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Project Backwards; Chapter Seven

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Seven: Where was he? Steve Weaver blinked in confusion and looked around. That was the hardest part of jumping through time; he never knew ..

Project Backwards; Chapter Eight

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Eight: The pale, sallow complexion; that slim build, the mop of fine, unruly hair,Mozart!He knew his face because he’d written a seni..

Project Backwards; Chapter Nine

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Nine: “To be, or not to be;thatis the question!” Steve woke from his latest time-jump to the sound of those words being spoken. S..

Project Backwards; Chapter Ten

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Ten: Was he sitting on a couch? Steve groggily looked around him. Framed certificates hung on the wall. He couldn’t quite make out the ..

Project Backwards; Chapter Eleven

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Eleven: Steve awoke to find himself lying on a fine spun-gold and white couch, in a high-ceilinged white room with wine-colored walls and bei..

Project Backwards; Chapter Twelve

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Twelve: Where was he? He could hear low-toned talking coming from somewhere down the hall. He wanted to walk down and find out who w..

Project Backwards; Chapter Thirteen

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Thirteen: Sense once again found it’s way through the by-now familiar fog in the brain of Steve Weaver. He found himself in a rick..

Project Backwards; Chapter Fourteen

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter Fourteen: Steve swam towards the light, and found himself in a house full of outdated computers. He was sleeping on the floor; why? he didn&r..

Project Backwards; Chapter Fifteen

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter 15: Steve swam out of the fog and wondered where he’d ended up;whenhe’d ended up. The first thing he heard was an ungodly noise c..

Project Backwards; Chapter Sixteen

A Chapter by Michael Stevens

Chapter 16: Steve came to in a laboratory of some sort; there where jars with colored liquid in them, and shelf upon shelf of gadgets of all descript..