Back To The Future A Novel Novels & Stories

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

Hi! My novel, 'From The 28th Century' had reached 100+ chapters which I did not expect. I just wanna say that I'm not good at writing romance stories, so the romance here might be a little off. I'm still learning and hope I could achieve writing a romance story. :)))) Everything about this story was all of my imaginations, so it is quite different from the other cultivation stories. This is my first story and I cannot promise that this would be a perfect novel. I admit there are tons of mistakes, but I would do my best to improve.

I ran to the back of the house and sat against the wall breathing heavily. “Why’d you run? I took my gracious time and didn’t search for you anywhere except here. We grew up in this place here gurl.” Ayo appeared in front of me and sat down cross-legged facing me touching our knees together. I glared at him. “Thought you’d be smart enough to recreate our childhood memory of you snatching my candy and running all the way to the other house.” I crossed my arms across my chest. “I’m sorry Fey, don’t be mad.” He pouted.

It was… it was the first time I had seen him to be in this state. “Why are you crying?” I mumbled as I saw the tears that were now falling from his cheeks. It was… pouring out with no stop. “Oh, shit…” He cursed as soon as he realized what he had just done. But still… This… doesn’t make sense. How can he remember that when in this future that never happened? How can he have the memories of me in that time… did he also come back to the past? But how? And… those visions I had, the small lights, the portraits, those images of me talking in my dream… are they all connected?

Wrestling with this tragic and infuriating ending, I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard static. It was as if the world had been paused. A robotic, emotionless voice rang out inside my head. "Beep! Caleb Johnson, the deceased protagonist of a tragic novel, has been detected. Resentment levels have exceeded the critical threshold of 99.9%. Temporal Rewind Protocol activated." The world before my eyes began to fracture piece by piece. Countless points of light gathered into a tunnel of time. The system's voice rang out one last time, clear and decisive in my head. "Welcome back to the beginning of the story, Caleb. This time, you get to control your life."

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]

The worst part of it all was that it was becoming increasingly real, with everything I used during this stage of my life so weirdly intact. Everyone was at different aisles, checking out what looked good for them. Occasionally, Bernice would walk over with something she thought the colour of would fit me, but I always said no each time. I wasn't interested in shopping. I just needed answers. How can I go back? If time traveling was possible because the future already existed, would I create a new future for myself if I did things differently from now? If not, What's the point of being back here? The future would be happening somewhere else and I would be here, stuck in the past? "Bernice, I

he explained softly as they followed an exhibit attendant through a back entry. As they were brought into a darkened room, Evelyn heard a voice expound, “Come tour the future with General Motors!” Taking her spot beside Mr. James in the two-seat conveyor cars with another five-hundred-fifty-two spectators at once, they took the third of a mile winding path through the exhibit ride, an eighteen minute magic carpet-like flight with an expansive panoramic view of the imaginary city of 1960, Futurama.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

The pain was real. Anomaly 10: The Rewind. Time jumped back 30 seconds. Anomaly 11: Cale. He was watching. He looked tired. He wrote a new note at the bottom of the page. Theory: He isn't predicting the future. He is changing the past. Elion closed the book. He looked at the traffic light. It turned red. A taxi screamed through the intersection, exactly like in his vision. But this time, the crosswalk was empty. Elion shivered.