Fiction Funny Teens & Young Adult

The year was, well, the future. At least that's how it was perceived for a moment. I, being my fabulous 16-year-old, gorgeous self with my coke bottle lenses and my braces. Also my turtle neck shirts and my pleated slacks. 

Well, maybe I'm not gorgeous, but that's me, Jill Newberry. 

Who's that over there?

 Well, that's Scott Osborn. He's my best friend. Yes I know, he is a hottie. With his long blonde hair, his sky blue eyes, that six-pack, and those big biceps. (𝘠𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺.)

Whoa. Sorry. 

I shouldn't be off in la-la land. But it's hard not to be when you're a girl like me with a bestie like him.  

I hear you grunting Scott. I got off-topic. Yes, Scott, I hear you snorting. I'm sorry. I will get back on topic. 

Anyway, Scott and I had decided to enter the high school science challenge. It was all the talk. Everyone was entering.

How old am I?  

Oh, oh… I'm sorry. I forgot. I am 16 years old and Scott is 17. If you want to get technical, I am 47 and Scott is 48.

Yeah, that's a big jump.

 Let me explain.  

When we decided to join the contest, we really had no idea what we were going to do. We had many ideas we threw out. 


Yes, Scott, I hear you. I will tell them. 

Did I mention that Scott is a bit unable to talk at the moment? Well, that's because he wants to say something to the authorities that we are the ones that did this. We made the mistake. The biggest blunder ever in the history of the world.

Wow… I keep getting ahead of myself.

We decided to go all out. 

Did I tell you what year it should be?

Oh. I am telling you now, but you don't want to know. Anyway, it should be 1989. At least that's what it was when we started. You know, big hair, lots of fashion WTH's. 


Wow. I'm so not sure how to explain. 


Yes, I know Scott. I'm getting on with it.


I'm not rolling my eyes at you. Shut up and let me talk. Look! Over there! A vampire.

Okay, he's looking. Now back to the topic.

Ok. I chose to do a time machine. 

Yes, you heard correctly. A time machine. The thing scientists have either tried to create for centuries or what scientists have said it is impossible to build. 

Well, maybe not a time machine but a time folder. It folds one point to another so it's like one giant leap for mankind. Hehe.

Sorry, got excited.

Let me get back on track.

We decided to do this because just for entering a concept, you got paid $100. So that would be $50 for each of us.

What does a 16-year-old need $50 for?

Pfff. I have a life. Well, I did.

We went and raided my dad's shop. Then we raided his dad's shop. 

Yeah I know, it wasn't a good idea. My dad would kill me if he knew. Scott's dad would kill me too. He knows Scott would never.

 (𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.)

Yeah, as if. 


𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

(𝑀𝑒 𝒔𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺)

Scott? You can talk now?

𝗬𝗲𝘀. 𝗡𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘆, 𝗶𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 $100 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 $1000 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝙤𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁. 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝙒𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 $25,000 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻.

Shhh. Scott. Don't ruin the story.

𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹. 

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱..

Stop talking Scott. This is my story, (𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.)

Yes. He's right, everyone was very excited.

They went through everyone else's invention first. They wanted ours for last. They thought it was the best. And in reality, it was and wasn't all at once. 

𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹! 

𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗛𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼.

𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲. 

(𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 .)

Luckily... Luckily for us. Some... Someone made a last... Last moment entry. Theirs was an inter... inter-dimensional door… doorway. 

So sorry, I'm struggling with Scott.

So the buttons on both machines were pushed at the same time. So I'm laying the blame on them.

𝗢𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝘂𝗵 𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹?

(𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.)

Yes. Yes, it was. 

I went into that store behind us and got a paper. Here, Scott, you read the date.

𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 31, 2020, 𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹.

Yes Scott it is.

Our whole town seemed to be transported in time. I am not sure why it transported the entire town though. (𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵.)

𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀. 

𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝘂𝘀?

𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹! 𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀!

Get over it, Scott. There hasn't been a zombie apocalypse. Wait, WTH? Donald TRUMP is president! 

𝗜'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗝𝗶𝗹𝗹.

Okay, Scott. 

𝗪𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝘀!

He's just having a meltdown. We aren't telling anyone. No matter what he wants. I will lie through my teeth.

What? I'm not getting in trouble.

(𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴)

Okay. Give him a minute. He will be ok. He's is a big softy and has more feelings than anyone should that's built like he is. 



𝗢𝗸, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆.

To make a long story short. I, Jill Newberry, have made history alongside Scott Osborn and no one will even know. And by the way. We are going to have to figure out how to build another machine because that one didn't come with us.

The biggest mistake in human history, and no one will ever know.

December 03, 2020 00:48

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Ok, this was hilarious and beautifully written. I loved the conversation and the little actions here and there that brought it all together! I was a bit confused at first, but once I understood the dialogue I enjoyed it tremendously! Great job!


This was a challenge for me. I wasn't sure if I was conveying the conversation with us and the two together in a good way. It was the craziest funny short story I have ever written, the style I mean. It was definitely out of my norm. Thank you so much.


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