“People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
— Albert Einstein
Time Scripts (2nd edition)
My invention is, to say the least, very unusual,” said Tommy Hamilton. “And highly confidential. Revealing it to the public could prove to be a disaster of extinction-level proportions. Can I count on your discretion?” “I’m usually very discreet about new technology that may have military applications,” Jack Arduino replied. “Depending on which side it is meant to benefit, of course.” Tommy laughed. He was a rather large, top-heavy man with an unruly mop of light brown hair, bright brown eyes, and about 30 years old. “It’s not a weapon, although it could be used as such, I suppose,” he said. Jack smiled.
A Wisp of Blue Fog
The man feared he would bleed to death on the snow-covered lawn. Please God, let them see me, he mouthed. I must walk. I can’t stop. Or this is the end of the line. He swayed as he staggered out of the blue fog that had enveloped his body. He was about to fall forward when his hands found the stone mailbox pillar and held on. He pressed them against it, as if to draw strength from the cold monolith. A warmth spread across his groin and down his leg. All the power in the world, to come and go as I please, only to die right here on this frozen yard–while pissing myself!
An Easy Assignment
Ask anyone and they’ll tell you the day that marked the beginning of the Terrible Twenties was when the power went out in their city, or the day someone they knew died in those early plane crashes, or when dad’s pacemaker stopped working for no reason. For me, the end of the innocence came on Tuesday, July 13th, 2021—the day before Bastille Day. It was a beautiful day, the kind of day that goes unnoticed, is uneventful and unmemorable—in other words, an excellent day. Workers were putting up the last red, white and royal blue buntings on Place de la Concorde and it was as hot, still, and humid as Paris can be at that time of year.
Innominato (work in progress)
I’m currently writing this new book and enjoying every scene that comes out of my imagination. It’s a bit autobiographical like all my books, but the universe as a protagonist is a new player. If you don’t know about the way the universe works, Tommy will tell you. It’s really intriguing how knowing about the puppet masters can help create time travel stories that are more fascinating (to me and to my 25 readers) than your ordinary spaceships & monsters stories (not that there’s anything wrong with them).
Time travel is nothing short of magic... positively fantastic... tons of fun... and incredibly seductive.
About Marshall…
A part-time author blessed with a neurodivergent brain and boundless imagination, who is vastly knowledgeable about a few useful and many fantastic notions, and who can write fairly well in a language that was not originally his own.
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Time Travel Novels
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Manzonian Readers
What Marshall does…
Marshall time travels frequently on the frontal-lobes time machine endowed to him by his Creator, and which over the years he has perfected by establishing more direct neural pathways to his limbic system and to the motor cortex.
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Finished Projects
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Work in Progress
Publishing details…
One book, Time Scripts, is available on Amazon in both Kindle ($0.00) and paperback ($11.18 with Prime) versions. You can purchase it by following this link. The other two books, A Wisp of Blue Fog and An Easy Assignment, are available only through this website in PDF format. Marshall Vickery’s fourth book, Impulse, is a work in progress.
