As Time Goes By Book Novels & Stories

Do you know why I became invisible? The clock nodded slightly or rather brought itself down. Then the watch replied with a smile of satisfaction: - Of course, I know, I can only tell you one thing. Just as she had thought, the past had been changed. That's why you were not born, so you became invisible, an outcast of time. Aurora felt very bewildered. But she realized that perhaps this person in front of her eyes could help her. She tried to calm down and asked him, trying to be polite:

“It gets truer every time you say it.” She looked at him. She breathed. “Come on,” she said. “We are going to be late to James’s dinner.” He took her hand. They walked out of the garden. And somewhere in a city where everything was still in motion, eleven days before the symposium and four months before the trial and thirty-eight pages into a book that had sixty more to go, a story that had been moving for thirty years continued at exactly the speed it required. Forward. Always forward. Into everything that was still coming.

My time gradually filled up with fulfilling hobbies and activities, and my pain faded with time. Just as I thought that everything was moving in the right direction, Charles suddenly reappeared in my life. One night, I had just gotten off work when my phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number. "Cindy, it's me." My heart sank when I heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Cindy, I want to see you," Charles said, his voice cautious and pleading. "I need to talk to you. Can we meet?" "There's nothing left for us to talk about," I said coldly, rejecting him outright.

The narrator plays, once played and will be playing a role in the book. SETTING OF THE SECOND CHAPTER OF TIME IS REBORN Time ; Year : 2018 Month : Unknown Day : Unknown Geographical Location : New York

I turn back around to continue flipping the book’s pages. I stand up from my chair when I feel famish now. I check for the time on my phone and notice that is already twelve-one. I took a deep breath while shaking my head. Did not know that time flies so fast whenever you are reading a good book. Well, time isn’t wasted anyway if I learn something from the book.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Rule I Write (Eliza) Time believes in accumulation. It believes in erosion. It believes in the slow, patient wearing-down of all things that dare to stand still. I have felt it working. Not violently. Not dramatically. Just… persistently. Objects misplaced. Sleep interrupted. Heat sharpened into distraction. My voice taxed for every syllable. Love turned into voltage meant to jolt me into motion. Time thinks in currents. It assumes everything eventually flows.

The next thing would arrive when the space was empty enough, when Don had been outside the book long enough that the book's gravitational pull had lessened and the next thing's gravitational pull could begin. "Give it time," Ernest said. "Yes," Don said. He returned to the novel. The afternoon continued. The January light moved across the east wing floor. The county was quiet. The book was in a box on a courier's truck, traveling toward the publisher's office, traveling toward its readers. The building continued. ---

“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.

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font. "What is the book about?" "History." Delice shrugged while she picked a book off the shelves, putting another in its place. Wasn't that like, going to mess up the order of the books? She had bigger things to worry about right now though. "How long ago? A hundred years? Two years? A thousand?" "10 years ago was the end of the datk times. It lasted more than that though." With a book in her hand, she started swaying to an empty seat by the window side.