 time; maybe I would do something much worse to myself.

I’d experienced severely morbid thoughts for months. Moving often transformed me. A nightmarish combination of a manic and depressed person was all I had been until the vial. It continued for months, and I expected it to continue forever. What I didn’t expect was a twisting feeling in my chest and lower abdomen. It wasn’t painful, just an unusual feeling. I didn’t expect the room to blur. I blinked several times, but it wasn’t my eyes; the room was blurry. Soon the room ceased to exist.

I had not spent long hours considering the year I would move to. I flippantly selected 1963. It would give me almost ten years before my birth moment and I vanished from the universe forever. The Man was specific about not existing past my birth moment. It would give me a chance to see some of the most tumultuous years in America, civil rights marches, hippies, the moon landing. My choice of year would give me a chance to stand at Dealey Plaza and personally see if there was a second shooter. It was a shallow choice, but it was the best I could come up with.

My first thought as the world congealed around me was that I had said something wrong. Had I said 1863? It was night. The stars above me were crisp and clear. Sagebrush surrounded me in all directions. Gone were the smells of the city. My senses absorbed a clean, fresh smell. This was how I remembered the world use to be. A scrub oak blended with the evening shadows just a few feet to my right. To my left was a light in the distance, a campfire. The flames created dancing shadows on the two trees surrounding the fire. Someone sat next to the fire, stirring the flames, sparks rising into the starry sky.

I walked toward the fire. I didn’t see that I had any choice; every other direction was pitch-black. Halfway there he rose from his place at the fire and raised his left hand above his head.

He sparkled. It wasn’t anything residual from the fire. His whole body twinkled and sparkled. It was disturbing.

“About time, Mitchell,” he yelled. “I’ve been waiting here for damn near three days.” “Come on in. I’m sure you have questions, son.”


time; maybe I would do something much bad to myself. 

 I ’d experience severely morbid thoughts for month. Moving often transformed me. A bloodcurdling combination of a manic and depressed person was all I had been until the vial. It cover for months, and I expected it to cover forever. What I did n’t expect was a spin touch in my chest and lower abdomen. It was n’t painful, just an strange feeling. I did n’t expect the room to blur. I wink several times, but it was n’t my eye; the room was blurry. Soon the room discontinue to exist. 

 I had not spent long hours considering the year I would go to. I flippantly selected 1963. It would give me almost ten years before my birth here and now and I vanished from the universe forever. The Man was specific about not existing past my birth moment. It would give me a chance to see some of the most disruptive old age in America, civil rights marching music, hippie, the moon landing. My choice of year would pass me a chance to stand at Dealey Plaza and personally see if there was a second gunman. It was a shallow choice, but it was the best I could come up with. 

 My first thought as the world jell around me was that I had said something wrong. Had I said 1863? It was night. The stars above me were crisp and clear. Sagebrush surrounded me in all direction. run were the smells of the city. My senses absorbed a uninfected, fresh smell. This was how I remembered the populace use to be. A scrub oak blended with the evening shadows just a few animal foot to my right. To my left was a light in the distance, a campfire. The flames created dancing shadow on the two trees surround the fire. Someone baby-sit next to the fire, stirring the flames, sparks rising into the starry sky. 

 I walk toward the fire. I did n’t see that I had any choice; every other direction was pitch - black. Halfway there he resurrect from his place at the fire and raise his left hand above his head. 

 He sparkled. It was n’t anything residual from the fire. His whole soundbox twinkled and sparkled. It was disturbing. 

 “ About time, Mitchell, ” he yelled. “ I ’ve been waiting here for damn near three day. ” “ Come on in. I ’m sure you have questions, son. ”
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i’d eXpErieNced Severely morbid THougHts for months. Moving ofteN tranSfORmed ME. A NightMarish cOMbINAtiOn Of A maNiC AnD deprEssEd persoN was all I haD beEn Until the vial. iT cOntinued foR moNths, and I expeCteD it to cOnTinUE foreVer. what I Didn’t eXPect waS a twistinG fEEling iN My chest AND lOwer Abdomen. It wasn’t paiNFuL, Just an unusual fEeling. i dIDn’T EXpeCt tHe room to blUr. i blinKEd severAL tIMES, buT It wasn’t my eyes; The room was bLUrrY. Soon tHe RooM Ceased To exiSt.

i Had Not spent lonG houRs consideRing thE Year I woULd move tO. I flipPanTly SeleCTeD 1963. IT woUlD GivE Me AlmOSt tEn years bEfOrE my biRth mOMENT and i vaNishEd froM the universe fOreVer. THE MaN was sPecifIc abOuT not eXistinG past My Birth moment. It woUld gIve me a chaNce To See SoMe of tHE most tUmuLtuOus yearS in AmerICa, cIvIL RIgHts marches, hippies, tHe MOOn Landing. MY choicE Of YeAR would giVe Me a ChanCE To staNd at dEaLey Plaza And perSOnAlLy see if ThEre was A sEcoNd sHooteR. it waS a shalLow choicE, but iT Was the best I couLD come up with.

My FIrST ThOUght As tHe world congEaleD ArouNd me WAs ThaT i had sAid soMeTHiNG wrong. Had I said 1863? It was NiGht. The Stars Above me were crIsp and cleaR. sAGebrush sUrroUNdED me in all directIons. GOne were the SMells of tHe citY. My senseS absorbed A CLean, fresH smEll. thiS waS HOw i remembered thE WOrld UsE to be. A sCruB oak bleNdeD wiTh tHe eVeNing shadoWs just a fEw FeEt To My rIght. TO My left waS a LigHt In tHe disTAnce, a cAmpfiRe. ThE fLaMEs cReated dANcING shaDoWs On thE twO tRees sUrroUNdiNg the fiRe. Someone Sat NExt tO tHe Fire, stiRring the flameS, sParks risinG iNto The staRRY sky.

I walKed toward the fire. I didn’t sEE that I hAd aNy choIce; eVery other DirEction Was PItch-blAck. HalFway tHeRe hE ROse frOM HiS plAcE at the fire AND raIsed hIs Left Hand aboVe his head.

He sparkleD. it wAsn’t anything rEsiDual FROm The FIrE. his WhOLe bODY twinkled and spaRkled. It was DiSTuRbing.

“About TIme, miTchell,” hE yelled. “i’ve beEN waitinG here for dAmn near thReE dayS.” “cOme On in. I’m sure You have qUestions, sON.”


 time; maybe I would do so mething mu ch wo rse  to  m ysel f.
I’d experience d  sev erely morbid thoughtsfor m on t hs.M ov ing o ften tr a ns f o rme dme . A  n i gh tmari shcombina tion of aman ic  and depress e dperson was  al l I had been  un til th evia l . Itcon tinue d form onths,  and I ex pe c ted it to cont i n ue  for ever. What I didn ’ te xpect was a tw isting  f e el i n g i n m y chest an dlower abdomen .  I t w asn ’ t painful, ju st an unusu a l f eeling .I d i dn’t e xpect  t h e r oom to blur . Iblinked s everal times,b ut it w asn’tmyeye s; t h ero omwa s  bl u rr y.S oon  the roo mce asedto e x i s t .

I  ha d no t spe nt long hours  co nsid e rin g the  year  I w ou ld mo ve to.  I fl ip pantly selected  196 3. It wou ldgi veme  almo s t tenyea rsbeforemy birt h  mo me n t an d I vanished fromth e un iverse f orever .  T he Man wassp eci fica b out n ot e x is ting pas t my b i rt hmoment.  I t woul dgiv e m e a c h ance  to se e some o f the most tumultuou s  years in Ame r ic a ,  c i vilrig hts marches , hi p pies , th e  m oon landi ng. M yc ho i ce of year would gi ve  me achanc e to stand at  Dealey Pl a z a  and per sona l ly see if there w as asecond sho o ter. Itwas a  shallow  choice,b u t it was  th e b est  Ic o ul d come up wit h . 

My  f irst th oug ht as t hewor ldcon ge aled arou nd me wa sth at  I  ha d sai d  somethi ng  wr on g.Had I said 1 863?It w as  n i ght . The s t ar s abov eme  wer e c ri sp an d cl e ar.  Sagebr ush surro und e d me  i nall dir ections. Gone  w ere the sm el lsof the c ity. Mysenses absorbed a clean ,  freshsme ll. T hiswas how I  re member edt he wor ld use  to b e.  As c rub o a k  b len de d with the e ven ing s ha dows  just a  few feet to my ri g ht.  To my left w asa li g h tint he dis ta n ce, a  campfire. Theflames cre at e ddancing sh a dow son thetwo tre es su r roundin g the fir e. Someon esatn e xtto the fir e, stirr ing the f l ames, sp arksris ing in to  th e sta rry sk y .
I wal ked to wa rd the  fire .I didn’t  see that I had any cho ice; e veryoth er direct ion was  pitch-bl ack.  Halfway t her e h e ros e f r om hi s pl a ce  at the f irea nd raised hi s l e f thand aboveh i s  he ad.
Hes parkle d. I t wasn’t anything residual fromthef i re.  Hi s  who le  body twinkled  an ds p arkled.It  was distur bing.

“ Ab o ut ti me, Mi tchell ,” he y e l le d . “I’v e be enwaiting h ere  f o r damnne ar threedays .”  “Come  on in .  I’m s ure you have que stion s ,  son. ” 


 time;_maybe I_would do something much_worse to_myself.

I’d_experienced severely_morbid_thoughts for months._Moving often transformed_me. A nightmarish combination_of a manic_and_depressed person was all I had been until the vial. It continued for months,_and_I expected_it_to_continue forever. What I didn’t_expect was a twisting feeling_in my_chest and lower abdomen. It wasn’t painful, just_an_unusual feeling. I_didn’t expect the room to blur. I blinked several_times, but it wasn’t my eyes;_the room was_blurry._Soon_the room ceased to_exist.

I had not spent long hours_considering the year I would move_to. I flippantly selected 1963. It would_give me almost ten years before_my birth moment and I_vanished from_the universe forever. The Man_was specific about_not existing_past my birth_moment. It would give me a_chance to see_some of the most tumultuous years_in_America, civil rights_marches,_hippies,_the moon_landing. My choice_of_year would_give_me a chance to stand at_Dealey_Plaza and personally see if there was_a second shooter. It_was_a shallow choice, but_it was the best I_could come up with.

My first thought_as the_world congealed_around me was that I had said something wrong. Had I_said 1863? It was night. The_stars above me were_crisp and_clear._Sagebrush surrounded me_in_all directions._Gone were the smells of the city._My senses_absorbed a clean, fresh smell. This_was how I remembered_the_world use to be. A scrub_oak blended with the evening shadows_just a few feet to_my_right._To my left was a_light in the distance, a campfire._The flames created_dancing shadows on the two trees surrounding_the_fire. Someone sat next to the_fire,_stirring the flames, sparks rising into_the_starry_sky.

I walked toward the fire._I didn’t see that I had_any choice; every other direction was pitch-black. Halfway there_he rose from_his place at the fire_and_raised_his left hand above his head.

He sparkled. It wasn’t anything_residual from_the fire. His_whole body twinkled and sparkled. It was disturbing.

“About time, Mitchell,”_he yelled. “I’ve been waiting here for_damn near three days.” “Come on in. I’m sure you have_questions, son.”

