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Photo by Philipp Berndt on Unsplash The precious jewels weighed heavy in Andy’s hand. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds. The corner of his mouth curled as he spilled them into his small sack. He took one last glance at the sleeping figure of King Henry VIII. Then he tip-toed out of the bed chambers and slipped through the door. “Did you get them?” His father, Drew, stood within the shadows. Andy nodded. “Thief!” A voice echoed against the stone walls. Drew jumped. “Time to go.” They

The front door slammed against the wall, cracking the yellow paint. A man fell inside, panting like his life depended on it. “Quick, get us out of here! A twister—at the end of the block. Headed this way!” The man stumbled and fell to one knee, his gaze on the two boys before him. The taller boy’s eyes shot wide, his heart pounding. “But Aaron, what can I—” “Don’t deny it, Chad. I know your secret. You need to get us out of here now!” “You know?” the younger boy said. Aaron n

Photo by Kris Guico on Unsplash Saltwater slips from the ends of my hair as I surface. The ocean is warm, sunlight reflecting off the choppy waves. My arms and legs move in tandem while I circle and twist and soak in the essence of the sea. I squint at bright blue sky, a seagull busy overhead, calling to his friends in search of their next meal. I’ve drifted further out than planned, although the shore is still within a safe distance. A shout echoes from the beach but I ignor

James hurled the tennis ball at his bedroom wall then snatched it when it bounced back. He leaned against his bed and frowned. Grounded again. He didn’t see why. His mom had given him twenty bucks for the seventh grade dance. She’d never mentioned that it was “emergency only” money. The fancy fortuneteller the school had hired had given him much more than twenty dollars worth of advice. At least it had seemed like more than twenty-dollars-worth the night before. James glanced

For whatever reason, I’ve been writing a lot of time travel stories lately. In every instance my story has revolved around a person (or persons) that has traveled back in time. As much as I love Back to the Future, I had to stop and ask myself: Why? Why is it that I’m not writing stories where the main character travels forward? This got me thinking (furthermore)–If I had the opportunity to time travel, which would I rather do? Travel to the past or to the future? And so I pa

“You’re going back to the 1939 World’s Fair in New York.” Harry pushed a few buttons on the control panel before turning to Jim and Ann. “Remember, you’ll have thirty minutes before your cloaking device wears off. Be at the vehicle before then, so you can return to good old 2074.” “Yes, sir,” Jim said. “I know this is your first trip, but we take our travels very seriously here at The Wrinkle In Time Agency.” Harry stepped back. “Enjoy your flight!” He closed the door of the