The following is my submission to a prompt from the r/WritingPrompts subreddit. The full Reddit post can be seen here.
Prompt: The Time Machine was backwards traveling only, and now you're stuck in the Medieval Times. You pull out your phone, expecting it to be nonfunctional, but instead find it to be working fine, and the date on the Home Screen reading “October 12th, 952”.
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The knights of Lord Wymane surrounded me as their horses neighed and whinnied underneath them.
“Who is't art thee, strange wand'r'r?” asked the largest of the knights.
I panicked, quickly looking around to see if there was a way to escape. The knight nearest to my right side noticed my shiftiness and nudged his horse towards me. A gaggle of townsfolk began to gather around, patiently waiting to see what would happen next.
“Hey guys… uh… listen… I’m trying to get home,” I stammered, hoping this would give them a reason to leave me alone.
The entire crowd gasped. The knight who spoke drew his sword, staring at me menacingly.
“A strange tongue thee speaketh indeed. What is thy nameth and wh're is thy home?”
Realizing that I was about 30 seconds away from being impaled, I played along.
“It is I… uh… Tony, son of Joey, son of… uh… the other, Eldest Tony. I hail from… uh… the kingdom of… uh… the Kingdom of the Burger King!”
With this bold claim, the crowd broke out into hushed murmurs. The knight, now lowering his sword, jumped off of his steed and walked up to me.
“And who is't this Burg'r King thee speaketh of?” he asked.
“Uh… yes, yes” I stammered, gathering my thoughts, “The Burger King is the greatest power in the East. He wishes to offer you… I mean thee… a gift to thy master, Lord Wymane.”
The knight shot me a skeptical look and then answered, “And wh're is this gift yond thee speaketh of?”
I looked down at the only thing I had in my possession, an iPhone 14. “It is this! The greatest invention of all time.” I held the phone up into the air so that the crowd of people could see it and turned on the phone’s flashlight. The knights all flinched backwards, a woman screamed, another man yelled “Blasphemy!” from the back of the crowd.
After several moments of confusion, the knight finally said, “T’is most wondrous, thee has't did capture lighteth in the palm of thy handeth. I wonneth't tryeth to und'rstand, but shall taketh thee to mine own mast'r. I shall alloweth L'rd Wymane to decideth wheth'r thy life shouldst beest spar'd.”
The largest knight grabbed me by the arm, guiding me towards the path that led to Lord Wymane’s castle at the top of the hill. The other knights followed behind closely, acting as a barrier between me and the exasperated townspeople, ever curious about the magic device that had just appeared before their very eyes…
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The following is my submission to a prompt from the r/WritingPrompts subreddit. The full Reddit post can be seen here.
Prompt: The Time Machine was backwards traveling only, and now you're stuck in the Medieval Times. You pull out your phone, expecting it to be nonfunctional, but instead find it to be working fine, and the date on the Home Screen reading “October 12th, 952”.
—-----------------------------------------—-----------------------------------------—-------------------
The knights of Lord Wymane surrounded me as their horses neighed and whinnied underneath them.
“Who is't art thee, strange wand'r'r?” asked the largest of the knights.
I panicked, quickly looking around to see if there was a way to escape. The knight nearest to my right side noticed my shiftiness and nudged his horse towards me. A gaggle of townsfolk began to gather around, patiently waiting to see what would happen next.
“Hey guys… uh… listen… I’m trying to get home,” I stammered, hoping this would give them a reason to leave me alone.
The entire crowd gasped. The knight who spoke drew his sword, staring at me menacingly.
“A strange tongue thee speaketh indeed. What is thy nameth and wh're is thy home?”
Realizing that I was about 30 seconds away from being impaled, I played along.
“It is I… uh… Tony, son of Joey, son of… uh… the other, Eldest Tony. I hail from… uh… the kingdom of… uh… the Kingdom of the Burger King!”
With this bold claim, the crowd broke out into hushed murmurs. The knight, now lowering his sword, jumped off of his steed and walked up to me.
“And who is't this Burg'r King thee speaketh of?” he asked.
“Uh… yes, yes” I stammered, gathering my thoughts, “The Burger King is the greatest power in the East. He wishes to offer you… I mean thee… a gift to thy master, Lord Wymane.”
The knight shot me a skeptical look and then answered, “And wh're is this gift yond thee speaketh of?”
I looked down at the only thing I had in my possession, an iPhone 14. “It is this! The greatest invention of all time.” I held the phone up into the air so that the crowd of people could see it and turned on the phone’s flashlight. The knights all flinched backwards, a woman screamed, another man yelled “Blasphemy!” from the back of the crowd.
After several moments of confusion, the knight finally said, “T’is most wondrous, thee has't did capture lighteth in the palm of thy handeth. I wonneth't tryeth to und'rstand, but shall taketh thee to mine own mast'r. I shall alloweth L'rd Wymane to decideth wheth'r thy life shouldst beest spar'd.”
The largest knight grabbed me by the arm, guiding me towards the path that led to Lord Wymane’s castle at the top of the hill. The other knights followed behind closely, acting as a barrier between me and the exasperated townspeople, ever curious about the magic device that had just appeared before their very eyes…
