A Thousand More Years Novels & Stories

"How small a number are we talking about for the start?" "Perhaps a hundred at most initially." Silas turned his cup slowly in his hand. "And the others wait below while this happens?" "They have waited a thousand years," Oscar said simply. "They can wait a little longer if it means coming up properly rather than all at once and creating panic."

"Sasha, there's a limit to how much you can be jealous. Don't challenge my bottom line. Pick up that drink and apologize to Mr. Conley right now. This is an order." Aidan had the nerve to still talk about jealousy. With a mix of despair and rage, Sasha trembled as she forcefully pulled her hand away from Aidan's grasp. "You know what, Aidan? I've never hated myself more than I do right now. Every time I think about the seven years I spent with you, trying to please those clients, enduring their harassment, and bargaining with them, I feel so sick that I want to throw up. "Thank you for finally making me realize that my love for you these seven years was nothing but a joke."

“So, why don’t you have Tatiana on your list?”. I posed, enjoying the fact that he was a little, more-lively than many other chauffeurs I’ve met before. “Tatiana is for the broken hearted”. He turned once more and stole another glance of me. “I hope you are not one of them”. “Do I look like one?”. I asked, hoping as much as I could, that he would not say I looked like any of the broken heart Europeans who travel to Guts Island every year to seek solace in the arms of the sunny city.

“That’s right. The birth of Jesus of Nazareth effectively split time for our modern age. Years were measured differently then, but during the reign of Constantine all of that was changed. All right, anything else?” “The third millennium . . . well a thousand years is one millennium, so wouldn’t that be three thousand years?” “No. The words say at the dawn of the third millennium. So that would be now. We live in this beginning. The first millennium includes the years zero to one thousand, the second from one thousand to two thousand, and now we are in the third. So we are rapidly approaching great devastation and upheaval, the likes of which this world has never seen, correct?” Blakeney prom

"Alright. Why don’t both parties take some time to cool off? The hearing is tomorrow, and the judge will make a ruling." After I got home, I exported all the videos from my phone, then I edited them and added captions. At midnight: The sound of drilling from Unit 601. Footage of Carl stuffing toothpicks into my lock. Mason dumping trash outside my door and hanging the dead rat. At the end, I added a photo of my mother’s shattered urn beside my diagnosis report. I captioned it: "Residents of Unit 601, the Carvers have been harassing and bullying me because I bought my apartment $30,000 below market. They destroyed my late mother’s ashes and attempted to extort $230,000 from me."

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

"Then I'll wait. Take as long as you need to heal, and come back in your own time, just make sure that when you return, you're happy. I'll be here, waiting with open arms." I realised then that I had it all wrong. It's not that he wouldn't miss me, it's that he cared for me more than himself. My happiness meant more to him than his need to have me by his side, I had almost jumped to conclusions. I was gifted. To have this man as my soulmate, I was truly blessed. "Even if I take 10 years?" "Even if you take 100." I coughed out a laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. We'll both probably be dead in 100 years."

“It feels strange. For so long, I was just trying to survive the next day. Now, I actually get to look forward to a whole new year of my life.” Killian smiled, his expression turning deeply serious and full of absolute devotion. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You spent your teens fighting tyrants and saving our people. But this next year? This next year belongs to you. To us. I’m going to make sure your twentieth year is full of nothing but the peace you fought so hard to earn.”

I let it bleed into my tone so he could feel some kind of guilt for doing this to me. My words caused him to look up from his book, staring straight ahead without looking at me. “Five thousand years.” His voice was quiet. “I’ve known you for five thousand years.”

The older Lyra looked at him. You destroyed everything. You weren't supposed to survive. He smiled. Neither were you. Lyra looked between them. What happened here? The older Lyra closed her eyes. After you crossed into the final universe, time moved differently. How differently? One day here... is a thousand years there. Lyra's eyes widened. How long have you been here? The older woman looked at her. Ten thousand years. Lyra's heart broke. And Kael? He died. The black-eyed man smiled.