As Time Goes By Book Novels & Stories

This was obvious by its meticulous movements and the way it carried out its activities, dexterously. While Anderson was reading the mail, his father had already gone to get his necktie for work. Just as Anderson read the concluding line, he got interrupted by his father's voice: “Guess what, Sonny, it's 7:34.” Andy's heart skipped a beat. How was that even possible?! When did time become that fast? Could anything get worse? “One more thing. . . I'm not dropping you at school. Prepare to use your athletic legs for some good running.”

I am known as Lady Eve to many in this time period. After listening to the two British men, I tried to think back to what would be good time periods to reenter my life. My great, great, great mother Dora said I had to go back to that moment in time when she pulled me out. Unfortunately, I couldn’t alter the events that had happened too far to the point of creating a new event to happen. I couldn’t possibly stop them from holding me hostage. However, I could go back in time to do little, small things to ensure I survived the ordeal. In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.

“Dear diary. How can I get away with murder because I might be killing Aiden soon. He brought out his leg and made me trip and fall in the cafeteria. After all that, he decided to mock me and call me clumsy. I was hot with rage and embarrassment. Jason was also there. I wished the grounds could swallow me up.” The following page was about this family trip she went on with her parents a week before college. They went to Bali. It was such a beautiful sight, and her mum never stopped talking about it for months. The flashback made Clara miss her parents again and the bond they shared. Especially her dad, this whole marriage thing has caused so much drift and turbulence. Clara kept flipping thro

Ayla's POV "Have you forgotten all those years and the good times we had together?" I drew my hand back gently and looked at the dried leaves drifting on the Karnell River. "I remember them. When you hurt me time and time again in the past, I kept giving you chances precisely because I remembered those times. "However, you're only reflecting on yourself now. It's too late, Shane. "It's like these fallen leaves." I spread out my palm and caught a yellowing leaf. "Even if I stick it back on a branch… It's not going to come back to life."

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

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.

Baby's Point of View The clock moves at a glacial pace as I count down the minutes till Charles returns. I find time is deadly when my longing for Anthony breaks through. Charles has been using our son to keep me in line, and things are getting harder for me to please him. Also, time seems endless when physical pain strikes every nerve ending. Time. I guess this is what time is for me. It no longer defines the hour of the day. It only determines my psychological feelings. Just like when time is fast when I'm being tested to my core, as of right now, time is very slow as I am being made to wait.

Kays laughs, and I settle comfortably against his chest and begin my story: “Evening fatigue settles on the shoulders like an unbearable weight. Gently swaying, and unpleasantly jolting over potholes, the passengers in the overcrowded minibus sat in gloomy silence, counting the stops until theirs…” _________ Thank you to everyone who read my book. I’m truly grateful to you all. If you enjoyed this story, please join me in reading the second book set in this world. It’s Fisa’s story and is titled When Fate Changes Plans.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.