219 Days From Today Novels & Stories

“When’s yours?” “Hmm…” “Wait, are you thinking about it?” “It’s not something that comes easily… The 22nd.” “Which month?” “August.” I say, remembering it fully. My parents had called it the worst day of their life for the past 17 years. That alone had helped in the memorizing process, but not very effectively. “Oh, that’s… Wait, did you say the 22nd of August?” “Yeah.” “Isn’t that, like, exactly a week from now?”

"Ouch again. Well, it is thirteen days from today." "On a fucking Saturday?" "Yes. And it also appears that my rut cycle shall me very, very close to that date."

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I pressed the home button again as Siri responds, “What can I help you with?” “What is the date today?” I questioned. “It’s the 21st of June, 2022.” I exhaled heavily and realized that it has been two weeks since we went camping in Sunset Beach but it felt so awfully weird because it didn’t feel like two weeks. I remember clearly what I did yesterday and the day before yesterday but I still felt queasy. I groan in confusion as I feel the growing headache getting a little bit more troublesome for me.

He had a lot of people to write to. data-p-id=8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e,style=text-align:left;,*** data-p-id=14da9fa5d5bffe76714efa73d166289c,Five days. data-p-id=eab4dd15aafad84892e28d81f9e30fcc,Five days of waiting.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

“That day will never come.” “Okay, stop. Why are there harsh words between a father and a son?” Mrs. Winters said with a smile. “Since all the children are here, let’s discuss the date for the engagement. I just checked on the Internet, and there are three auspicious days this year. They are the sixth of next month, the fifteenth of the month after next month, and the eighteenth after that.” Harold smiled cheekily. “I think the sixth of next month is pretty good!”

— no doubt one of the neighbors is hoping to get some yard work done. It was a Saturday right in the middle of September — the welcome transition between summer and fall when the weather was neither hot nor cold, just pleasant. The eighteenth of September; a few days away from the twenty-first, the technical first day of autumn, yet the sun shined outside as if it couldn't care less. The eighteenth of September. My birthday.

Weaknesses I’m hoping to exploit. Too bad he hasn’t come to check on me in a while, instead sending one of his brothers to deliver my meals and keep an eye on me. Coward. I’ve officially lost track of days. Have I been here for a week? A month? It’s really too hard to say, but one thing’s for certain—I’m getting fucking anxious. I know Dad said he needed time to rally the troops and figure out a way to extract me, but what’s taking so long? I want to get out of here. I want to sleep in a fucking bed. You never really appreciate the little things until they’re gone. “What’s today’s date?” I ask Damien. He peeks up over the edge of his phone. “August seventh,” he answers after a moment.

After a brief pause, he answered, "Four days. We leave in two." "Nice," Susan said, her voice warm with admiration. "That’s huge. Congratulations in advance." Jonathan clapped his hands together. "Double celebrations, then! Dominion High’s finest heroes deserve nothing less." Adrian smirked, shaking his head slightly. Four days. The countdown had begun.