Hey guys and dolls!

I said new posts on Fridays, but since there are only a few people actually reading this, I do not suppose it matters when I post it. So, I have just finished writing Chapter 2 (like just now) of "The Stretch" since one person was kind enough to say they would like to see more. It is unedited so forgive any mistakes. Here it is. Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks people!


The Stretch - Chapter 2

My experiments were a lot of work to prepare for, I had the idea of researching one person or family, every piece of information I could find, and even meeting them and watching them from an early age to the day they die. After I knew everything I possible could, I would change something, stall them at a traffic light, or bump into them in the street, I wanted to see the outcome and changes to there life by one simple difference. I knew it would be extremely hard to make it an accurate test, I had to make sure nobody else saw me, or there lives would also be changed, and that would change countless other lives. It is like a plague, it spreads from one person to another, one person does something different and every person they make contact with has a new fate, and every person they make contact with has a new fate also, changing the whole world. I needed to decide how I was going to make the change, and who the person or family would be. It had to be somebody well known, with a lot of information, pictures, videos, letters, tweets and status updates, which I discovered was something you did on Twitter and Facebook, which I had no idea about, but was a great source of information for millions of people all over the globe. There was so much to learn, and I downloaded the world wide network. I now had the knowledge from two different time lines, which would prove to be priceless, with all of the scientific and medical discoveries. Not to mention the music, which I had fun listening too, so many varieties. I had thought about trying to change the world back, and having all of this stuff to share with my family and friends, I could be and do anything I wanted. I even day dreamed about becoming the biggest and best song writer in the world by stealing all of the songs and melodies from this reality. I was finally starting to embrace what I was doing, and the amount of knowledge I had at hand made my head spin. I had a sudden feeling of euphoria, I craved more, the possibilities of what I might find and learn spurred me on with my work. After several hours, I decided to stop and rest, the euphoria had turned down a notch and I was hungry. I had my meal converter which was boring, but practical, it was simply a machine that spat out a pill, it contained all of the things that are vital to live, instead of eating a meal I ate a pill that had all of the same stuff in it. That filled me up, but it was not satisfying, and that made me want roast beef, and ice cream for afters.

“I should have brought a little freezer” I said to myself. I did however have a coffee machine, which I could not live without, I could not survive on water, and alcohol is nice enough, but not for every day use to stop myself from dying of thirst. I was just looking for some normality within the confinement of the Stretch, it was a small space to live, eat and sleep. I ate my pill and drank my coffee with my eyes closed, imagining being home with my parents. Conversations we used to have, and games we used to play. I opened my eyes and shook my head, trying to snap out of my day dreaming, I knew it was not helping. I took several deep breathes and cleared my thoughts, before knuckling down to my research. I found somebody I thought would be the perfect subject to perform my experiment which I named project butterfly for obvious reasons. This was the butterfly effect theory, which was not really a theory, it was just an obvious truth, what I was doing was trying to isolate the butterfly effect and keep it contained to one person. It did not work. I will not go into to many details, but the subject died of a heart attack three years after I changed his fate. I tried the old traffic light trick, made him miss the green light. Stupid of me. Everyone else behind him also missed the light, and the experiment failed instantly. I continued to track the subject however, it was already done, and I could still see the changes in his life. I skipped forward month by month, and researched him. Where he had been, who he had met, and so on and so on, until the day he died. He never had a heart attack originally, something caused it. I have no clue of the cause, a bacon sandwich, a glass of beer, I just do not know. I decided not to investigate the how and why of his death, I caused it by changing his life, another death on my hands. At that time I did not know why I was even doing that experiment. What would it accomplish? Was I trying to mould the world to my will for some sort of superiority complex I had? Or just destroying reality after reality because of curiosity? I do not know anymore. All I do know, is that the universe would not allow me to be the superior power. I thought I could control time. Again I say, I was stupid. I was deflated by my failings, and wanted to enjoy what I was doing. No more death. A holiday was my next mission. A break away from changing the world, and getting nowhere. I began to think about the future. My theory, was that the future did not really exist, we shape the future by our decisions. It would change every time I go forward. In constant flux with no continuity, because a split second decision can be changed. It was a theory that had no real basis and nothing to suggest I was actually right. As much as it pained me, I decided I was probably wrong. Or maybe I just hoped I was wrong. I had often dreamed of the future, with space vessels that travelled across the Galaxy and beyond, into the unknown. What an amazing thing to experience. Humans had already started journeys into space. The had reached the moon, and they had reached Mars with robots because the journey was too far for mankind to reach and survive. Being a man of science and knowledge, I knew it was totally possible to reach out and land down on another planet. They had already reached Mars and other planets with small devices. Taking pictures and landing unharmed to explore. If that can be done in my time, surely a few thousand years in the future, people will be making those journeys. It is unthinkable that it would not happen. I was alone in a world that I barely knew now. What did I have to lose? Was I going to continue to change the world hoping to discover new cures and technologies forever? No. The human race will work out what needs to be worked out as time goes bye, they would figure it all out. I made the choice to go forward, not back or stay where I was. I wanted to see the progress of the human race. Experience a life among the stars.

“Maybe I could call myself Mr Spock” I chuckled to myself as I picked a nice rounded date. The year 5,000. Star Trek was one of my favorite shows as a kid, and I was delighted to discover that it was exactly the same even after all of the changes I had made. It had survived my tampering, and I was thankful for that. I rubbed my hands together as The Stretch began to vibrate and shake. Something was wrong. It was making a noise like a whistle that was getting louder and louder like an old steam kettle. The shakes and vibrations were getting stronger and more violent. The time dial still said 5,000 as The Stretch was enveloped in black darkness. I let out a terrified cry and clung to my seat as The Stretch vanished, moving forward into the unknown depths of time.