A Stich In Time Novels & Stories

he asked while his hand caressed her back, watching her batting eyelashes as she watched her hand roaming on his chest, traveling up to his neck and then coming down, going up and down. Her eyes moved up to go beyond him to the wall where she had spotted a clock last night. She remembered staring at it when she had turned to that side, her leg was pulled in air, his head dipped in her neck and his dick pounding her insides. "Seven thirty" she spoke softly, as if it was just another fact with no necessary meaning that concerned her life. However her eyes, just in the sync of his widened ones, looked into each other, finally realising the cruciality of clock hitting that time.

In the second year after the war, I wrote my sister’s name on the military marriage permit my fiancé gave me. In my first life, I gave up my place at Westbridge University and married Daniel Whitmore after he returned from Europe. He spent our wedding night beside Clara’s sickbed. When the Army transferred him to Washington, he gave her the only Pullman berth and dependent travel pass. Even our son grew up believing Clara suited him better than I ever had. At fifty-three, I lay in a hospital while Daniel and our adult son asked me to sign divorce papers. They wanted me to free him for the woman he had loved too late. When I opened my eyes again, Daniel’s signed permit was in front of me, wit

“What do we do.” The question is practical. Grounded. A question that believes there is still a sequence of actions that leads to safety. I love him for that. I hate time for noticing. I reach for the table and drag a finger through the thin layer of dust left by the morning’s activity. Letters form easily in my head. The motion lags behind, clumsy, like my hands have forgotten their alphabet. STAY comes out STRAY. I stare at it, breath hitching. Time has a sense of humor.

01 00:03]: [Happy New Year… I miss you so much. [2022.Mar.08 15:22]: [I'm going to ask you one last time. Do you want to meet up or not?] [2022.May.20 13:14]: [You'll regret this! What on earth do you like about Ayla? She's just a housewife whose life revolves around the kitchen!] [2022.Jul.30 22:08]: [Please, just say something to me in response…] The last message that Shane had actually read was the one he had sent two years earlier when he broke up with her.

Thinking of this, I did not even bother to greet Hector and immediately ran back to the house. I was really in a hurry. It was so dark that I could not see the road clearly and fell down several times. When I got back, I was so exhausted that I was drained, but I still called Tina immediately. This time, it worked! However, even after it rang five times, no one answered. My heart was in my throat. It was now exactly 10:00 pm. The internet said Tina's time of death was around 10:00 pm, but no one knew the exact time. Perhaps Tina was already dead!

And he was repeating his motion: step, haul, step, haul, over and over, a perfect, silent three-second loop. “An echo,” Kairi breathed. “Not of a person. Of an action. A moment so routine, so charged with unthinking purpose, it’s left a stain on time itself.” “A time-stain,” I repeated, unimpressed. “So, what, we just… scrub it out?”

In a special way that mates should like each other. Swallowing, I scramble for a response, but I can only settle on one. “I like you too.” Time’s head pulls up off my lap, and he looks at me. Through a fringe of dark hair, he looks at me, lips slightly parted. Did I say something I shouldn’t have said? Did I give him an idea that I shouldn’t have? I like Time, for reasons I don’t want to think about, because I know they are out of my control. That’s damn mate bond, surely.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

Eldric replied, "Many things can strain the fabric of time: powerful magics, cosmic events, or even certain decisions made by beings of significant importance. Pinpointing the exact cause is tricky." Maris, deep in thought, mused, "If the fabric is tearing, then the consequences..." "...Could be catastrophic," Eldric finished. "Realities colliding, moments repeating, or even worse, entire timelines being erased." Seraphina, determination evident in her voice, declared, "Then we must repair this tear. Guide us, Eldric." The Time Seer nodded, his fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air. A map of the time web materialized, glowing lines interconnected, but one area pulsed ominously in dark