Backwards B Novels & Stories

Minus “Well, that could’ve gone better,” Cutter said, as he walked around his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of Jim Beam and small black medical bag. The type old timey doctors took on house calls back in the day. “There should be some bandages and ointment and shit for your face in here. You can use my bathroom to clean up,” he said, handing me the bag and motioning to the bathroom door. “Cutter, what the fuck—”

Then Ophelia spoke again. “Run it back.” The room hesitated. Even the system seemed reluctant. The woman frowned. “Why?” “Because something doesn’t fit.” “The attack failed.” “That’s not what I’m looking at.” A beat. “Run it back.” Silence stretched through the chamber. Then the system responded. The displays shifted. Data streams reversed. Events unfolded backward. Entire minutes of activity rewound themselves. The attack replayed. Frame by frame. Every intrusion. Every response. Every decision.

Together. There’s no turning back now.

She looked at the screen, Benjamin's name showed up saying 'did you get home safe? “Yes, I got home safe. What about you?” Kathilyn replied back, and she waited for him to reply but no answer. She waited until her eyes felt heavy and fell asleep.

walkthrough, the silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic whispers of assistants and the sharp click of expensive shoes on the marble floor. ​I stood behind the secondary camera, my hands steady only because of years of practice, though my chest felt like it was collapsing. He was right there—barely ten feet away. I could see the familiar curve of his jaw and the way his hair caught the light, but the warmth was gone. He looked like a statue carved from ice.

Forward," he said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" They walked back to camp.

Minnie adjusted the hem of her oversized flannel jacket, nervously tugging it lower as she stood at the front door. The black combat boots on her feet were scuffed at the toes, her magenta-dyed curls tucked under a knit beanie she almost didn’t wear—but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to walk into her father’s house without some sort of armor. She already knew what was waiting on the other side: her stepmother’s passive-aggressive glances, her sister’s glossy pity, and her father’s complete lack of noticing anything beyond whatever team was playing on the living room screen.

the young man replied. "Young Master! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! This is my fault that we got into this accident!" a middle-aged man continuously apologized as he kept on bowing to the young man. The driver clearly saw that it was the "go" sign, so he pressed on the gas handle. However, in blindsight, someone suddenly rushed in front of the car, resulting in a collision and accident. Thus, the driver could not help but tremble, knowing that someone could possibly die at this moment due to him.

Bill laughed. “Fuck you Bill!” John barked back at him, “there’s no way my darling Mesa, would stoop so low to your height.” John laughed. “Well listen Bill, you might not know what hit jaar.” He laughed. “Enough talk about my wife, look, I found something on the way back from the river.” John reported, drawing near to him. “If you’re trying to fool me with jaar… furcking game. Jaa mistaken and fuck off!” Bill yelled back turning off to leave.