"The Machines of Time Saga ----- BOOK 1: Keeper of the Machine"
Chapter 1 - Snap Back to Reality? Or Just Snap?
Philo stood in shock and anger at the entrance of his one car garage.
The words his ex-wife had spoken to him the night before sounded over and over in his head.
"Don't you freaking lose that time machine, Philo! You've lost everything else in your life - you have ALWAYS been a big loser. Do NOT lose that time machine!"
He knew that the machine had not only represented a gigantic leap in technological advancement, it represented his chances at winning back his wife, his one true love, his one and only, his one best friend, his one hope, his one.. well, basically, his one everything.
Back to reality. Who could have done this? This question sounded over and over in his head... well, when his wife's words weren't sounding over and over. Who could have done this. "Don't you freaking lose that time machine, Philo." Who could have done this? "Don't you freaking lose that time machine, Philo."
Finally, he snapped.
"ARGGGHHHHHH!"
Silence.
A boy walking his bicycle on the sidewalk in front of his small house stops.
"Are you okay, mister?"
Philo snaps.
"Yes I'm f****** okay you little twerp! Get out of here!"
Suddenly it hits Philo just how unlike himself he is being. All his life, he was always the strong-willed, yet reserved little boy. That's what had brought Sandy to him. That's what had torn them apart. And now, look at him, screaming at an innocent child. Even at the peak of his intelligence, he still couldn't even cope with the smallest trial without losing it. Smart enough to build the world's first time machine - foolish enough to drop the f-bomb in front of a child.
A buzzing in his pants.
Philo opened his cell phone - a text message.
"Just a reminder, don't you freaking lose that time machine, Philo!"
He snaps again.
"WHY IN THE F*** are you still sitting there staring at me you little twerp!?!? Walk that crappy pink bicycle back to your home before I chew it up, swallow it, and it ends up in my toilet you little twerp! Your sister needs her my little pony bike back... it even still has training wheels! Lolz! BEAT IT KID!!!"
An hour passes. Philo wakes up in his bed, the sheets all sweaty. Was it a dream?
It must have been a dream.
Philo walks calmly to the garage door. Opens it.
S#%!, it wasn't a dream.
He speaks to himself. "I must regain my reservedness. I must calm down.... I must... get that time machine."