Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt "472."
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Has your link been deleted? This tool is not for sharing links to your blog unless your blog post is related to today's prompt, or you've blogged about The One-Minute Writer. I want the links to stay on-topic. Thanks for understanding!One-Minute Writing of the Day:Writer: Michael V"There is no way this could possibly work," I told the wiry-haired old man.
He was a wry old fellow, much devoted to his numerous projects, all of which were inventions designed to preform some task or another, of which none of them were proven to actually work.
"Bah!" he said, tugging on his scratchy tan suit coat and vest.
Straightening his black corduroy bow tie, he attached a final dial to the machine, a car-sized steel sphere with hundreds of bolts and several stabilizers attached to it.
"You'll see once this hour's through, eh? Call me a quack, eh, Robert?"
I sighed. "We're yet to see if this one works any more than the thousands of others."
His lip quivered for a moment, but then he opened a large door on the curious device, and I followed him inside. Inside were two old-fashioned, cushioned seats. Taking one of them, with a resigned sigh; I knew this wouldn't work. I watched my old friend as he shut the door and pushed a large red button labeled "472." I wondered why he had put that particular number on it, but he had done things far more odd.
To my surprise, the machine began to tumble and shake, and after a few moments, it stopped.
I immediately opened the door and looked outside.
He had designed it to be a Time Machine...
It looked normal outside, if a little darker. the buildings were our own.
I was about to turn back when I heard a strange noise. Something between a bellow, a cry, and a roar. I turned back, and saw a strange thing.
A full grown T-Rex ran towards us.
The old inventor was smiling as he emerged, but when he saw the creature...
He scowled. "Ach, I knew this could happen!" He cursed.
I turned toward him. "What have you done?"
He merely shook his head in despair...
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