NOTE - Long character descriptions. I promise there’s a story somewhere— also, this is just like a block of the scene, I’m considering creating this into a long short story. **so incredibly messy, this story is.** This will be edited, because the idea is so much fun, but for now, enjoy.

NO EDITING AT ALL

Characters:

Huntyr Livingston - famous singer and bassist in the band “Livings 4 the Pour”...

It all started when I went to that club. My friends had convinced me it would be fun, and, though they really hinted at this, I would meet someone up to my tastes.

They were right on both parts, unfortunately.

And now I’m tied up tightly and uncomfortably to a stiff, metal chair. Gagged, blindfolded, and scared. So utterly scared.

Then I hear a sigh. Soft fingertips brush lovingly, almost adori...

*This story is based on imagination and my standard

Timothée Chalamet, I shouldn’t talk to him, even made a eye contact or less. He obliging me to do what he says. I won’t, I will never let him take a control of me....

His name is James Bullet, but most people reversed it to Bullet James. A rising action movie star, his biggest draw was the elaborate stunts his movies required. . . And he did them all himself. He starred in such instant classics as ‘Three Bullets to Midnight’ and ‘Shotgun Blood’. Lately he had taken on a younger audience with his humor flick ‘My School Teacher, The Assassin.’ Anyone from Hollywo...

My phone keeps dinging. I ignore it for a while, because I know who is texting me: Joe Biden.

I’m not sure how I got on his radar. I guess when he came to Franklin,Pa I caught his eye.

He wants me to assure him I approve of his performance as President. I don’t want to be rude, but I feel like I’m being harassed. Would he be open to suggestions if I was honest with him? Maybe, if his cabinet agre...

Poof Doof at 3am is like nothing else. It fills me with euphoria, a sense of freedom that exists only in this space. Pink and blue strobe lights pulse above me, like I’m in the eye of a rainbow storm. I inhale the aromatic residue of alcohol that carries on the haze from the smoke machine as sweaty shirtless bodies push up against me. My eyes are closed, feeling the music. The heavy dance beats dr...

“So. This is your time machine.” I said into the bewildered silence.

Andy wrung his hands and stared at it. “I know it looks...”

“Like a cornflake box? Yeah.” I scoffed. “Is this a joke?” I asked, feeling my temper rise.

“No, no, I’ve worked hard on it! I can bring someone back from the past! Anyone!”

“... it’s a cornflake box! It’s not like it can bring back... I don’t know... SHAKESPEARE!”

...

I met him last year on the week of Nicky G.’s birthday. At first, I thought nothing of him... He came from a family who was infamous for time travelling and causing time paradoxes for laughs. The whole family was at Nicky G.’s birthday party and stayed until the start of 2020 (and then they departed, ready to travel to another different time period to cause even MORE time paradoxes)... Or at least...

I can’t escape. Actually, perhaps I can squeeze out of this shackles and slip past the bars but I dare not risk getting caught. I’m just small, wee girl. Born into poverty and always starving but that might be changing.

The reason why I am here is because I hate the evil man who has imprisoned me here and I stole from him. He is a fat, gluttonous rice ball that sweats and consumes and watches peo...

“What does he want with me?” I mutter, bitterly, as I read the newspaper.

𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫. “𝐈𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚...