• Chapter 8 – 1

    There was nothing around them for as far as they could see. Just cracked Earth and gray sky and a single tree that looked like it had been dead for a thousand years. “Wh...where is this?” Gabby stuttered. “No idea,” Simon replied. “This is scary,” Chelsea said. “Very scary.” A heavy breath of wind swirled up, blowing dust all around read more

  • Chapter 8 – 2

    Gabby figured it out first, and her eyes bulged with shock. “That’s the student newspaper of Rutgers!” “That’s right.” “Wait a minute,” Cooper said. “You’re telling me this...this wasteland is—” “Yes,” Mr. C replied. “This is what’s left of the Rutgers campus. This is where we were just before we started this journey. Right here.” Chelsea’s mouth fell open. “So read more

  • Chapter 8 – 3

    “Once something’s done,” Simon said. “It’s done.” “Right!” Mr. C told them. “Exactly right!” “So then being here in the future,” Cooper began, “means that—” “That the future is the only thing we can change,” Jamal finished. Mr. C pointed at him. “Now you’ve got it!” “That’s the answer to the greatest mystery in all of history!” Gabby said, jumping read more

  • Chapter 9 – 1

    The Trackers burst into the auditorium, which was still mostly empty. At the front, by the microphone, was the familiar figure of the President of the United States. He was a tall man with silver hair, and he was dressed in a dark suit and red tie. Next to him was the Vice President. She was a little younger, had read more

  • Chapter 9 – 2

    “Nicely put,” the president told him. “Now, what seems to be the problem?” “These youngsters insist they need to speak with you right away, Mr. President,” Essner said. “They say it’s terribly important.” The president’s eyebrows went up as he scanned their young faces. “Oh? Well, okay, I’m here and I’m listening. What’s terribly important?” The Trackers and Mr. C read more

  • 2018 – POETRY INDEED!

    On October 26, 2018 the NJ Center for the Book hosted the event, POETRY INDEED, at the Livingston Campus Student Center of Rutgers University in Piscataway. More than 150 students, teachers, families, and friends attended.  Forty poems submitted were read by the student authors.  Several poems were illustrated by the author or another student colleague. Awards were given to students read more

  • Chapter 9 – 3

    “Think of all the people who will die,” Maya told him, her voice breaking a little. “All the families torn apart, and all the other beautiful things that will be destroyed.” “Yeah, Mr. President,” Cooper said, “please just think about it really carefully. Because once it’s done, it can’t be undone.” The room became quiet again as these last few read more