The bleeping stopped and the lights went back on.the air was humid and smelled like freshly cut grass.some how it didn't seem as if they were still in New York. "Where are we" I asked. No one had a clue.
If they wanted to know,they were going to have to ask someone. who. There was no one in sight . The field with empty. Only a couple of bushes here and there nothing else. this caused us to go and explore.WAIT.WHAT WAS THAT? I thought I saw some thing. A man. An old man. He looked to be about 74.
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The Time Machine
Short StorySome lame person,my brother,ruins the life of the world. he's truly an idiot. a moron. a buffoon. because of him we are all stuck in time. will the mystery be solved?will we say stuck? find out soon.
