37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

"The rest is yours to hear in August." I looked at her. "August," I said. "Seventy-something days." "Seventy-three," I said. She looked at me. "You counted," she said. "Last week sometime." I held her eyes. "It helps to know." "Does it make it feel closer or further?" "Closer." I paused. "Seventy-three is manageable." She looked at the garden around us. "Seventy-three days," she said. "And then the orchard."

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

"Last week. What date would that be?" She frowned. "Well, probably on the Twenty fifth or twenty sixth." Today is Friday, the twenty-seventh day of September, how was the Twenty fifth last week? Shouldn't she have said, two days ago? "Ok ma. The twenty sixth of which month?” Ezekiel probed. She looked at him like he was dumb but I was beginning to suspect what the problem was too . "The twenty sixth of April, you dumbass." April? April!!!!! Today is the 27th day of September, what was she talking about?

“Honestly, that’s fair.” “Is it?” “We altered the rules on him,” Oscar reasoned. “It’s only fair we reset the counter. So... today is Day 1 he has 59 days to go.” “Uhh…..I think it might be more than that”. I rubbed my neck, trying to find the best way to tell him. “Am I missing anything?” Oscar asked looking confused. “It’s 90 days now….” I dropped the bombshell. His eyes widened in shock. “90 fucking days!!! Matt what were you thinking?” My brother yelled out.

"I was told you had a phone message for me on your automated system. The name is Jim Davis. Unfortunately, I have forgotten the three-digit access code. If you could help me, I would be most grateful." The operator paused, Confused. "I'm sorry, sir. Your message must be quite old. That system was removed two years ago for security precautions. Moreover, all the access codes were five-digit. "You have no automated system?" "No, sir. Any message for you would be handwritten in our services department. What was your name again?" But the man had hung up. Andrie Romano felt dumbstruck as he paced the banks of Seine. He was certain he had seen Jim dail a local number, enter a three-digit code, and

We reached the east wing. Two guards stood outside a room. One of them opened the door. Inside, a man sat tied to a chair. His face was bruised, but he was conscious. He lifted his head when we entered. His eyes immediately found Luca. Then moved to me. His expression changed. He stared at me for several seconds. Then whispered, “She's alive.” I froze. Luca stepped in front of me. “Who are you?” The man laughed weakly. “I've been waiting twenty years to see her.”

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Day 28 Military Base 6:00 AM Agent Collins didn’t knock. She opened the door. With a calendar. A big one. Red X through 28 days. 20 she said. 20 days until November 3rd. 20 days until you walk into that courtroom and the world watches. Nico and I sat up. Instantly awake. From today, she said. No more light days. No more breaks. We train like the trial is tomorrow. Because it might as well be.

Ash moves next to her, and strokes her face with the back of a finger, “But now, we need to seem sad. So, I’m going to say something mean, but I’ll take it back as soon as I can.” She raises an eyebrow, “I need to have some time off from sex with you. I just need a little time; we’ve been moving so fast. I mean we’ve only known each other for eleven days.” She nods seriously,