I’m instantly intrigued. Turning the book over in my hands, I glance down at my watch: it’s 3:55. If I don’t borrow a book soon, the school librarian (Mrs Whittock) will be throwing me out by the ear and I will have nothing to read tonight. Not that my mother would care anyway – she doesn’t care for girls reading books. Especially not feminist books. A cough startles me and I look up to see Mrs Whittock glaring at me impatiently, with one eyebrow raised. Gulping, I look down at my watch which is now saying 3:58. No wonder Mrs Whittock is looking annoyed – if I don’t leave now she won’t have time to tidy up. I rush over, borrow the book and get out of there.

    Later that night, I am lying in bed when I remember the book. It is only 8:00, but after another one of Mums lectures about the horrors of reading, I couldn’t stay downstairs anymore. Sitting up in bed, I pull my school rucksack and grab the book, opening it to the first page. The title “ The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” jumps out at me and I prepare to lose myself in the wonder of reading…

    “Oi!” a voice yells and I blink as I look up… And double take. I seem to be in the middle of a sort of camp, with huts all around me and a gate around it, locking us in. A large 3 story house stands proud in the distance and still it doesn’t click. Then I see them – soldiers, But not just any soldiers. They wear red armbands with a black symbol on it. I gasp in fear. I… No I… I just can’t have. I’ve travelled back in time through a book? I’m in a concentration camp? No, it is just not possible. Isn’t it?

    “You there!” the voice sounds again and two boys come up to me. Both bald and wearing striped blue pajamas. “ I’m Bruno” the first boy booms confidently “ and this is Shmuel. We are looking for his father. Have you seen him?”
    “No sorry” I reply, a little bemused.
    Bruno frowns “ But you must have” He insists. “He lives here. You must!”
    I shake my head as Shmuel says “ Bruno, I don’t think she lives here. Look she is wearing a nightdress. We don’t have those here.”

    Just then there is a sudden heave and I’m shoved into a group along with Bruno and Shmuel ( although they are a little way away now due to the sudden push.) The words “march” and “gas” and “death” float around me and my heart begins to beat in trepidation and terror as we are forced to move along and taken to a large room – still in a group. I know there and then that I have to get out of here and fast before…

    1. Niamh, that was amazing! It is very interesting and sad how the end was cut short as if the girl in the story had then been killed. You are an amazing writer!

    2. I loved how you ended the story(even though it was sad) with a cliffhanger. I really like reading Historical fiction about WW2 so this was perfect for me.

      1. Great story, Niamh ??. I love how you slipped in a bit about her mother not liking feminist books as it really sets the story up well. What happens next?

    3. I find historical fiction about world war II very interesting so I really liked this story!!??? I would love to read about how she escapes the (what I’m pretty sure is a) gas chamber and gets back to her own time. You could turn this into a book about how she learns how horrible WWII really was. Or about her travelling to a bunch of time periods!

  30. Here is my one! I hope you like it.

    All my life has been me, switching between centuries. It gets tedious. I don’t know where I truly belong.

    I have something called Time-Travel Syndrome. I have seen doctors throughout history, to try to cure me. Every day, I’m somewhere new. I’ve felt what it is like to live through the millennium. I know how bad it really was in World War One. I know how sore it is to wear a Victorian dress.

    Right now I am in 1066. I am on the battlefield of the battle of Hastings. I can’t wait to move again. This is carnage.
    “Get out the way girl!” A tall man shouted at me, pushing me out of the bullet path. His body caught the bullet, and he collapsed instantly. I cried. What a valiant man. I sprinted as far away as I could, then all of a sudden I was sprinting through Victorian London. I sighed, and fell into an alleyway.
    “You look like you’re running from a battlefield!” A man said to me. I smiled.
    “Well, I am.”
    “You’re not! Or are you? Family argument?” He laughed harshly.
    “No. I don’t have a family. And I nearly just got shot. I was on the battlefield of the battle of Hastings.” I said. “I have Time-Travel Syndrome.”
    “Never heard of it. Is it where you don’t stop time traveling?” He said, sarcastically, laughing.
    “It is actually. Can you help me?” His face fell.
    “It-it is? I don’t know how to cure it. I’d guess you just have to time travel till it’s the year you are meant to be in.”
    “What year is it now? For some reason this feels right.” I replied. It did feel right.
    “1851. Wait, hang on. Is your name Ella Gathering?” He asked hopefully. My jaw dropped and I cling on to the wall.
    “It-it is!” I said, smiling. All of a sudden, he ran up to me and embraced me.
    “Ella! It’s you!” He said, crying.
    “Who are you?” I said, pulling away.
    “I’m your dad! When you disappeared from the cot 13 years ago, we thought you were kidnapped. But no one could find you anywhere.”

  31. Here’s my story! 🙂

    “Dad, I’m home!” I call, closing the door behind me.

    “In here, Scarlett!” he replies from his workshop (which is actually our broom cupboard). My Dad is a mad scientist. And I mean MAD. Last week he almost blew up the whole house after he tried to create a machine that would do my homework for me. He means well, and he’s super clever, but he is definitely crazy.

    “How’s the invention going?” I ask, trying to squeeze into the broom cupboard – I mean workshop. One last thing – my Dad is trying to invent a time machine.

    “I think I’ve finally got it!” he exclaims.

    “WHAT?!” I say, bewildered. “But, that’s impossible…”

    “Ha! I told you so!” Dad laughs. “I told you it would work! I’ve already been back to 1980. Those were the good old days…”

    I’m still not sure if I believe him, and he can see it. “Come on, I’ll prove it to you!” he grabs me by the hand and drags me across the very small room to a small metal box with some dials and a big red button on it. He fiddles around with the dials for a bit, then pushes the button.

    Everything is spinning. The world around me starts to fade, then changes and becomes clear again. Suddenly we are in a small alleyway coming off of a bustling street. Everyone is dressed in old fashioned clothes and speak in old fashioned voices. In fact, everything looks old fashioned, but it’s all brand new. But that’s impossible. It couldn’t be…

    “Welcome to 1910!” Dad grins. It’s true. The time machine works!

    “Wow.” I breathe. “Dad, you’re a genius!”

    “I am, aren’t I? Still, we’d stick out like a sore thumb here!” he points out. “But don’t worry, I’ve got that sorted!” he presses a small blue button on the box, and instantly, we are both dressed in the same fancy clothes as the people around us. “Thanks Dad!” I say. “Now let’s go look around!”

    It’s so weird walking around in Edwardian London! Everywhere I look I can see people dressed in posh clothing and small children in rags trying to sell flowers. I desperately want to give them money, but I only have modern day money, plus Dad had makes me swear that we will only look around, not interfere.

    As we round a corner, I see a large group of people, mainly women and girls, walking into a building. A few of them are wearing green, white and purple badges. Suffragettes! I absolutely have to follow them. “Come on, Dad!” I say, and I race to the door, not waiting for him to follow.

  32. Hello! Here is mine:

    All my life has been me, switching between centuries. It gets tedious. I don’t know where I truly belong.

    I have something called Time-Travel Syndrome. I have seen doctors throughout history, to try to cure me. Every day, I’m somewhere new. I’ve felt what it is like to live through the millennium. I know how bad it really was in World War One. I know how sore it is to wear a Victorian dress.

    Right now I am in 1066. I am on the battlefield of the battle of Hastings. I can’t wait to move again. This is carnage.
    “Get out the way girl!” A tall man shouted at me, pushing me out of the bullet path. His body caught the bullet, and he collapsed instantly. I cried. What a valiant man. I sprinted as far away as I could, then all of a sudden I was sprinting through Victorian London. I sighed, and fell into an alleyway.
    “You look like you’re running from a battlefield!” A man said to me. I smiled.
    “Well, I am.”
    “You’re not! Or are you? Family argument?” He laughed harshly.
    “No. I don’t have a family. And I nearly just got shot. I was on the battlefield of the battle of Hastings.” I said. “I have Time-Travel Syndrome.”
    “Never heard of it. Is it where you don’t stop time traveling?” He said, sarcastically, laughing.
    “It is actually. Can you help me?” His face fell.
    “It-it is? I don’t know how to cure it. I’d guess you just have to time travel till it’s the year you are meant to be in.”
    “What year is it now? For some reason this feels right.” I replied. It did feel right.
    “1851. Wait, hang on. Is your name Ella Gathering?” He asked hopefully. My jaw dropped and I cling on to the wall.
    “It-it is!” I said, smiling. All of a sudden, he ran up to me and embraced me.
    “Ella! It’s you!” He said, crying.
    “Who are you?” I said, pulling away.
    “I’m your dad! When you disappeared from the cot 13 years ago, we thought you were kidnapped. But no one could find you anywhere.”

  33. I was looking through my shelf today and found the ultimate time travel play. Harry potter and the cursed child by J.K Rowling. It is about Harry Potters child, Albus who is in Slytherin. It is in play format but it is all about him going back in time to save Cedric Diggory.

  34. Hi,
    my story is about three girls who travell to 1939 but two of them travell from 1938 and one of them from 2020 I hope It works!

    “I wish we had never started this play,” I said to Rose. It was summer 1938 and I was feeling bored. You see, we had been working on the play “Twelfth Night” for ages, but we still couldn’t perform till next year. “I wish we could travel to the future!” Rose said, but she shouldn’t have. A second later we were in a place looking totally destroyed. There were even bombs dropping. The theatre we were to perform in was ruined. Then I noticed there was a war going on.
    *
    I have read “Anne Frank’s Diary” a million times but I can read it another million. I’m Phoebe by the way and I’m going to tell you how I time-travelled to WW2. Well, I’m pretty sure I time travelled, but it could have been a nightmare. But then again ,I’m certain I time-travelled. It was a night in 2020, it was 2:00 am and I couldn’t go to sleep. I decided to read one of my favourite books “Mallory Towers” but, some-how, I couldn’t concentrate. I was to busy thinking about WW2 and suddenly, I was standing in the streets, but not in 2020. I was in 1939, the beginning of WW2, but everything looked worse than I’d imagined.
    *
    “Where are we?” Rose asked- in utter shock, but before I had time to think a girl in her pyjamas appeared in front of us. The pyjamas looked really weird; they had pink bears on them. I had never seen Pyjamas with pink bears on them. It also said something on the pyjamas: “T-E-R-R-Y T-E-D-D-Y terry teddy?” I read out loud what it said on them. “Terry teddy?” asked Rose. The girl turned red and said “Nothing. I’m Phoebe brown and you are?”. “Rose Green and Nancy Hills!” said Rose pointing at me. “Can you help us? we were supposed to travel to 1939 not WW1!”
    *
    Nancy must have already told you what happened so far (she probably mentioned the terry teddy incident too. They’re my sister’s pyjamas, not mine. I had to wear them after she “accidently” dropped all of mine in the garden pond.) So, I will tell you what happened later. “Yes” I said “I’ll help you, but actually, you are in 1939, otherwise known as WW2”. “Oh” they said in unison. “What about we go back to 1938?” said Nancy. “We can tell them WW2 is coming and that maybe we can perform early?”. “Will they believe you?” I replied. I then noticed the hard decisions were about to come…

    1. This is really good. I love how Rose and Nancy think they’ve travelled to WW1! Also I am writing a story with a character with the name Phoebe Brown in it!

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