Ally Threads Novels & Stories

Feeling the shift in the air, Zoe quietly slipped away. The word "ex-husband" hit Nathan like a sudden blow. His hopeful demeanor crumbled, giving way to crushing despair. Even his posture sagged ever so slightly. At the cafe just outside the office, the beautiful roses he carried caught everyone's attention. Unfortunately, he'd overlooked something important—I was extremely sensitive to both scents and pollen.

threads. Thin, glowing threads of light connecting people to each other. Different colour and intensity at which they burn. They floated in the air like spider webs made of pure energy. He could see a bright thread connecting him to Layla. A thread of friendship, something told him in his head, warm and steady. He could see threads connecting other students at different tables. Some threads were bright and strong. Others were thin and weak. And everywhere, flowing through the cafeteria like invisible rivers, were streams of energy…like Life force. The power that kept everyone alive.

“It’s reacting to us. It’s alive.” She froze. Alive. The thought clawed at her sanity. Threads weren’t supposed to have awareness. But these did. They pulsed in rhythm with her own heartbeat, then skipped, adjusted, coiling tighter, mirroring Kael’s motions, then something… else. Something alien, calculating, patient. Then it struck. The threads surged violently, wrapping around both of them. Not binding. Not restraining. But fusing.

Ninety-two threads. Waiting. Working. Believing. For the first time I believed it myself.

On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All

But every web began with a single thread. Tonight, I finally tested one. And it had held.

The function running. The work continuing. Three days for Marcus. Sixty days for Chen. The threads reconnecting. One at a time.

Do follow and vote. Till then Adios

I'll cover the delivery cost. Do let me reply as soon as you see this. Sasha. She hit reply. And reread the mail. One thing about these technologies is the way they provide a suitable avenue for lying. She smiled. She was still rereading the mail she had just sent when a mail popped up on her screen. It was from Linda. "Was she waiting for my messages?" Sasha muttered, bewildered. She clicked on the notification and it opened. Linda had wrote back to her saying: