The Time Traveller and Mister Wells Short Story

In the year 1893, a struggling English science fiction writer named Herbert George Wells or H.G. Wells for short, lives in a rundown apartment, sits alone at his desk as he was trying to come up with an idea for his first novel. As Mr. Wells types away madly at his typewriter but he’s currently dealing with wicked writer’s block. Mr. Wells’s trash can is full of scraped ideas. “No, none of these are good. A war between worlds, an invisible man, and an island filled with human-animal hybrids. Think, what will get me published, and most importantly, help me pay my rent?” asks Mr. Wells to himself. Suddenly inside the apartment, the closet door began to light up and shake as it slammed opened revealing a mysterious weak average looking man wearing a lab coat and goggles wrestles a huge savage simian creature out into the room. Mr. Wells jumps up in a fright and pulls out his handgun from underneath his desk. Mr. Wells then shoots the huge savage simian creature, and the creature then falls to the ground becoming severely wounded and unconscious. After the creature is shot, the mysterious scientist laughs and walks over to Mr. Wells to shake his hand. “Thanks a lot stranger. You sure took out that Morlock over there. How can I ever repay you?” asks the mysterious scientist. 

Mr. Wells now points his gun at the mysterious scientist as the Morlock slowly wakes up. Mr. Wells lowers his gun and shoots the Morlock again in the head. The mysterious scientist breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls out his journal. “Hey mac, I hear that you’re a struggling writer. Take my journal because I feel it’ll give you some ideas,” says the mysterious scientist. Mr. Wells puts his gun away and grabs the journal right out of the mysterious scientist’s hand. “Who are you?” asks Mr. Wells. “I can’t reveal my real name to you because it’ll break the space-time continuum. But you can call me The Time Traveller and I have traveled approximately 800,806 years into the future. That’s where this Morlock came from,” said The Time Traveller. “Wait, you are a from the future? Why do you dress in present day apparel?” asks Mr. Wells. “Because I’m originally from your time, I’m from 1863 myself. So, I’m older than you my friend because you were born in 1866,” says The Time Traveller. “How did you know the year I was born? Are you an alien?” asks Mr. Wells. “Like I said, I’m a time traveler who has traveled backwards and forwards in time. Read all about it in my journal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must return this Morlock back to its rightful time period, also I need your help moving him because he’s pretty heavy,” said The Time Traveller. 

Mr. Wells sighs and grabs the top half of the Morlock while The Time Traveller grabs the lower half. The Time Traveller and Mr. Wells carry the Morlock into Mr. Wells’s closet as The Time Traveller’s namesake invention The Time Machine is revealed to have created a portal between both timelines. “Okay H.G., let’s fling this bad boy into the future in 1, 2, 3 and now,” shouts The Time Traveller. The Morlock is through back into his future as The Time Traveller presses a button on his time machine’s console that traps Morlock inside the portal to his future. The Time Traveller dusts himself off as Mr. Wells stands in awe of this wondrous time machine. “Would you believe that the rich pricks of our time eventually evolve into those hulking Morlocks. Well, it was nice to meet you H.G. Wells, but I need to continue my time travels. Now walk back the way you came in and you’ll be back in the apartment without a care in the world,” said The Time Traveller. “How did you know my name?” asks Mr. Wells. “I read your work. The War of the Worlds is my favorite. Sorry but I must go before I break the time-space continuum again. Good luck with handling World War I. Goodbye and don’t be so hard on yourself,” says The Time Traveller. 

As The Time Traveller boards his time machine to head back wherever he was going, Mr. Wells finds himself back at his desk taking out the pages of ideas he threw away in his trash can. As the sun sets, Mr. Wells spots The Time Traveller’s journal on his desk. Mr. Wells grabs the The Time Traveller’s journal and begins to read it all through the night. And the next day, Mr. Wells would begin writing the first chapter of his first novel “The Time Machine” which shockingly is based on a true story. 

THE END