A Stich In Time Novels & Stories

He says close to my ear. " What are we doing Reece?" I question. " What is all this?" He pulls his head back to look at me, burying his fingers in my hair. My breath hitches, when he rests his forehead against mine. " I need to do something first, but in the mean time, give me time and then we can figure it out." " Reece -----------" " Skylar." His thumb on my lips, causes my heart to skip a beat. " Time, that's what we need, in things concerning us."

He makes a low growl sound and bites the bottom of his lip. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the picnic table talking and occasionally making out. As the sun starts to set we slowly head back to the apartment. It's about seven o'clock when we finally get there. Ant opens the door. He and Tammy just started Interview with a Vampire. Lestat just turned Louis. Cool, at least she won't be running her mouth. "Kiss and make-up?" Tammy said sarcastically

Alexander was mad at her now… She knew she must apologize to him. She wiped her tears away before letting out a sigh, she has to apologize now. Time is very important for her so she wouldn’t waste another minute weeping. She took a bath and fixed herself, before deciding to bake some cookies. She wanted to give some for him as a sorry gift. She watched video tutorials on how to make the cookies and she didn’t think that it would be very hard. She followed the video, step by step and measured the ingredients precisely and put it in the oven.

Stacy's P. O. V I stirred a bit before opening my eyes. Yawning, I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I had stayed in Terrance home last night after having hot chocolate. We talked a bit.... No not a bit, a lot and by the time I checked the time, it was already late. He asked me to stay for the night which of course I didn't decline, how could I? My dreams of being with Terrance were finally coming true! I smiled sheepishly.

*Snap* A sound, like someone snapping their fingers, was made as a Metalic echo range in the stilled silence. As one.. everyone with their six arms, oddly shaped lower halves, and elongated heads. All crawled and Dashed over the bent seating to my general location. They layered themselves onto us as if to embrace us as tightly as they could with me as their center. The Mist dissipated into nothingness as the last one locked themselves onto us as they gripped the flooring, the chair, and each other to make sure no gaps where in-between them just as darkness enveloped the cabinet as the gravitational pull disappeared and gravity became zero.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt an excruciating pain in the stomach. It was raining outside. I checked the time and realized I must have been reborn and transported back to the day when I developed acute pancreatitis after heavy drinking. Acute pancreatitis, when triggered, was extremely painful and potentially fatal. Recognizing the early symptoms, I drove myself to St. George Hospital nearby. Only the emergency department was open late at night. The doctor looked up when he read my name. With a frown, he asked, "Harper Gregson?"

“Just a little time... to make up for the past few days.” Alina bit her lip, feeling torn between her responsibilities and the overwhelming desire to stay with him. “Maybe... I could push a few things back,” she admitted. “That’s more like it,” Anton said, his eyes dark with intensity. “Because I’m not leaving your side today.” As Alina called her assistant to rearrange her schedule, Anton sat on the bed, feeling the tension of the past days melt away. The surprise had worked, and now, all that mattered was making the most of the time they had together.

"I don't need to see the flip side. I saw the side he chose to show me. That's what's important." The old man smiled, and turned to leave, unintentionally dropping something from his pocket. "You left something." I said, making no move to pick it. "I don't leave things behind. I gave it to you." I sighed. "By throwing it down on the floor?" "You can step on it if you want," He said with a nonchalant shrug. His expression hardened however, as he pointed a finger at me, as if about to warn me. "But be careful. The threads of time are not to be stepped on like that. They can glitch too."

“Silly Kianna. You are more than what you think you are” Pinching my cheeks he gets back to his work after stealing a kiss from me. This guy… Looking back on my computer, I may seem to not do anything but… there is one thing I am trying to figure out. About that strange thing that happened to me. I mean… it is so unbelievable. Even gadgets such as time travel aren’t something that exists. But… why would that thing happen to me? Even the things that happened in the past that I recreate, in this timeline… it is gone. Like the farm orphanage for example.

something outside time. The space stuttered. Just slightly. because now something didn’t align. didn’t reverse. didn’t undo. “You cannot stabilize undefined origin,” the presence said. The words sharper now. less certain. good. because that meant it couldn’t reach it. “You can rewind everything else,” I said. The words steady. grounded. “But not what it meant.” The space cracked. subtle. but real. because now meaning remained. Zayden form steadied. Just slightly. because now he had something to hold onto. something that existed beyond time.