As Time Goes By Book Novels & Stories

The conversation with Toby was echoing in my head, especially that one word: Time. It sounded so simple when he said it, but to me, it felt like a life sentence. Every second without Jax felt like an hour, and every hour felt like a year. I made it back to my room and locked the door. I threw my bag on the floor and walked over to the window. I kept looking at the empty space in my room where Jax used to fix his stuff whenever he came around. He had taken his hoodie and his extra pair of sneakers he usually keeps there on standby. I sat at my desk and pulled out my textbook. I tried to read, but the words just didn't make any sense. My mind kept drifting back to the first time we met at the

If you really are true, help me get out of here. My breath can't last any longer. Maybe this is really how I'm going to die. I hope so. In the place where I will be, I will forget all the pain I've experienced. Please, just let me remember all the happy memories... just the happy ones. No one's POV "Time is the one who brings changes. Even if we do not want to, it is impossible to keep things the way they used to be." The old man gazed at the moon.

The best thing about time is that it passes no matter what happens. Sometimes it brings cruelty but sometimes it brings peace. After all time doesn't remain same for the whole life. You have to pass through the devastated times in order to become a diamond, pure of any dirt after remaining in it for million of years. "We are getting late Fatima. I have to go to a meeting afterwards too." Abaan's frustrated voice echoed in the corridor as Fatima yelled back.

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She breathed in for five seconds, and breathed out again for five seconds, no longer shallowly, but deeply and full. Jasper moved his hand, and pressed the big, red button of the time machine. And Lila watched him vanish, passively.

Sara replied. “Well, that is true, but we will figure everything out.” He said as he pushed the now bagged items and boxes out of the store to find the light fading in the distance. “You know this was always my favorite time of year, but I never knew why until right now.” “Why right now?” she asked as she looked up to him.

—Flashback— “Bronx, there’s a monster in my closet. Maybe it’s a witch.” I peek into his room. He’s reading a book. I bet it doesn’t have pictures. He says books with pictures are little kid books. I like books with pictures though. Maybe when I’m ten like him, I won’t like picture books anymore? That sounds boring. I’ll like picture books forever. “There’s no monster or witch in your closet.” He keeps reading. “It’s your imagination.”

Time seemed to blur as I lost myself in the story, occasionally glancing out the window and feeling a sense of contentment. Hours passed, and the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light into the room. I marked my place in the book and set it aside, realizing that it was time to rejoin the world outside. Adolph returned from his meeting, his presence filling the room with a sense of familiarity and comfort. As he entered, our eyes met, and I could see the genuine smile on his lips. It was a smile that spoke volumes—a smile that told me he was glad to be back, that he cherished the moments we shared.

I lose track of time as I delve deeper into the secrets hidden within the pages. The hours slip away, as I come to the sudden realization that I have completely lost track of time, engrossed in my research. It dawns on me that I have neglected to nourish myself amidst the sea of knowledge I've been swimming in. Determined to rectify this oversight, I set aside my book and head towards the inviting aroma wafting from the kitchen. There, I find Charlett, my ever-supportive companion, diligently preparing a comforting meal of spaghetti with succulent meatballs.

I could undoubtedly make a big difference if I were to produce this in large quantities. Finally, I put the book down. I wasn't here to bring about change. I just want to grow stronger while managing my tiny city and living my life to the utmost. I was no hero. But I'm not going to be a demon either. When the time comes, I'll choose a side. "Time's up," a voice said. "The tower is ready to be sealed up and the wizards have left for home." When I looked up, there was the man standing guard at the door. I realized it was already dark as I peered out the window. When I was immersed in the novel, time flew by.