If I went left ten inches
I'd land on a saguaro cactus
And hope someone videotaped the teleportation.
Journal Entry 75
Today was a great day in the TTC (Teleportation Transportation Company) We managed to send someone exactly 10 inches to the left of where they stood. We wanted to start small, so we programed it for ten inches. It was the exct amount that we wanted. The subject said that he felt slighlty dizzy after the whole experience. But now we just have to figure out a way to increase the range. Hopfully one day, we can reach our goal of Teleporation Transportation for everyone, that is quick, easy, and afforable.
10 Inches to the Left
Oh, no. Can--can somebody help me? I-I'm stuck in my bedroom wall! Please! Before spiders decide my rear end looks like a snack!
Ten inches to the left and I'm sitting uncomfortably on the edge of my bed.
I could put my foot down to stabilize myself but the floor is cold and i want to be warm for as long as i can.
So then I feel it reflects my life.
I would rather suffer through discomfort for a glimpse of momentary pleasure than make up my mind to experience a new challenge that would in a way be to my benefit.
Life is funny that way but at one point something has to give and the foot will eventaully come down.
“I love you Adam, but this thing-”
“I know Maria... I know.”
Ugh, I need to stop this. That was the fifth romantic flick I have seen today.
“So go. But know this; I will always be here waiting for you. Our children’s children will know our tale.”
Who’s Brad. Wait, that did not come from the movie. Someone else was in the theatre with me! Sweat pours off my forehead like a waterfall. I look around me, and-
It’s my crush with some guy.
Or so is my assumption.
I sit farther back into my seat and cover my face with popcorn.
“Stop it Brad, someone might be in here.”
“Ha, yeah right. Who would want to watch such a old and lame movie like this?”
“Umm... me. Thats why we are here for date night.”
Damn, how can a guy like that, with no care for who their partner is, get a girl like her. I know I can do better than this guy; I can just picture how I would treat her. I close my eyes and imagine it all.
“Hold on Brad, someone keeps calling me”
I open my eyes and-
How!? I’ve teleported about, um, 10 inches into the seat on my left and my lips are touching my crush’s-
do you remember
the butterfly effect
even ten inches to the left
we’ve created utter chaos
in the known universe
tempestuous and mysterious
spreading like fertilized seed
at first innocent and random
and then creating
new cocoons and life unseen
Ten inches to the left and I’d be in Grimsby dock.Two meters of brown muddy water, a few flat fish and one of those submarine impersonating cormorants would be my companions. By the time I got back on board I think the sausages I’m cooking for tea might be burnt,