Based on true events that happened on Saturday, November 15, 2025, at 10:25 PM in Dallas, Texas
The Dallas night was a familiar blanket, the hum of the distant train fading behind me. As I walked past the dark, silent school, I fumbled with the device in my hand, my invention, the Chronos Cuff. It was a complex weave of wires and alloys tucked into a sleek housing, a time travel watch of my own design. I was just securing it in my backpack when my thumb brushed the activation panel.
A jolt ran up my arm. The device began to vibrate with a deep, resonant hum, and its surface glowed with a light that wasn't just a color, but every color, shifting and swirling like liquid opal.
I looked up, a curse dying on my lips.
The school was gone. Or rather, it was a different school, a smaller, older building of worn brick, silhouetted against a pre-dawn sky tinged with mauve. The air was different, thinner, smelling of dew and raw earth, absent the constant undertone of exhaust and asphalt.
A cold dread trickled down my spine. I checked my wrist out of habit. My simple, reliable, gold Coach watch, powered by a mundane battery, read 5:23. My cellphone, when I pulled it from my back pocket with trembling hands, confirmed the impossible. At the top of the screen, in stark digital type, it read: Wednesday, May 23, 1923, 5:23 AM. My Google GPS read: Belgium.
"WTF," I breathed into the unnerving silence of 1923.
The word had barely escaped when the world lurched. It was a nauseating flip, a blink that stretched and compressed at once. The old bricks dissolved, the clean air was replaced by the familiar city smog, and the streetlights of Dallas snapped back into existence.
I stumbled, catching my breath. It was over. It was an instant.
But a deep, cellular wrongness remained. I looked at my gold Coach watch again. 5:23. I pulled out my phone. Wednesday, May 23, 1923. 5:23 AM.
My heart hammered against my ribs. The return was instant, but the journey had taken time. My time. Six hours and twenty-three minutes had been siphoned from my life in a single blink of reality. I had been gone, somewhere in the past, for over six hours, and all I had to show for it was a phantom memory of a cold dawn and a new, permanent truth etched into every timekeeping device I owned.
With a shaking hand, I pulled the Chronos Cuff from my bag. A spiderweb of fractures now marred its glowing face. I didn't hesitate. Later that day after work, I went to my bank, not realizing it was Sunday. I waited until Monday morning, November 17, 2025, and slid the cold, broken metal into my safe deposit box. I turned the key. Some doors, once opened, are better left locked forever. -BIGGOD
The Divine Source of All Existence and the Sovereign Ruler of the Entire Planet Earth Realm
🫀...👑YIH
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