I groggily opened my eye’s, not ready to start another day of virtual school. Oh wait! It’s Saturday, I don’t have class. I took a sigh of relief and attempted to fall back asleep. As I was closing my eyes I heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. Being surprised I quickly sat up and looked around, finally spotting the source of the noise. At the foot of my bed sat a man, he was almost translucent, like a ghost? Is this a Christmas Carol? Am I going to be lead to my future self? A million thoughts ran through my head. “Hello?” The man’s head would turn and look at me, I had no idea who this man was, nor why he was in my room at 7 in the morning. “Do you know who I am?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly. “No. Why are you in my room at 7 in the morning?” I asked, a hint of anger in my tone. “I don’t know actually. I was hoping you knew. Are you sure you don’t know who I am?” He scratched his head, looking at me. “Yes, I’m positive I don’t know who you are or why your in my room.” I replied, sitting up. “Does the name Charles Dicken’s sound familiar, young one?” I let the name roam through my mind for a few seconds before repling “Not really, no. Should it?” I asked, tiredness laced in my voice. This response gained a sigh from the man. “What is this contraption?” I turned my head to notice he had my phone in his hand. “Give me that! It’s a phone, y’know to make calls with? Text people?” I saw a look of visual confusion spread across his face. “Do you even know what the internet is?” I asked, walking over to my laptop. “No? What is the ‘internet?‘” he responded. “It’s basically this infinite source of information, kind of like books, but electronic. I can show you if you want?” I turned my laptop on, pulling up google chrome, the prose immediately popping up. “Hold on.” I opened google in a new tab and handed my laptop to this strange man. “Type anything into the search bar, watch what happens.” I said, showing him how to use the keyboard. He slowly typed ‘Charles Dickens’ into the search bar. “Now hit enter.” I said, showing him the enter key. He would hit it and I saw his face light up. “Witchcraft! Tis the work of the Devil!” He went to throw my laptop, I quickly grabbed it. “No! It’s just how thing’s are now!” I said, setting my laptop down. All of the sudden the name hit me, he’s the author of a Christmas Carol! “Wait, you wrote one of my favorite books! A Christmas Carol!” I shouted, grabbing my copy. “That is right, yes.” He responded. I told him how much I loved his work and how great it was. I then noticed he was fading, pretty quickly. “Oh, you have to go now. It was amazing meeting you!”

I groggily opened my eye’s, not ready to start another day of virtual school. Oh wait! It's Saturday, I don't have class. I took a sigh of relief and attempted to fall back asleep. As I was closing my eyes I heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat. Being surprised I quickly sat up and looked around, finally spotting the source of the noise. At the foot of my bed sat a man, he was almost translucent, like a ghost? Is this a Christmas Carol? Am I going to be lead to my future self? A million thoughts ran through my head. "Hello?" The man's head would turn and look at me, I had no idea who this man was, nor why he was in my room at 7 in the morning. "Do you know who I am?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly. "No. Why are you in my room at 7 in the morning?" I asked, a hint of anger in my tone. "I don't know actually. I was hoping you knew. Are you sure you don't know who I am?" He scratched his head, looking at me. "Yes, I'm positive I don't know who you are or why your in my room." I replied, sitting up. "Does the name Charles Dicken's sound familiar, young one?" I let the name roam through my mind for a few seconds before repling "Not really, no. Should it?" I asked, tiredness laced in my voice. This response gained a sigh from the man. "What is this contraption?" I turned my head to notice he had my phone in his hand. "Give me that! It's a phone, y'know to make calls with? Text people?" I saw a look of visual confusion spread across his face. "Do you even know what the internet is?" I asked, walking over to my laptop. "No? What is the 'internet?'" he responded. "It's basically this infinite source of information, kind of like books, but electronic. I can show you if you want?" I turned my laptop on, pulling up google chrome, the prose immediately popping up. "Hold on." I opened google in a new tab and handed my laptop to this strange man. "Type anything into the search bar, watch what happens." I said, showing him how to use the keyboard. He slowly typed 'Charles Dickens' into the search bar. "Now hit enter." I said, showing him the enter key. He would hit it and I saw his face light up. "Witchcraft! Tis the work of the Devil!" He went to throw my laptop, I quickly grabbed it. "No! It's just how thing's are now!" I said, setting my laptop down. All of the sudden the name hit me, he's the author of a Christmas Carol! "Wait, you wrote one of my favorite books! A Christmas Carol!" I shouted, grabbing my copy. "That is right, yes." He responded. I told him how much I loved his work and how great it was. I then noticed he was fading, pretty quickly. "Oh, you have to go now. It was amazing meeting you!"

The end

As I stepped onto the platform, I watched the world spin and warp around me. The Year is 2349, time travel and inter dimensional travel are now possible. My name is Weston Spirit, and this is my experience with inter dimensional travel. It started as a regular day, I woke up, greeted my beautiful wife, and went to get the kids up for school. As I made breakfast I was watching the news. A particular ad caught my eye, it was a chance to win a vacation to another dimension. Of course, I entered. What I didn’t expect was the fact I would win.

A few weeks later I said my goodbye’s to my family, god I love them but they can get on my nerves sometimes. Living with a five, eight, ten, and newborn twins is a lot of work. I kissed my wife goodbye and got in the taxi that was sent to fetch me. As I watched our neighbors houses go by a million thoughts ran through my head, what if I get trapped? Will I ever be able to see my family again? What if I die? But I shoved those thoughts deep down. We pulled up to the huge building, and I was greeted by the woman who held the contest, Francine Rose. “Welcome Weston. Please follow me.” She said in a heavenly voice. I have a wife, why am I so attracted to this woman? I follow her inside. “This is where we part ways, please enter that door and a portal operator will take it from there.” She said, ushering to a door. Of course I thanked her and entered the room. “Welcome, please stand on the platform and your travel will begin shortly.” I heard a disembodied voice say. Strange, I thought but none the less I did what it asked. As I stepped onto the platform I watched the world spin and warp around me.

I closed my eyes until I felt the spinning stop, I opened my eyes and saw I was now on an island, gorgeous women greeted me. “Welcome dimensional traveler! We’ve been expecting you! Please follow us.” One of these women offered her hand and I reluctantly took her hand. I looked around as we walked, taking in the scenery. “Ah, my warriors, you’ve returned!” I heard an all too familiar voice say. I looked into the building the lead me too and found the source of the voice immediately. “Boss?” I ask, perplexed. How did my boss end up here? “I am afraid you have me confused with someone else. I am chief Quiet-water, leader of the Xandao tribe.” He would reply. “No! Your name is Henry prince, you’re the boss of prince enterprises, where I work.” I replied, beyond confused. “Sure. And your my wife.” The rest of the tribe chuckled at his joke.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned around, a was greeted with the face of my previous wife, Dorthy. “Dorthy? You’re here too!?” I said, looking at her. “Who is Dorothy? My name is Adina. I just thought you were cute and wanted to say hi” She replied, batting her eyelashes at me. “I’m flattered, but I’m married.” I went to show her my ring when I noticed it was gone. “Where’s my ring?” I asked. “What’s a ring? Here we marry by the male or female giving their partner a roasted turkey.” She replied. “A roasted turkey? Why?” I asked, confused. “Turkey is rare in these lands. You have to go up onto the volcano to get one. Without falling into the volcano.” She replied, looking off. “Okay then…” I replied. I look around and see a woman come out with two newborn twins, she sat next to my boss. Following her were 3 kids that were identical to my children at home. It’s my wife! I realized. “Courtney! Baby!” I yelled, running to her. “Uh.. my name is Veronica. And I’m married to Quiet-water.” She replied.

“What are you doing to my wife?” Chief quiet-water asked, glaring at me. “If you want her you have to fight me to the death for her.” The chief stood, showing how muscular he was. “Alright. Where? When? How?” I asked. “Here, now, with our tribes weapons.” He replied. “Give me a random weapon. I can beat you easily.” I was handed a strange looking weapon, it looked like a mix between a club, gun, and knife. “Let the battle commence!” He yelled, charging at me. I tried my best to defend myself but the weapon easily split me in two. Everything went black, the last thing I heard was cheering.

The room went dead silent, all the crowd could do was stare on in horror at what stood before them. One of three Kirim sisters stood at the end of the runway, laying at her feet was the shattered remains of the mask that once hid her true nature, her true face. A shrill scream pierced the silence. The Kirim sister's secret was out, and it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Hurry up Quinn! We’re going to be late for rehearsal!” Scarlet yelled to her sister, who was still getting ready. “I’ll be down in a second! I have to grab my mask!” Quinn replied, grabbing the doll-like mask she and her sisters wore to hide their faces. Each mask had different makeup for an Evening look, Day look, and Runway look, so you could tell each sister apart. She slid the mask on and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail before rushing out to join her sisters. It was normal to wear a mask, if it covered your mouth and nose fully; so, it didn’t matter if it was a full-face mask or just one that covered the bare necessities. Decorated, non-decorated, masks of all kinds were seen. Ever since Covid-19 hit, this has become the new normal. Fans would push each other out of the way to greet the three sisters, paparazzi would also surround the sisters, asking question after question and saying the sister's names to get good shots of them. The sisters wouldn’t mind, they loved being in the spotlight, even if it meant they couldn’t keep secrets from the world; they would gladly sign autographs and take pictures with their devoted fans. But life in the spotlight would be the one thing that would bring the sisters to their ultimate, and truly unexpected demise.

“Scarlet! Quinn! Brooke! You made it! I was worried sick about you three! Go get in hair and makeup and meet me at costumes!” Their Producer said, ushering the girls over to three waiting chairs. A few minutes later the girls were all dressed up and ready to strut their stuff down the runway through their second to last rehearsal. This needed to be perfect, the director reminded them. This show would be broadcast live across the world and they couldn’t afford any mistakes. All of the models wore masks like the Kirim sisters, to make it seem normal and not make the sisters stand out as much. Dazzling ball gowns adorned each model's body, fit to accentuate their curves, body shape, and size. Most of the time they don’t practice this much, but with a bunch of new models joining them they needed to make sure every little detail was perfect, from walking down the runway to posing, and lighting. There would be a live audience at this show, making the pressure to be perfect even more prominent. Executive’s from huge company’s like Victorias Secret, Gucci, Prada, And Luis Vuitton would all be there looking for their next top model.

But waiting in the shadows was someone the sisters knew all too well. Their Ex-Best-friend, Naomi. Naomi planned to sabotage their big show, but she knew it would be difficult. How would she get a hold of one of their masks to sabotage them? But she had a plan in mind. It would be difficult, but if she worked hard enough, it could be done. What had made Naomi want to do this? Well, it all started when the four became friends in kindergarten. They would spend every second they could together. But as they grew, the girls would slowly spend less and less time with Naomi. In 6th grade, Naomi wasn’t even in the picture at all. They became friends again in high school, and the sisters taught her their secrets on how to be a good model. The four went to audition for a small modeling agency after high school, and Naomi was ecstatic. But something wasn’t right. The sisters had sabotaged her audition, making her look like an absolute fool in front of the judges. The sisters made it in and slowly gained their fame while Naomi was stuck working a 9 to 5 job at an office. She would never forget the day they ruined her dreams, and now she would plot her revenge.

The day had come for the sister's big show in Paris, the show they had been waiting for their whole lives. Unknown to them, one of their masks had been sabotaged. The light’s dimmed and spotlights sprung to life, all chatter dying down as the crowd’s attention went to the now illuminated stage. At first things went as planned, the first few models doing a perfect job on the runway. It was time for the first Kirim sister to strut the runway. Unknowingly to the crowd and models, Naomi was looming in the shadow’s, waiting to watch her plan fall into place. A loud Crack rang throughout the room. Scarlet and Destiny watched in horror as Quinn’s mask shattered and fell to the ground at her feet.

The room went dead silent except for the music playing in the background, all the crowd could do was stare on in horror at who, or what stood before them. Quinn stood at the end of the runway, laying at her feet were the shattered remains of the mask that once hid her true face. A shrill scream echoed through the room, as people scrambled to get the exits. Others were frozen in fear. Quinn’s face was rotting away; maggot’s crawled on her cheekbones, one eye was hanging out of its socket while the other was just gone. Her lips were carved into a permeant smile. The cameras were still rolling. All the world could see her horrific face. Quinn ran back into the back of the runway, her sisters followed as they ran out onto the streets of Paris.

Chaos ran rampant in the fragrant filled streets, some trying to find out what was happening, other’s forming an angry mob to chase down and kill these monsters. The sisters held each other's hands as they prepared to surrender to the angry mob, whispers of “I love you” were shared between the sisters as they were surrounded by the mob. Fire engulfed the sisters, and their screams filled the now silent streets. The mob scattered as the fire department arrived on the scene and put out the blaze. All that remained of the three sisters were two of their masks. The person who set them ablaze was never found.

A small group of people showed up at their funeral, close friends and family members. Their producer was also there, and so was the one who caused their deaths, and the one who set them ablaze in the streets. Naomi was ‘weeping’ at each of their funerals and spoke at each one. She was ‘devastated’ that they were gone. Now as the rain fell silently on their graves, she stood over them and uttered these words "I hope you three rot in hell.”

The room went dead silent, all the crowd could do was stare on in horror at what stood before them. One of three Kirim sisters stood at the end of the runway, laying at her feet was the shattered remains of the mask that once hid her true nature, her true face. A shrill scream pierced the silence. The Kirim sister's secret was out, and it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“Hurry up Quinn! We’re going to be late for rehearsal!” Scarlet yelled to her sister, who was still getting ready. “I’ll be down in a second! I have to grab my mask!” Quinn replied, grabbing the doll-like mask she and her sisters wore to hide their faces. Each mask had different makeup for an Evening look, Day look, and Runway look, so you could tell each sister apart. She slid the mask on and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail before rushing out to join her sisters. It was normal to wear a mask, if it covered your mouth and nose fully; so, it didn’t matter if it was a full-face mask or just one that covered the bare necessities. Decorated, non-decorated, masks of all kinds were seen. Ever since Covid-19 hit, this has become the new normal. Fans would push each other out of the way to greet the three sisters, paparazzi would also surround the sisters, asking question after question and saying the sister's names to get good shots of them. The sisters wouldn’t mind, they loved being in the spotlight, even if it meant they couldn’t keep secrets from the world; they would gladly sign autographs and take pictures with their devoted fans. But life in the spotlight would be the one thing that would bring the sisters to their ultimate, and truly unexpected demise.

“Scarlet! Quinn! Brooke! You made it! I was worried sick about you three! Go get in hair and makeup and meet me at costumes!” Their Producer said, ushering the girls over to three waiting chairs. A few minutes later the girls were all dressed up and ready to strut their stuff down the runway through their second to last rehearsal. This needed to be perfect, the director reminded them. This show would be broadcast live across the world and they couldn’t afford any mistakes. All of the models wore masks like the Kirim sisters, to make it seem normal and not make the sisters stand out as much. Dazzling ball gowns adorned each model's body, fit to accentuate their curves, body shape, and size. Most of the time they don’t practice this much, but with a bunch of new models joining them they needed to make sure every little detail was perfect, from walking down the runway to posing, and lighting. There would be a live audience at this show, making the pressure to be perfect even more prominent. Executive’s from huge company’s like Victorias Secret, Gucci, Prada, And Luis Vuitton would all be there looking for their next top model.

But waiting in the shadows was someone the sisters knew all too well. Their Ex-Best-friend, Naomi. Naomi planned to sabotage their big show, but she knew it would be difficult. How would she get a hold of one of their masks to sabotage them? But she had a plan in mind. It would be difficult, but if she worked hard enough, it could be done. What had made Naomi want to do this? Well, it all started when the four became friends in kindergarten. They would spend every second they could together. But as they grew, the girls would slowly spend less and less time with Naomi. In 6th grade, Naomi wasn’t even in the picture at all. They became friends again in high school, and the sisters taught her their secrets on how to be a good model. The four went to audition for a small modeling agency after high school, and Naomi was ecstatic. But something wasn’t right. The sisters had sabotaged her audition, making her look like an absolute fool in front of the judges. The sisters made it in and slowly gained their fame while Naomi was stuck working a 9 to 5 job at an office. She would never forget the day they ruined her dreams, and now she would plot her revenge.

The day had come for the sister's big show in Paris, the show they had been waiting for their whole lives. Unknown to them, one of their masks had been sabotaged. The light’s dimmed and spotlights sprung to life, all chatter dying down as the crowd’s attention went to the now illuminated stage. At first things went as planned, the first few models doing a perfect job on the runway. It was time for the first Kirim sister to strut the runway. Unknowingly to the crowd and models, Naomi was looming in the shadow’s, waiting to watch her plan fall into place. A loud Crack rang throughout the room. Scarlet and Destiny watched in horror as Quinn’s mask shattered and fell to the ground at her feet.

The room went dead silent except for the music playing in the background, all the crowd could do was stare on in horror at who, or what stood before them. Quinn stood at the end of the runway, laying at her feet were the shattered remains of the mask that once hid her true face. A shrill scream echoed through the room, as people scrambled to get the exits. Others were frozen in fear. Quinn’s face was rotting away; maggot’s crawled on her cheekbones, one eye was hanging out of its socket while the other was just gone. Her lips were carved into a permeant smile. The cameras were still rolling. All the world could see her horrific face. Quinn ran back into the back of the runway, her sisters followed as they ran out onto the streets of Paris.

Chaos ran rampant in the fragrant filled streets, some trying to find out what was happening, other’s forming an angry mob to chase down and kill these monsters. The sisters held each other's hands as they prepared to surrender to the angry mob, whispers of “I love you” were shared between the sisters as they were surrounded by the mob. Fire engulfed the sisters, and their screams filled the now silent streets. The mob scattered as the fire department arrived on the scene and put out the blaze. All that remained of the three sisters were two of their masks. The person who set them ablaze was never found.

A small group of people showed up at their funeral, close friends and family members. Their producer was also there, and so was the one who caused their deaths, and the one who set them ablaze in the streets. Naomi was ‘weeping’ at each of their funerals and spoke at each one. She was ‘devastated’ that they were gone. Now as the rain fell silently on their graves, she stood over them and uttered these words "I hope you three rot in hell.”