Random Ass Writing Prompts

Strange knock short story

Okay so this is actually an old thing I wrote for school and it's not that good but I remember learning about how people used to sing songs at peoples weddings and the newlyweds were obligated to give them food.

Prompt: you hear a strange knock on the door.  What is it?

The day began in a strange way, with a knock on the door.  I walked around the party decorations left over from last night towards the door.  My cousin and his wife had their wedding reception at my house last night.  I still didn’t get why they wanted to host it at my house, my house was a small place with only the essentials.  I almost tripped over a plastic cup walking to the door.  Once I opened the door, a man wearing clothing that looked like it was stuck in the 1700s burst into song.  The strange man sang an old folk tune at the top of his lungs.  I stared in shock.  Was this person insane?  I didn’t know if I should interrupt him or not, would he go crazy if I said anything?  I decided to cut him off.

“Um, excuse me sir, but what the hell are you doing?”  I asked.  The strange man took a break from his singing to answer.

“Good day madam!  May you please give me food and drink for my troubles?  And may I ask, where’s the married couple?”  He said, in an odd british accent.  He was definitely crazy.

“What no, why are you singing?  What’s with your outfit?” I asked.  I didn’t really know what to say.  

“What do you mean madam?  I have sang.  It’s only common courtesy to deliver me food and drink.”  He replied.  I thought for a second.  He had to be crazy.  Maybe he thought he was stuck in the 1700s looking at his outfit.  But what was with the singing?

“No you’re crazy, or drunk, or both and you should go home.”  I said, motioning to close the door.  

“No, w-wait!  This is a mistake!”  He almost yelled, putting his hand in front of the door.  His British accent disappeared.  He pulled out a metal rod and touched the middle.  A blue tinted hologram appeared and he tapped it a couple times and looked up in embarrassment.  

“Ugh Shoot shoot shoot!  I went to the wrong time!  I thought that the history books might’ve got the 1700s wrong but… ugh.”  He yelled.  He walked right past me, still tapping on the  hologram.  He sat down on the couch, crushing a couple plastic cups.  His 1700s clothing transformed into clothing that looked modern but more tech.  

“I thought this was the 1700s and when I saw your house decorated with wedding stuff I figured that I could get food by singing.  You Know that was common courtesy back then.  Jesus Christ I knew I shouldn’t have taken a broken time machine.  But I suppose that’s my fault.”  He said.

“Um, excuse me?  Wait where are you from?  What are you?”  I said.  He paused and looked over.

“Oh sorry.  My name is Aaron, I’m from the year 4089.”  He said.  He had to be joking.

“You’ve got to be joking.  You can’t be real.  Why would someone from 4089 want to go to the 1700s?”

“Well I mean you saw me change clothes, and according to this page about the year 2017, you had to take off your clothes to get changed, so that should be enough proof that I come fromt the future.  Also I wanted to go to the 1700s to start a religion.  People tend to listen to their religion more than actual facts.  Where I come from, we managed to keep global warming at bay, but lately it’s been getting too much for us to handle.  I figured if I started a religion that focused on only using things when you had enough, then I’d stop global warming from happening, or at least postpone it.  Time travel is honestly really dodgy, and I might make things worse, or never be born, but it’s probably worth it.”

“Well I guess that’s a noble cause.”

“Anyway you know too much.  I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”  Aaron pushed the button at the bottom of the metal rod, and the hologram turned off.  Then he pushed the end of the rod and pointed at me.  

“I really am sorry.”  He pushed the button at the end of the rod facing him and  everything went black.