Backward Synonym Novels & Stories

"This is just regular prenatal medicine. Why are you being so paranoid? You didn't protect the child properly, and now you're blaming the medicine?" I smacked the bottle out of his hand. "The pack healer already told me. This is a drug that suppresses perception. Long-term use leads to miscarriage." Liam shook his head wildly and stepped back. "No, that's not possible. Eva said it was just to suppress your bond sensitivity. "She said there were side effects, but it wouldn't cause a miscarriage. At most, it would make you a bit weak. No, that's not possible. That's not possible."

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

"Right. We can be friends, too." "Right," he removes his hand, "We should go. Didn't you sneak out?" "Shit, yeah. I've got to get back to that horrendous party. I mean, the shit they were saying. Shawn, you'd have a fucking aneurysm. I have to go back to that. I mean, I never realized just how pro-Reversal and how ridiculous they all sounded." "Yep," he sighs. "Let's go into that alley," he points.

Johnny said, jaw tight. Lauren blinked, all fake innocence and glossy lips. “It’s a public place, John. You’re not the only one with taste.” “It’s a private reservation,” he snapped. “This is a business dinner.” She glanced toward the table where Minnie sat, composed but clearly trying not to glare a hole through the linen. “Doesn’t look like business,” Lauren purred. “Unless cocoa butter’s part of your quarterly forecast.” Behind her, Dane cleared his throat too loud and mumbled, “She’s got jokes now.”

Nothing happened. "She thought out everything to its finest detail." Angela smiled as she climbed back into the car. "Where are we going? We can't just go back. It doesn't make sense why your mom would block off this tunnel?” Angela reversed and aligned the car, "What are you doing?" And drove, the car's bumper aligning to the horizontal light, a green light flowered across the horizontal light. It was like it was scanning a QR code at the bottom of the car. The door then slides backward, opening up a way to the freeway. The freeway was the same road Angela used to pass every day. She never recognized the closing because there was another road over that exit, leading and that exit spiraling

Both things are true and both are forward. He read the entry back. The word forward appeared often in the journal — it was one of the words the journal had developed, a shorthand for the orientation that the arrangement required and had produced. Forward was the opposite of backward-looking. It was the quality of being oriented toward what was coming rather than what had been. It was the quality of building rather than mourning, of intention rather than regret, of the living thing rather than the dead one.