70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Novels & Stories

Flashback*** Six years ago I opened my eyes a little due to the annoying ring of my alarm clock, I sat up on my uncomfortable bed and checked the time, my eyes opened wide when I saw 7:00am, I must have accidentally set it to 7am instead of 6am, I have to be in school before 8 and the witch won't let me leave without doing the house chores.

“It's seven pm, we've been here for almost an hour.” I looked at them in surprise for a while before looking away from the microwave and confirming what they were saying. "Good heavens, I slept a lot...” "It was only fair for you to rest,” Gena commented next to me, "You have hardly slept since the accident." "But now he woke up,” I murmured smiling for the first time since my birthday party ended. "He woke up...” I broke into a strange cry, half hysterical laughter, half heartbroken cry.

he says confidently, turning to face me with his hands in his pockets. “Then start at the beginning.” “I woke up at 3 am this morning–” “Exactly 3 am?” “Does it matter?” He asks in confusion. “Every minute matters, so I’d like you to be as specific as possible,” I instruct. “I believe the clock said 3:08.” I nod, “Continue.” “I woke up because I heard the sound of breaking glass. I rushed downstairs and saw a man in all black and a ski mask rushing out the patio door with my Roman vessel in his arms.”

Sade I woke up. My body’s alarm clock was set, despite the fact I had only fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. I turned my head to see Trent’s peaceful face. He was still sound asleep. I was not going to get out of bed. The internal alarm clock was just going to have to shut up. The blanket was around my waist, exposing my arms. The AC was working overtime, and I was suddenly freezing.

He didn’t. ‘Then,’ he said, ‘one day I woke up and realized I was twenty-two years old and still doing exactly what I had done when I was eighteen. I hadn’t grown. I hadn’t changed. And I was living from pay-day to pay-day like a kid, only I wasn’t a kid any longer.’

I wake up the next morning, shocked that I slept so well. It’s been a long time since I haven’t woken up listening for someone to bang on my door in the middle of the night or try to break in to get us. At first when I wake, I’m completely disoriented. It takes me a moment to remember everything that happened yesterday. Has it really only been one day? I can’t believe that less than 24 hours ago, I was putting Meadow and Tate on a bus. It feels like I lived a week in the last day.

, he said with a mischievous smirk as he pulled a chair over and sat right in front of me. " How are you still alive?", I asked now having more rage in me than fear. Like, I really detested the sight of this guy! " It's quite the long story", he said, " frankly, I did think I was dead. Then I woke up at the hospital. Turns out I was lucky and instead of dying, entered into a coma for a year. I miraculously woke up last year and the only thing on my mind was to return the favor" ,he said.

he snaps his finger on my face. “Yeah. You’re alive!” “Yes, I am. Just trapped inside that notebook for fifty years. But thanks to you, I am free.” “Oh,” I actually don’t know what to say. I shook my head and slapped my face to check if I was sleeping. But that hurts, so I am wide awake.

No. This was not how things were supposed to turn out. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I felt relief wash over me. Someone was alive. I hadn't killed everyone. I turned and fell to the ground in shock. It was me looking back at me. But not really. He was younger. Almost eleven. "Alpha. It is time." He, I said. "Time for what?" I asked. I was horrified by how foreign and hollow my voice sounded. "Time to wake up." He said

Mary's pov. Twenty-seven minutes had passed since I collapsed under the weight of tragic news and when I woke up, disoriented. The twins and Jane were hovering above me as I lay on the bed. Confused, memories about Johnson's hospital call flooded my mind suddenly causing an overwhelming urge to escape from all this sorrow.