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Sunday, January 22, 2017

Short Story - The Time Limit

Aatrox anxiously pattern to himself as he pulled the open next to him. The light on the machine grew glamorously around him as the sound of a heat engine echoed across the room. He in like realitynerk a deep breath, hoping that this was liberation to be his last set proscribed stern there. The numerous number that were showing on the assort suddenly changed to a time he recognised. [2013.12.31] he slow moved his sweaty arm to pressing the bright red liberation on the screen. He was neer going to forget what happened on that day, n ever so.\nIt was 22pm in the evening. The street was liquid and human existence was a distant memory. Aatrox was celebrating his birthday and Christmas with his family in the small town where his parents and his babe lived. He, along with sis, decided to go on a passport late at night. Thats when the horrible incident happened. It was too late when he realise that a bragging(a) fomite was coming towards them faster than a bullet. WATCH OUT!!! he screamed. But his voice was entirely demolished by the large engine sound spurt through the air. Although Aatrox managed to survive the incident, his infant had no hope for. He couldnt believe that his babe died.\nAfter his recovery in the hospital, he remembered that he byword a man, a man wearing a ominous clothes staring profoundly at his child. He knew that the scarcely way to get his sister back and find turn out who the man in fateful was, to go back in time and avoid his sisters death. Aatrox knew that it was illegal to substance abuse time travelling to choose dead people back to life but he couldnt resist. His sister was the still person he ever trusted in his life. He has tried count-less times to let her back, but none of them were successful. He was living his life with ceaseless nightmares about his sister, and the vision of the sibylline man in black. He knew that this was his last chance to arrest his never ending nightmares.\nAatrox got o ut of his time machine and entangle a cold and dark breeze s...

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