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Ok this is a lil short story that i wrote based on a dream i had a couple of weeks ago. I usually never remember my dreams, but this one stuck with me so i decided to take a break from writing my story Prisoners of War(on this same forum...read it if you haven't already!) and write this.

I just want to say a few things before i start the story, firstly i know the changes that i go through happen quite fast, and probably would take alot longer in reality...but it fits, if it makes you feel anybetter pretend its recapping 50 years instead of 10.

Secondly for those of you who just wanna skip ahead to my beautifly drawn(done by me i swear! ) picture without reading the story first you'll have no idea what its supposed to be, but i drew it to give a sense of the device that i talk about in the story is supposed to look like/operate, as it was one of the things that stuck with me.

And finally for those of you(if any at all) who are gunna ask(or yell) me to finish my other story I'm way ahead of you, setting up the next 3 or 4 chapters so i can get them written fast and onto the site.

Anyway, enjoy...and leave any comments, critisism or feedback you want...i'd appreciate it.


A Letter to the past


“Now I want you to write a letter to me as if I’m a person who just came forward in time from the year 2004.” A teacher walked around her desk as she talked to a room full of students.

It was a college classroom, with the seats set up in rows almost like a sporting event. On the middle of the large board was “Writing Assignment” in big letters. She leaned back against her desk. “I want you to tell them of the changes that happened between that time and this time, and how it helped us to become a greater nation.

I want you to only focus on one thing, think of it a chapter that would be added into a history book.” One of the student’s hand rose. “Yes.”


“But how do we write a letter and a history chapter Miss Blake?”

“It was just an example Scott. You’re going to want to explain it to me as if I were reading a history book, so you’ll have to pick a chapter you wish to write about, and then teach it to me.” She got up and walked up to the first row of seats.

“Now I know some of you have actually lived through this, Nicholas…you’re one, so I expect yours to be extra good.” She laughed. Nicholas, a man in his early thirty’s, who had come back to college to get a degree raised his hand. “Go ahead.”

“What if we just mentioned the other major events to lead up to the cause of the subject we decide to write about?”

“That’s fine, but what I mean is to try and focus on one subject…if you need to rely on another in order to get your point across then by all means.” Nicholas nodded as the buzzer rang and people started filing out. “I want this by Monday!” Miss Blake yelled out.

Nicholas smiled, that being his final class and headed out of the college down the block to a convenient store. He had run out of pot the night before, and considering he was planning on writing his paper on marijuana, decided that he would need some to get his…creative juiced flowing.

“…lboro milds bubblegum.” Someone said as he entered, he smiled to her holding the door as she passed and went up to the counter.

“Hey Nicholas, how are you doing?”

“Good, good…and you?”

“Can’t complain, what can I get ya?”

“Hmm…” I thought for a second. “I think I’ll take Newport Nuggets Northern Lights today.”

The man nodded and pulled out a small packet that looked a little thicker then a lifesavers package, but made out of plastic with a Marijuana leaf logo going around it with Newport Nuggets on it and Northern Lights under that in lower size.

Nicholas dropped down a twenty on the counter and left the store, walking to his car. He waited until he got home to open up the pack and take out a small glass container of clear liquid. He reached into his backpack and took out a long silver metal case, and opened it up to pull out a long cylinder.

He put the container in the top, and then sucked on the bottom while he pushed the top in. He put the cylinder back in the case while exhaling and put the case down, his eyes turning glassy and a smile appearing on his face.

He walked into his kitchen getting a glass of water, then back into the living room to his computer, opening up Microsoft Word and began to type.

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