Click here for nice stories main menu

main menu   |   youngsters categories   |   authors   |   new stories   |   search   |   links   |   settings   |   author tools

Time Warp (standard:science fiction, 682 words)
Author: Michael Lance KerstingAdded: Nov 17 2009Views/Reads: 1591/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A strange thing happened to me on a lonely highway.

My name is Vincent.I always like to think myself as a ‘Realist' and shun
everything that couldn't be proven scientifically. I also scorn 
anything “Supernatural” The story you are about to read changed all 

I was driving home late one night on a lonely highway in Memphis,
Tennesee ,when I saw a thick, green luminious mist forming before me. I 
was a bit puzzled at it's appearance,to say the least, however, I 
continued driving and heard a lot of crackling sounds as I drove 
through it. i must admit, I became scared. 

Finally,in what seems a lifetime, I emerged from it a bit shakened but
continue driving  then the car shuddered to a stop. I had ran out of 
gas.  Cursing all creation, I got out, went around to the trunk, and 
took out a jerry can,hoping to bum a lift to the nearest gas station. 

After a short while, a small truck pulled up and the driver asked where
I was heading in a slow Southern drawl.  He was kind of youngish and 
some how looked familiar . 

I told him to the nearest gas station. 

‘Okay,sir,hop in.”He said politely. 

I got in, resting the can between my knees. 

After a short while he said,”Do you like country music ,sir?”, 

“Yes,” I replied, “My favourite singer is Charlie Pride, the black

“Charlie Pride? I never heard of ‘im, ” said the young man. 

“Well. I have to admit, it's a bit unusual for a black person singing
country music. We more associate blacks with rythmn and blues, jazz, 

“Yeah, I guess.”said the young man, “but I never heard of him.” 

Eventually ,we pulled into a three pump gas station. I got out filled up
the can at a pump, then we went into the little convenience store 
attached to the station to pay for it. Inside, the young man asked what 
I was having to drink. I told him a Coke would be fine. He nodded and 
went over to the coke machine as I looked around. The whole décor was 
set in the fifties. 

There was a Wurlitzer juke box blaring a Hank Williams tune,”Cold, Cold
Heart” it,s mournful melody filling the air. The crowd were mostly men 
dressed in western gears, chatting.. I went over to a vacant booth and 
sat down. 

“Now, that there is the grand daddy singing.”said the young man smiling,
returning with the Cokes in his hands. He sat down opposite me. 

“Yeah, he was great artist .” I said sipping the drink. 

“Was, sir,? Why, he ‘s having a show at the Grand Ole Orpy tonight.” 

An eerie feeling washed over me. I couldn't explain it but I felt that
something was terribly wrong. 

‘You've got to be kidding me, son, Hank died fifty years ago!” 

He looked at me straight in the eye as if I was nuts or something. 

“No, sir, he ain't, “ he got up, and went across to a stand with some
news papers on it.  He shuffled around a bit, and returned to the table 
and sat down, “Look here, ” he said ,flipping through the pages “Here , 
see for yourself, " He looked at me kind of odd and handed me the 

I took the papers from him and looked .and sure enough, there was a
photograph of Hank and his Drifting Cowboys all dressed up in cowboy 
clothes, smiling for the camera with a caption beneath saying “Hank 
Wiliams and the Drifting Cowboys will be performing at the Grand Ole 
Orpy tonight at 8 pm sharp!' . I couldn't believe it!, I checked the 
date and it read : 2/ 8/1952 . 

I almost dropped the papers in disbelief, A cold chill ran through me. .

‘Are you okay,sir ?”asked the young man, alarmed with much concern in
his voice. 

“Yes ," I replied weakly and wondered if I was dreaming. 

”It's just ,just, I am a bit confused.” I stammered. I looked at his
face, the feeling that I knew it  returned. 

“What's your name, son?” I asked. 

“Elvis Presley” the kid replied. 


Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Michael Lance Kersting has 62 active stories on this site.
Profile for Michael Lance Kersting, incl. all stories
Due to abuse, voting is disabled.

stories in "science fiction"   |   all stories by "Michael Lance Kersting"  

Nice Stories @, support email: nice at nicestories dot com
Powered by StoryEngine v1.00 © 2000-2014 - Artware Internet Consultancy BV