But before I start typing away, I want to clarify something I didn't really explain. If you want a story based on a single word, then only send in one word. You can always send in more words later if you want more stories. You also have the option to send in a two to three worded phrase which I can also make into one story. Just btw, fyi.
Jane, since you are so awesomely awesome, you get three different short stories! The first word she sent in was "broken". This is inspired by a game I played on the iPad called The Silent Age. You should play it! Now here's
Broken by Jazelyn
"Dude!" his 10-year-old brother shrieked, barging in.
The teenager groaned. "What's wrong, Vinny?"
"This old guy passed out on the street and I tried to go get some help but he made me stay and he told me I had to go back in time to warn him about today!"
"You're not serious, are you?"
Vinny stepped closer and showed his brother the green device in his hand. "This should transport us to another time. Do you think it actually works?"
Palmer shook his head as he walked to his desk. "No, there's no way you're serious," he muttered to himself. He tried to ignore his brother's never-ending begging to help him, but eventually ran out of patience. He turned on his leather swivel chair. "That stupid toy won't work! See?"
After slamming his hand down on the small button, the room went completely black. "Where are we?" Vinny whispered. The two brothers walked out the darkened room into the halls of the house. Everything that sat in their home was now altered; it was all dusty and torn up. Stray boards of wood were scattered their carpeted floors There was also a gaping hole in the roof, making the sunshine pour in.
Palmer felt his stomach churning. Time travel? Impossible. Yet the pinches he constantly gave himself proved this couldn't be a dream. Vinny was wandering around this seemingly alternate universe when his gasp alarmed his brother. Now both boys had their eyes on the skeleton strewn across their ratty suede couch. The bones were horribly white. It had resemblance of the decorations their family would place in their yard every October. Yet this skeleton wore ripped fragments of Dad's favorite shirt.
Palmer ripped the button out of the shorter boy's hands and pressed it. "It's broken!" he cried.
Vinny grabbed the device back and scolded, "It's not broken. It runs on sunlight. Maybe it would have a chance to charge up if you stopped punching it." They stood in silence before the younger one started, "So, about that guy. . ."
"No, we are not gonna travel through space to search for this crazy old man. We need to find a way to fix this," Palmer gruffed. After glancing at his brother's pleading eyes, he crossed his arms and walked off. "Fine, let's go find him."