68 Days From Today Novels & Stories

“Well, awkward, but who am I?” I let out a small chuckle along with her. “Uh, well, you’re Isabelle Smith.” She nodded. She seemed to be taking all this too well—almost like it was just a little incident with no harm. “Uh, do you need anything?” I asked after a moment of silence as her eyes examined her surroundings. “Um, what—what day is it today?” She shifted her eyes toward me and asked. “Well, it’s Tuesday,” I said, “Um, 8th August of 2023.”

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."

🦋 BENITA 🦋 This morning is exceptionally strange, even more so than the countless weird mornings before it. Today is the 25th of September, 2024, a day I absolutely refuse to accept. If only night could stretch on indefinitely and day could be cut short—or better yet, if there should be no day at all. I couldn’t help but think something terrible was going to happen, and deep down, I was preparing myself for it. No bad news was going to meet me unaware again.

I ask after a while "Nah, you didn't, thankfully. It's in three days. Today is the 28th. It's happening on the last day of the month, the 31st. The Council already brought a notice to that effect, you woke up just in time." She says, flashing me a smile of relief. "A lot has happened while you were unconscious." She continued saying "Oh!... A lot like what?" I ask with a frown, already praying in my mind it wouldn't be something bad

I could do it. I moved to my room, but I paused, retracing my steps back to the calendar I just passed. It seems the old owner didn't take everything. My eyes were fixed on a particular date as if I stared at it hard enough it would disappear, but it remained the same. Thirteenth. That was exactly ten days from today, and it was going to be a full moon that night. Now I knew whoever was in charge of the world was fucking with me. “Ten days from today,” I whispered as if saying it out loud would make it register.

I reply, happy with myself for not saying something stupid. "Well thanks," he says with a small grin. "When's you're birthday, I mean I know your twenty-three already. "August twelfth," I tell him. "It's June now, right? I really need to get a phone or something so I can keep track of the days." "Today is June sixteenth," he tells me. "And I'll get you a phone, don't worry about it." "I'll pay you back," I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Dylan Thomson's first love, Jocelyn Wilkes, had returned from Northia. That day, he poured me a cup of water with sweet clover added to it and handed it to me. "The silver venom has penetrated her bones. She only has 21 days left and wants to spend her last days of life with me." He spoke very calmly, as if he were talking about the weather that day. There was no trace of emotion in his voice at all. I frowned. "At a time like this, she should be looking for the pack's elders, shouldn't she? Why is she looking for you?"

one of them asked, giggling. "Tomorrow… that’s the 8th, right? Yeah, I’m off. We could go to that brunch place downtown." The 8th. My hands stilled, the paper towel crinkling loudly as I crushed it without realizing. That day. A cold wave rushed through me, leaving a chill I couldn't shake. My eyes flicked to the calendar pinned to the breakroom wall. April 8th. My breath caught in my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. I didn't even need a reminder. My body remembered before my mind does.