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Be sure to read the previous chapters first…
Chapter One: When The Universe Won’t Let You Die
Chapter Two
OK, Samuel J. Masterson, lets see what sort of mess you’ve gotten yourself into this time.
He only ever referred to himself using his full name when he was ticked off with himself. Something he’d picked up from his mother. At all other times he was just plain Sam, even if plain was one of the last adjectives you would ever use to describe him. To look at, Sam was no prize. His appearance wasn’t repulsive by any means, but he was the type you’d feel comfortable leaving your wife alone with. A mistake that quite a few men had made over the years.
No, it wasn’t Sam’s appearance that set him apart from the plains of the world. It wasn’t until you had spent a little time with him, all of maybe three minutes, that you realised you were not in the company of plainness. He had an uncanny way of making you feel very comfortable around him. You’d swear that you had known him for years, even though you only just met him. Sam could read a person like an open book. An ability that he used to outrageous advantage, as many a poker player could attest to.
Of course, winning every hand in every poker game you play can often lead to getting the crap beaten out of you if you’re not careful. Sam was careful. Well, mostly. Occasionally when the good folks he’d just cheated out of all their money decided that losing graciously just wasn’t in them, they’d want their pound of flesh. At this point, Sam would try to lie his way out of it, and if that didn’t work he’d simply enforce his will upon them. It wasn’t an easy thing for him to do, and it hurt like hell, but he could manipulate another person’s thoughts if he needed to.
Luckily, reading another’s thoughts didn’t cause him any pain, so as he got up he did so with his mind wide open, “listening” for anyone who might be nearby. He could vaguely sense some people about, but none seemed to be close by. Sam relaxed a little and took in his surroundings.
He saw that he was inside a long narrow building that was maybe four to five metres wide and perhaps three to four times that in length. The floor was made of earth, well, strictly speaking, there was no floor. There had been no effort put into leveling the ground to make a floor. It was like somebody had just fenced off a rectangular piece of land and slapped a roof on top.
The roof. It was a thatched roof.
A thatched roof? For the love of God, where the hell am I?
He whispered to himself. He looked around and could see daylight through the cracks in all four walls. That told him it was a single room structure. Even if “structure” might have been a bit of an exaggeration. There was a mustiness to the air in there which suggested that it had gone unused and unoccupied for quite some time. Unoccupied? He couldn’t imagine anyone ever wanting to live in this building.
There were remnants of hay on the ground, and some old wooden crates and boards stacked up along what he was calling the back wall of the place. To one side of the crates were a couple of ancient looking farming implements. At least he thought that that was what they were. He’d never been much into agricultural history. The odd thing about everything that he saw was that it was all hand made. There also was no sign of anything engineered or machined.
Sam’s gut was telling him to be extra careful and to keep a very low profile for the time being. He decided that until he could figure out what was what he would stay hidden. If he wanted to find out more about his situation he needed to venture outside. But he wasn’t going anywhere until he had the cover of darkness, he couldn’t risk being spotted by anyone just yet.
This wasn’t the first occasion where Sam had been catapulted into another time and place via a trans-dimensional portal. He’d done this dance before, and knew first hand how dangerous it can be popping up out of nowhere when you have no idea of what the locals are used to. Sometimes they chase you with laser cannons and phasers, other times with pitch forks and torches, but they nearly always chase you. And always with the same goal in mind… to kill you.
Yes it was true, half an hour earlier Sam had just jumped out of a jumbo jet flying high above the Atlantic Ocean with the intent of killing himself. But that was different. That was his idea, and not some mob that was drunk on fear of the unknown. He had no intention of dying at the hands of somebody else. Actually, for the time being at least, he had no intention of dying at anyone’s hand, not even his own.
He was beginning to wish he had some of his equipment with him. Some of that 42nd century tech would have proven quite useful right about now. He’d know with pin-point accuracy exactly where and when he was, for a start. The only “tech” he had with him was his watch, and his cell phone.
Think Sam, think. What can your watch tell you? The time in a timezone that you most likely are not in, and just to keep you guessing, we ain’t gonna tell ya which timezone you are in. So nyah!
Talking to himself and with himself, although strange to an onlooker, was the way Sam kept from going completely insane.
Your phone? Hmm, well if there’s a signal that tells me I’m somewhere between the latter part of the twentieth century and mid twenty-first. If there’s no signal I could be further back than the twentieth century, or I could just be in a bad spot. Ah, to hell with it! That tells me nothing either!
He was just about to put his phone back in his pocket when he remembered that his phone had a GPS receiver that was a lot more sensitive than the phone’s GSM receiver. Even when he couldn’t get a phone signal he could still get a good lock with the GPS.
C’mon Mr GPS, tell me where I am.
Nothing.
Whaddya mean: can’t locate any positioning satellites? We’ll bloody see about that.
He took the back off of the phone and slid the sim-card out. On the reverse side of the sim-card was another bit of circuitry, something that he had designed himself. It shut down, or more precisely, overrode the security protocols built into the GPS receiver that prevented the phone from talking to the military’s spy network of satellites. Those satellites all had GPS capabilities and if they were up there Sam would now be able to find them.
Nothing.
Terrific!
OK, Mr Smarty-Pants, what have we learned? Well, lessee, we know what time it is in New York City at some unknown point in space and time, which is about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike. We know that there is no GSM phone signal in this area to be had. We know that there are no man-made satellites in orbit. Gee, Sam, you’ve excelled yourself. Fourteen and a half thousand years of dealing with this exact sort of problem and all you can say is that you are somewhere before 1950!
He went and sat down behind some crates. With his back up against the wall and the crates, which were about a metre high, in front of him he felt reasonably comfortable that he’d see anyone coming before they saw him. There he sat waiting for the sun to go down so he could venture outside and take a good look around.
Sitting on the bare earth isn’t comfortable at the best of times so it wasn’t long before he was shifting his butt around trying to find a softer spot.
OUCH! What the hell was that?
Something had dug into his left butt cheek and it hurt like hell. He moved to one side and began brushing away that part of the “floor” with his hand, thinking it must have just been a sharp rock or something. He found it, and it was certainly sharp. But it wasn’t a rock. It was something that felt like metal.
He continued to dig around it with his fingers and soon discovered that it was a sword. An ancient medieval broadsword. Except that it wasn’t ancient. Apart from it being dirty from having laid on the ground for a while, it looked as though it was made yesterday. The blade was sharp and not dull at all. And it was solid. This wasn’t some cheap knock off you’d find in a tourist shop. This was the real deal.
Trying to come to grips with what his discovery meant he began looking more closely at his immediate surroundings. He noticed a symmetrical shape in the ground protruding out from underneath one of the crates. Moving the crate away and scraping at the ground he found it to be rectangular, like the top of a box or chest. He continued to scrape away the earth and it wasn’t long before he could feel wood. And this thing was big too. Almost the size of a man.
Oh god, don’t tell me I’m digging up a shallow grave. A grave inside a barn? Who buries someone inside a barn?
Sam was feeling rather anxious and just a little bit nervous right now, but his curiosity was outweighing his common sense at this point so he kept at it. A few minutes later he could see that it wasn’t a coffin (relief). It was a huge chest of some sort. He was about to open it when he heard something outside.
Horses. And they were getting closer. Horses meant people, and Sam wasn’t at his best right now and really didn’t want to entertain guests. He had to hide. He made his way to the back of the building where it was darkest. As luck would have it there was a small rise in the ground and then a dip right before the back wall. It made a natural tiny blind, just big enough for a man to lie in and remain unseen. Sam hoped that the black of his jump suit would help keep him hidden in the shadow.
He slid into place just as the door to the barn was opening. He held completely still, not daring to even breathe in case it tipped off the newcomers of his presence. He tried to hear what they were saying, but they were too far away and were talking in low voices. He was pretty sure they were speaking English though. That in itself was a relief. He carefully reached out with his mind. Why he was being careful he couldn’t say, reading another’s mind had never made the other person aware of it before so there wasn’t any risk of discovery. But right now he was scared and he wasn’t about to take any chances.
There were four of them, all male. One was obviously the leader, he was in a constant state of planning and delegating. He was also very confident. Another, who seemed to be quite a bit younger than the leader was full of hope, but at the same time there was a lot of anger. A third man was hungry and was hoping they’d find a fat pig they could kill and roast. The last man had his mind in the bedroom. Sam couldn’t help but smile, it seems that no matter where you go, or what time period you are in, there are always guys who think with their dicks.
There was a common thread running through all their minds. They were all a part of a group, and they believed wholeheartedly that their cause was just and true. Sam had never encountered such honour and justness before as he did within these men. It was like he was watching an old movie about King Arthur and the Knights of the round table.
The four were in the center of the room, huddled in a small circle and talking quietly. Sam still couldn’t make out what they were saying. There was dirt and dust going up his nose and he couldn’t stop himself. Right then he let out a very loud
SNEEZE!
Who’s THERE!
Demanded the leader, as he jumped around toward the sound and drew his sword.
Show thyself and make haste about it, lest I believe you to be the King’s spy and run you through with my blade.
Sam knew he was in trouble and that there was no point in pretending that the sneeze could be mistaken for something other than a man in hiding. He slowly, and very carefully, rose to his feet. He was still in shadow and the men couldn’t quite make out any of his features.
Step closer. Slowly!
Barked the leader. Sam began to move toward the men, his arms stretched out at a 45° angle from his body and his palms facing outward. He wanted to show that he wasn’t concealing any weapons or anything that might have been construed as a threat. When he came out of the shadow, three of the men took a half step backward and the look on their faces was one of terror.
Only the leader stood his ground, but even on his face were signs of fear. The other three men all had their hands on their swords and were about to draw them. Sam knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of this one, he didn’t even know if these people would understand anything he might have said. It was obvious that he had travelled many centuries into the past, the language, although English, was vastly different to what he was familiar with. He couldn’t risk insulting them or scaring them any more than he already had.
Instead of speaking, he projected two thoughts: safe and friend.
The pain was almost unbearable, and before he lost consciousness he could feel the blood running from his nose.
When he came to he felt oddly comfortable. He seemed to be in a make-shift bed of sorts. There was a blanket over him and dried grass beneath him. He was inside a tent. Outside he could hear people, maybe a dozen or more, all talking. He noticed that his clothes were missing. He wasn’t naked, but what he wore now wasn’t what he had on this morning. This clothing smelled bad, was heavy and itchy.
Still groggy, he got up and poked his head outside the tent. It was dark, but there was plenty of light coming from a roaring fire that had half a dozen or so people sitting around it. From what he could tell, he was in the clearing of some wooded area, a forest perhaps. Just then the leader from the four that had found him in the barn spotted him.
Come friend! Come sit with us and eat.
That’s when the glorious smell of roasting pork hit his nose and he remembered that his last meal was two days ago. Yeah, two days and about a thousand bloody years, he thought to himself.
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Hi Steve
Kept me guessing till the end and then some
I am not usually into time travel stories but somehow this one was different. I followed it all the way to…….the next chapter hopefully 
Patrricia Perth Australia
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Hi Patricia!
I’m happy that you enjoyed it, and I’m even happier that you weren’t able to predict what was going to happen.
Somehow I think Sam is going to keep on surprising you for a while yet.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Patricia. It’s always a pleasure.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Not bad at all Steve. So far we have a time traveller who can read minds. What else have you in store for us, and why were those others scared when they saw him? Reckon I’ll have to wait until the next episode.
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Why were those guys scared of him? Well lets look at what we’ve got…
In chapter one he’s on a jumbo jet with some pretty high tech gear. Gear that, to the best of my knowledge, hasn’t been invented yet, but is probably not too far away. He had “some people” make if for him (the bag he was in with the anti-scanning tech). From that we can assume that he is in our near future (circa 2015, possibly even present day).
Before he jumps we learn that it is important to him that he reach terminal velocity, and in chapter two we find out that he is wearing a black sky-diving suit. Because the speed was important, you can bet your bottom dollar that the suit was very sleek and aerodynamic, and probably made of some fancy nylon stuff (BTW, I apologise for not making that part a lot clearer). And no he didn’t have a change of clothes with him (this was supposed to be a one way trip).
Everything he sees is hand-crafted with no signs of machining or engineering. This suggests a pre-industrialised time period (loosely I admit, but the suggestion is there). Later on he finds a medieval sword that looks like it could have been made yesterday. And the biggest clue as to when he is, the image I used of the knight. Sam is in medieval England.
Remember what Sam is wearing and then put yourself in the shoes of these guys. To them, he looks like a black devil-man.
In hindsight, I know I could have done a lot better at explaining and describing what was going on. If I had the chapter would have been double the length it is. Which wouldn’t have been a bad thing, and, to be honest with you, the only reason I didn’t was because I was getting angry at myself for not having it finished sooner (I wanted to publish on Sunday).
I’ll do my best to make chapter three even better. I’ll give you fair warning though… I really enjoy making you try to guess what is going to happen next so even though chapter three will have a lot of answers, it will bring more questions too.
Thanks for stopping by, mate, it’s always a great pleasure!
Kind regards,
Steve
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Shit mate, you could have explained all that in the next chapter, I was willing to wait you know.
Thanks, it all makes sense now.
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I still might.
I didn’t tell you anything in the comment that wasn’t already in the first two chapters though.
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Perhaps it was there, but you have to admit a lot of it was implied?
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I thought the implications were all pretty clear, with obvious room for some misinterpretation, but that’s half the fun, don’t you think?
Serious question: Do you think I need to make things more clear and spell things out better in the following chapters?
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No, I don’t think you want to go that route. It’s good to keep the reader guessing sometimes. That way every reader gets something different out of it. Also it allows you to expand on things in later chapters.
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Ah cool! ‘xactly what I was thinking, mate. Knew you’d see it my way sooner or later. LOL
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Great job, can’t wait for the next chapter!
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Thanks, mate! Hopefully the next chapter will be just as good, if not better.
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Is this a book your writing? It seems very solid
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Hi Edwin!
It certainly seems to be turning into book proportions, I’m 2 chapters in and have plans for several more to come. I don’t know if this particular story will ever see life as a physical book you can buy from Amazon (or from me personally), but this won’t be the only work of fiction I’ll write either, and who knows what might happen there.
Thanks for commenting, mate. It’s always a pleasure to see you here.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Great continuance, Steve! I think your style is fine. You asked if you need to be more clear. Nah…. you don’t want to micromanage these things. Let it flow, bro!
Cheers,
Mitch
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Thanks, Mitch! And, yeah, I think you have a good idea there. The last thing I want to do is get so bogged down in details that the story loses its punch. Besides, I really enjoy making my reader wonder what is going to happen next, and right when they think they’ve got if figured out… BAM! A new twist.
Consider the flow, flowing, mate.
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I like time travel stories. Actually one of my favorite types of sci fi. I liked the story, but let me nit pick. He landed in Medieval England I assume. Right now I am trying to figure out if it is a realistic version or an alternate universe version.
An modern english speaker dropped into medieval england would not be able to really understand a word. I think it could be picked up pretty fast (a couple days/weeks) but at first it would sound like gibberish. The language has evolved a lot, middle and old english are rough. (try to read Chaucer, Canterbury Tales without some guidance) throw “local” colloqiualisms in and it would be pretty rough.
Now Like I said, alternate universe or something explains it all. Guess I will have to wait to find out. BTW here is a checklist of some of the very best, “time travel” stories
Crosstime engineer leo frankowski
replay ken grimwood ++one of my favorite books…period!!!
Man who folded himself david Gerrold
Axis of time – John Birmingham
damn, I know a lot more…can’t think of them now
anyway certainly liked it, just being nit picky, and it could all be explained
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You make a very valid point about the language barrier, Steve. I have a copy of Shakespeare’s complete works written in the original 16th century “Shakespearian English” and that is one tough read, so English from a few centuries before that would no doubt be even harder. Don’t forget also that during that time every man and his dog was invading England and were all trying to force their own mother tongue onto the “natives”.
You’re also right about having to wait for the next chapter to see how it’s explained <evil grin>
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Damn! Forgot to mention about your book list…
Wanna know something crazy, Steve? I don’t know any of those books or authors. How bad am I?
I’ll add them to my “I should read that” list.
Can’t believe you don’t have the classic time travelling story on your list: “The Time Machine” by H.G. Wells
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I actually thought about that one. It is a classic. but besides the Murlocs/ Elloi I found it a little boring. Certainly it is a “must read” but I found it dated. I think that is my proletarian need for violence and action in my fiction. LOL
It has also been like 20 years since I have tried it. I have matured a lot since then, mayhap I should give it another go.
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Yeah well, not surprising you found it dated… it was first published in 1895.
It’s been a long time since I’ve read it too, ’bout 30 years for me I think, maybe a little more. I don’t remember much about the story now, but I know I enjoyed it at the time.
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Very nice article, good job on writing it. I’m waiting for your next chapter! Good luck and keep up the good work !
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Hi Latief!
Welcome to one of my little patches of Internet, Latief. It’s great to have you here.
I’m really glad you enjoyed it, Latief. But please tell me you read chapter one as well (and read it before you read chapter 2).
Thanks so much for taking the time to stop and leave a comment. I really appreciate that. Hope I’ll see you back here again soon.
Kind regards,
Steve
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You’re welcome, you will see me as soon as chapter 2 is done, can’t wait!
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Great! Should be in a couple of days, all going well. I’m sure you meant to say “chapter 3″.
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You’re really on to something here Steve. Love your style man and it’s great that you’re posting this one chapter at a time for your readership– heckuva idea my friend.
Continued writing success!
Marcus
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Hey Marcus!
Thanks, mate! I’m really happy that you are enjoying it.
As for posting it one chapter at a time, there’s a couple of reasons for that. First it would have been way too long to go into a single post. I doubt if many people would have the patience to read a 50k word post (don’t know if that is how long this story is, might be less, might be more). And secondly, I haven’t finished writing the whole story yet.
Thanks so much for your awesome comment and compliments, Marcus. Means the world to me.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Hehehe, you didn’t disappoint me ! GREAT story, KEEP WRITING !!! I’m waiting for the 3rd Chapter!
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Yay! I’m so glad.
Chapter three is on its way, but I’ve had some delays and distractions from my offline life so there might be a bit more of a wait yet, I’m sorry. But it is coming.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Wow – great stuff. I’m looking forward to the next chapter. I’ve always loved time travel type of stories.
I’ll be waiting for more!
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Ah, terrific! You liked chapter two as well. Thank you so much!
Chapter three is coming, but I’ve had some offline interruptions and distractions this week so it might be a day or two yet.
Thanks very much for calling in again.
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs
I’m also looking forward for the next chapter. You have great style Steve, keep it up and maybe get published?
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Hi Ali!
Welcome to my little patch of the blogosphere. It’s great to have you here!
I’m really glad you have enjoyed the story so far. Your comments are very much appreciated. Hope I’ll see you back here again soon.
Kind regards,
Steve.
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Thanks for the warm welcome. From what I see, you really have a nice impressive community going on here. Good bunch of people, I’ll join.
Hey Ali!
There are definitely awesome folks here, and I’m certain that the awesome-o-meter will just continue to go up now that you’re here too.
Thanks so much, mate!
Kind regards,
Steve
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Wow, what a story. Reading it feels like watching the movie unfolding the events right to my face. I wish I could write like you. I will be waiting for the next chapter.
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Hi Anne!
Thanks so much for stopping by, I’m really happy that you are enjoying the story.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Do you have plans to release this for sale? You can do that over Amazon pretty easy if you have a publisher or through ClickBank if you don’t.
Hi Zac!
Welcome to one of my little bits of this Internet thing. It’s great to have you here!
For future stories, most definitely yes, but this one will always remain free. That’s my immediate plan anyway.
Thanks so much for taking the time to swing by and leave a comment, Zac. I really appreciate that and hope I’ll see you back here again soon.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Hey Steve,
Finally made it over here to read your 2nd chapter. I love not knowing what’s going to happen. That’s what keeps me interested in any book that I read. Okay, I love mysteries and trying to figure it out on my own. I did enjoy that Sam is time traveling. Kind of figured that might be the next direction but wasn’t sure until I read it.
Will definitely look forward to your next chapters. Keep up the great job.
Adrienne
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Hi Adrienne!
I’m so happy that you have enjoyed the story so far! Thank you so much for your kind words.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Hi Steve,
This is absolutly great, you’re a born talent for writing. You really know how to make a successful story, I like time-travelling stories too, they’re full of adventures. Keep up the good work!
P.S.: CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 3 !
Best regards,
Maria
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Hi Maria!
I’m so happy that you enjoyed chapter two. And your praise and compliments are wonderful, they make me feel 10 feet tall. Thank you very much, Maria.
Chapter three is coming, I promise, and it is coming more sooner than later, in fact, before February.
Ah, hell! I’ve done it now, I’ve gone and given myself a deadline. Gah! I hate deadlines. 
Thanks for stopping by, Maria, it is always a terrific pleasure for me to see you here.
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs
Now this is an interesting blog and set out in a different style too
Took me a while but then i am of the silver surfer style
cheers
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Hi John!
Welcome to my little patch of the blogosphere. It’s great to have you here!
And even though I don’t really understand what you mean in your comment, John, I do appreciate you making it and I thank you for that. Hope I’ll see you back here again soon.
Kind regards,
Steve
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well your blog is set out differently than some of the many i have seen – nice
and silver surfer – us older boys with grey hair take time to learn how to navigate a blog
but all good buddy
will be back
I’m glad you like it, John. But the important thing, mate, and what I’m itching to find out… what did you think of the story you read here? And did you read chapter one first?
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It is THE BEST story about time travelling or time machines, I ever read or watched a movie on this topic. This part of the story is more interesting than your previous chapter, When The Universe Won’t Let You Die?
Well Done Steve, Well Done.
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Hi Nazimwarriach!
Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere. It’s great to have you here!
Thank you so much for you kind words. I think you may be exaggerating just a bit, but thank you nonetheless.
Hope I’ll see you back here again soon, mate. Thanks for taking the time to swing by.
Kind regards,
Steve
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Hey Steve,
I didn’t want to Exaggerate, your story was actually too good and I enjoyed your writing style. Thats why I came on your blog almost daily just to read another story of this type.
Waiting for your next post.
Regards
Nazimwarriach
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Steve,
Your writing triggers memories of one of my favorite authors – Philip Pullman. Hope you achieve a similar success. Keep writing!
Riley
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Hey Riley!
Thanks, mate. Glad you are enjoying it!
Kind regards,
Steve
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It’s been a while since you’ve never written anything, what happened?
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Ran outta coffee and smokes.
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No smokes for me and you should qiut them too. Coffe?!, Yeah!
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Haha! Give up smoking! Gotta be the funniest thing I’ve heard all day.
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I read both chapters and I was surprised because two years ago I wrote a similar story but mine was smaller.
Well done for your excelent storyes and that must continue.
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Hi Daniel!
Welcome to my little corner of the blogosphere. It’s great to have you here!
Oh wow, what a coincidence. I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it that I’ve not read your version (I would be interested in reading it now that you’ve mentioned it, but perhaps not until after I’ve finished mine).
I’m glad you enjoyed the story so far, Daniel, and yes, there will be more to come.
Thank you very much for taking the time to visit and comment, mate. I really appreciate that and hope I’ll see you back here again soon.
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs
You have greats stories. I know people who published books after they wrote sames stories on blog. You must think about it because you have skills for that or, like in music, you have a great flow.
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Hey Steve,
That is incredibly well written…
I’m a bit of a time travel fan myself.
How cool would it be to have time travel tourism.
Imagine being able to vist Rome just after the Coliseum was built.
Maybe one day.
Excellent story…
Hi Craig!
Welcome to one of my little bits of this Internet whosamajiggy. It’s great to have you here, mate.
I’m really happy that you enjoyed the story. Though I’m not sure we’ll ever get that time-travelling tourism thing going. I read somewhere recently that some scientist somewhere has proven that time travel is absolutely impossible. Hopefully I’ll live long enough to prove him wrong. lol
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Craig. Really appreciate that!
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs
Hey Steve,
I am impressed with the story but the most impressive is your each and every reponse on each comment being made on this post.
Normally, bloggers never reply comments. Well done. Time to whip some more interesting stories yeah?
cheers..
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Hi Alice,
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I really appreciate that.
As for replying to comments that people leave on my site… well, that’s just good manners. Nothing really to be impressed about. I mean, if somebody said “hello” to you in real life, would you ignore them? No, of course not. Likewise I don’t ignore people who come to my sites and say “hello”.
Hey, next time, could you please use your real name. Oh, and it might pay you to put something on your (currently empty) about page on your site.
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs
awesome story,You really know how to make a successful story, I like time-travelling stories too, they’re full of adventures. Keep up the good work!
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Hi Cheryl
Welcome to one of my little bits of the blogosphere. Great to have you here.
Glad you enjoyed this story, Cheryl, and thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. I really appreciate that.
Kind regards,
Steve
Twitter: SteveYoungs