Ticket to the Past
Inhabiting the world that we live in, a selected few of either you or your peers have an extremely high IQ. Imagine if one of those extremely intelligent people were to build a machine. A machine so striking, that just by looking at it, would steal your breath away. Paralyzed in awe and wonder, you stand and question yourself, what could this magnificent machine do? Well, what if one of these brilliant people created a machine that could travel into the future, and also history. The creator of the machine offers you a once in a lifetime ticket to try it out. Deciding to embark and take a chance on this advent of an adventure, you take the shimmery golden ticket. You cradle it in your palm as if it were as delicate as a new
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I examined the little area inside. The photo booth had two buttons. One that reads future, and the other: past. I click on the past button and a selection of decades appear on the screen between the two original options. I press on the decade that reads 1920’s and then sat down on the velvet emerald green cushion covering the bench. My choice to travel to the 1920’s would be to experience the Roaring Twenties. Where new clothing styles, advancement in technology, and the beginning of the Jazz era had awakened. The 1920’s was the integration of new experiences and ideas that became trendy in the topical social world. Where all the women cut their hair into short bobs and skirts up to their knees were now …show more content…
For the aroma descending from the delightful little shoppe, could make anybody striding by becoming suddenly voracious. After the baker had grabbed his old, worn broom and brushed the children away, the kids then, frolicked around the streets and chased the stray dogs. Whom were just silently sitting beside them, begging for love and affection. Within just a few hours the sun had fallen asleep and the moon was wide awake. Most of the fanciest adults in the city, climb into their shiny cars, and picked up their flappers. Minutes later, every car in the entire state of New York was in the driveway of the richest person alive. They soon found themselves in the mansion 's parlor dancing to the hip, jazzy music until the sun came up. The following morning, I stammered my way across the yard and into the time machine. Before leaving, I glanced around the surrounding area for one last time until I am back to the