100 Years Project Anthology

and his grip loosened on the gun. I yanked it and it came free. Before
he could react I travelled back to my own time. I collapsed into my
time, sweating. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I could
still feel the adrenaline coursing through my system.
Over the next few days, I continued to time travel and fix
the past. One day I stumbled upon an event that I had somehow
missed: the 1916 Rising in Ireland. It might not have been significant
for the world, but it was significant to Ireland. People had died in
that Rising, and therefore it was my duty to save their lives and to
hopefully make their future that little bit better. I did my research as
usual, but it took me a bit longer than some other events. There were
so many small battles in this rising and I had to research every one
in order to effectively save lives. When I felt that I was ready to go I
steeled myself and time travelled.
I appeared in a dark room, the green light from my hand
giving a tiny bit of illumination for a few seconds. I stumbled around
in the dark until I found a door handle. I burst out into an alleyway.
I checked my watch. I had found out the exact time that every shot
was fired and I needed to keep to a strict schedule if I wanted to
succeed. I dashed out onto a street and got my bearings. I was on
O’Connell Street, or what is now called O’Connell Street. It was
then called Sackville Street, although people had started to call it