You might think me mad when I tell you that I have a pocket watch that can stop Tyme. I only met the man who gave it to me once. He approached me as I was playing in my secret place in the woods. I remember he was tall, with tall boots and long hair–like a girl. He told me it was a very special watch. When I depress the winding mechanism Tyme stops. Everywhere. Folk stand motionless, or hover if they were mid fall or jump. Electrons hold still and certain particles forget to be Strange. Planets pause, arms of the Galaxies hold their position, and the static noise of a certain Bang is silenced. Tyme resumes on its own. The affect of t

I was twenty that very day. I woke and I would have screamed. I sat up, heart racing, wondering what this man sitting at the foot of the bed was doing in my room. I shared the condo with three other students but no one would dare allow a guest to just wander like this. His demeanor however, put my mind at ease. Until he turned. I was ten. I was excited about my birthday party that day. ¿Who was this strange man in my room? ¿An uncle? He wanted to tell me that it would all be OK. That it would be difficult, but to just be myself. The room became very, very bright and he was gone. That day when I was twenty, when I looked into those e

Four decades is a long tyme to remain silent. I no longer remember when I first noticed the doorways. They are in all sizes, and they are everywhere. Mostly I learned to ignore them. As I grew older, I saw them for what they really were. I became afraid to go into rooms with other folk where I knew the larger gateways to exist. Everyone else is at home in the knowledge of the alternate identical world--empty of life as it must seem. But what they don't know is that other world was inhabited. And he looks like me. Just like me. He only comes when I am there. Mocking my every move. I won't give him that chance to point me out in front of the ot