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ConfusedShipper123
Novel: Interference
Genre: Science Fiction
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About ConfusedShipper123

Location: In the regions I'm in... (not in both, but one)

Age:14

Website: http://www.iwillbitethephonetoproveitsharmless.blogspot.com/

Favorite novels: The Bible, Diary of a Teenage Girl series (Caitlin and Chloe), Looking for Cassandra Jane, Finding Alice, Crystal Lies, Faded Denim: Color Me Trapped, Unwind, Impossible, If I Stay, Jumping Off Swings, The Adoration of Jenna Fox, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, Suck It Up, Define "Normal", My Sister's Keeper, Handle with Care, Corner of the Universe, Cut, Speak, Wintergirls, Breathing Underwater, Fade to Black, Firegirl, The Supernaturalist, Dreamland, Perfect Chemistry, Leaving Paradise, Ana's Story, The Outsiders

Favorite writers: Melody Carlson, Laurie Halse Anderson, Patricia McCormick, Neal Shusterman, Alex Flinn, Brian Meehl, Mary E. Pearson, Stephenie Meyer, Jodi Picoult, Ann M. Martin

Favorite music: Various stuff. Mostly rockish stuff, my normal music. soft rock and not-so-soft rock.Red Umbrella, Remedy Drive, Switchfoot, Relient K, Paramore, My Chemical Romance, Flyleaf, Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, Blue October, Nickelback, Simple Plan, Snow Patrol, Skillet, Coldplay, The Fray, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, One Republic, Owl City, Vanessa Carlton, Ingrid Michaelson, Avril Lavigne, Anna Nalick, Vienna Teng, Casting Crowns, Superchick, Forever the Sickest Kids, Lenka, Utada Hikaru

Non-noveling interests: Most importantly, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Pretty much everything in my real life somehow effects my writing, however, I do enjoy reading, listening to music, writing poetry on occasion, my friends, hanging with my friends, talking with friends, the internetz, life, drawing, manga.

Joined: October 13, 2009

This Year: Official Participant

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Synopsis: Interference

“Today, the population decreased by approximately 1,500 people…”

“Alexander Abbort has just released his new initiatives for World Peace today…”

“We are here to announce today, that the restrictions on time machine usage have been lowered to two months. Anyone who violates this law is committing a federal crime in the United States…”

Headlines and announcements passed on everyone’s internet television screen. Headlines and speeches spoken straight to them. People being led, in admiration, to a leader they truly did not know. The world was succumbing to chaos, a very internal chaos, so subtle, so unknown, that it was disguised as peace. Perhaps it had not been a new concept, but this world was crumbling.
What was inevitable, was unnoticed, dismissed, so those could go on with their lives as if nothing was going on, those who were either far too in denial of the corruption that could be occurring, or far too naïve, convinced by the lies, or simply far too immersed in it themselves, whether they wanted to be or not.
Those who knew of this corruption, were usually those who were either utterly aware of the horrors that could befall them from a loved one’s experience. Some were skeptics of the “system”, others observant outsiders who could see the cracks as they began to grow in the façade of the world they lived in.
Those who were captives of this corruption, had the tendency to never return from their captivity.
And those who knew, or didn’t know, and couldn’t handle it, simply, truly, ceased to exist.
A little over 100 years in the future, our world, beginning with the United States, is close to being overthrown by a sinister dictator, who feigns peace to conceal his selfish ambitions, Alexander Abbort. His methods of brainwashing are literally "hypnotizing", with technological assistance, that causes one person to do the same to another, and another to the other, a dangerous plague that threatens the already-oblivious nation.
At the same time, the population is dropping at a rapid rate, yet no record of the beings "dying" is able to be seen; disease, accident, and especially, suicide, rates are low. But uses of time-traveling machines are high, leading the government and society to believe that people are erasing their births in some way. Huge restrictions are put on the usage of time machines, so that a person can only go back two months, and all machines capable of going farther than this should be returned and exchanged for one that can only go as far as the limit.
Seventeen-year-old Kainni Ceiltra knows the truth about Alexander Abbort, that he's a brainwashing, calculating, cruel, selfish man that has nothing good in mind. She and many others express similar views in places where they try not to be discovered, usually on underground websites.
What had once been minor suspicions of hers grew to full belief that this man had nothing good in mind, when her mother returns from a "business trip" to the Abbort mansion in Washington, D.C. after 3 months and brainwashed her in the most permanent way possible. Now she is determined to go back in time to save her.
Eighteen year old Troy feels that his time to begin the vicious cycle of the men of his family has finally come to him, and he wants no part in it. All he wants is to be away from traumatic memories, conditioning, the expectations to calculate evil, and abuse that goes on in the depths of his ominous household.
And more so than that, is the desire for his mother not to face the fate that she did. But when he catches himself thinking like his father, he feels his fate is inevitable, and the only way to reverse it is to prevent his parents from meeting, or at least from having a relationship that leads to marriage and a child—saving her, and erasing his conception. Troy Abbort is also determined to go back in time to accomplish his goals, no matter what it takes. Each teen leaves at the exact same time, using the same time machine model, causing what is called time-machine interference.
They land in none other than 2009, their machines broken down, with no one but each other to turn to. Tensions are high for these two young adults, as they are forced to face the challenges of what is history to them, each other, and the reflection of their own pasts.

Excerpt: Interference

The boy stood at the door of the apartment, holding hands with the little girl as her father fumbled with the lock and his business glasses at the same time. The door opened, but the boy was still looking at the glasses... behind the lenses, information flew across them, just like main monitors on home computer communication systems.
“They give him all the info he needs to do work, even when he’s out getting groceries,” whispered the girl, with a snicker. “Mom says it’s kinda obsessive, but I think they’re cool.”
“They are cool.”
The girl nodded, as she proceeded to take the boy to a mePad. She pressed the button to turn it on, and pulled the stylus from the side of the screen, and also allowed the keyboard to come out, the mePad taking a more laptop-like form.
The boy realized that this was not a mePad, as the girl typed in a safe-coded password. The screen flashed with images of production of a product, lists of sales, locations, maps...
“Um... Are you sure you’re supposed to be doing this?” he asked, beginning to feel nervous.
The girl just giggled a little, as she logged onto some website of very old things, like cats saying silly phrases and people falling off their bicycles and what not...
“Kainni...” came a voice, not sounding very happy. Her father stalked over to the desk the children were sitting at, and slapped himself in the head, sighing exasperatingly. He gently lifted the girl out of the chair, and logged off the website. The boy took a few steps back.
“Kainni, don’t be messing with this, you know this is important...”
She nodded, though there were a smile behind her solemn guilt of her silly prank. “Okay. Sorry Daddy. Can we go to the park now?”
“If you promise not to go messing around on my business top again, you can.”
“I promise.”
Troy followed Kainni into the hallway, as they made their way down and behind the apartment building.
“How did you know you were on his laptop?”
“’Cuz of the glasses. Aren’t they cool?”
“Yeah... does he need them?”
The girl shook her head. “Nah. But he likes to keep up with his work.”
Troy nodded, somewhat understanding.
“Yeah... my dad too. But he doesn’t work at home...”
Kainni responded with a nod, which acknowledged that she actually did not understand; her father worked from home almost all of the time.
“I’m glad he doesn’t work at home,” said Troy, suddenly.
The girl looked surprised again.
“Why would you say that?”
The boy bit his lip, looking down, and nervous, like he’d said too much, guilty, like he regretted saying what he had. Why he didn’t like his father home was supposed to be a secret, something that shouldn’t be shared or burdened onto somebody else.
“I’ll race to the swings this time.”
He took off running, Kainni immediately on his tail. She wouldn’t let Troy Abbort beat her at racing to the swings. It just simply wouldn’t be right if he won.

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