User:A LINK IN TIME
Biography
I'll keep it succinct for now although I'll probably add more information later.
I was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois and have since lived in the surrounding suburbs. I currently live with my mother, father, two brothers, and grandmother.
My schooling history has been one of various medals, certificates, and acknowledgments, and am currently top of the class senior in high school.
ZD Time
I started using the main site in late 2008/early 2009. I came for the walkthroughs, stayed for the curiosity shop, and ever since have been commenting avidly on news posts and the forums. I now wish to make major contributions to the site wiki.
Fan Fiction
I thought I'd toss in a fan fiction section here. Every week expect a new read. Great place to be if you're bored. This is one of my favorites I submitted for Garo's WCC:
The Power of Flight
The Wright brothers gaped at the opening clearing before them. They had finally harnessed the power of the birds or so they thought. What da Vinci had pioneered, they had perfected.
“Orville, are you sure this contraption is safe to pilot?” Wilbur inquired in his usual dull tone.
“Most certainly, brother; you have nothing to worry about. We’ve been preparing for this day for years”.
The beach stretched before their eyes. Would the waters swallow their flights or would they soar? The calculations had been precise but with machinery there was always an unknown. The weather might be poor, a part might break, delayed reaction time might result in permanent maiming.
Trying to suppress these thoughts, Orville boarded the plane. Constructing it had been no easy task as car engines were no fit for the job. Yet after many hardships the task was complete. Zipping his jacket, Orville boarded the machine. It was chilly but not frosty outside, a pleasant December afternoon.
“Let it rip!” Orville exclaimed. Off he went. The sensation was unparalleled, the glider lifting off the ground. The adjacent Kitty Hawk loomed far below, he could hardly discern the houses. The flight was over sooner than it had started but the experience was among his life’s most satisfying.
“How about it, Wilbur? Want to give it a spin? “
“Most certainly, brother; I promise I’ll outdo you”.
The plane prepared for liftoff once more.
3-2-1-launch.
It glided longer than ever before. One revolution around the beach, two, three; Orville smiled catching a hint of a wink from his brother up above.
“We did it, we did it. If birds can soar then man can too.”
Wilbur touched down joining his brother for the celebration. How different it was to travel in air than on land or sea. Their life dream had been fulfilled. A seagull landed on the sand several meters from them. It was an unusual season to see one perched. Perhaps it was a sign. Yes, a sign. A sign of equality and recognition from the people of the skies.