Classic Time Travel Books の小説・ストーリー

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

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’

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

Diana added, still unconvinced. "Girl, look, there are many possible contradictions that may occur, okay? After all, a few days ago I thought time travel was just time-warping fiction, but here we are, so bear with me, okay? See, the logical consistency of time travel largely depends on the concept of time, and physicists have many different ways of conceptualising time. For example, if some laws of physics are considered probabilistic rather than precisely determined, it opens the possibility of multiple outcomes from a trip back in time, some of which may not be contradictory."

The entire concept of Sýnnefa discovering time travel through the notes of an old man who was probably doped up on something when he wrote out his drivel was a ridiculous one. It simply laid out several old enough concepts on theoretical physics and referenced musings to somehow managing to undo the damage of a stick hitting a bunch of balls on table, undoing the destruction of their carefully arranged formations, and then listing a few equations with arrows between them all with a few hastily scribbled out, half baked nonsensical notes. It was impossible to possibly know why they were really here, because, despite how megalomaniac the Sýnnefan Empire was, they weren't going to uncover the

He really was good at Calculus, not that I was going to tell him that anytime soon though. I stuffed the folder into my bag as well and with a shrug, I stuffed my ancient copy of Cyanide by Ludwig Singer along with it. It was my favorite book in the whole world, I had had it since I was fourteen and I had this belief it brought me luck and the good Lord knew I needed all the luck in this world to scale the next fourteen days. 6:12AM. I still had time to kill, literally I wish I could kill time. It'd be nice to be able to control time, to switch the hands of the clock forward and backwards at will. To go back to correct some mistakes, to experience some things once again.

"Elijah, just translate 20 pages of that book…we don't have time…also as payments, all this book..are free, and also take 3 gold coins from him...." I want to visit an alchemy store after this, that's why I don't really want to spend a lot of time in here. Since he said that he will pay for the translation, why not take advantage of it. Elijah states the conditions which the old man immediately agreed, as for me I just decided to go deep into the storybooks, while every now and then listening to their translations. The old wizard grim was obsessed and fascinated by Elijah's smooth and clear translations while repeating 'Oh God!' and 'Amazing' again and again. Apparently, the book was about F

“Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.” It’s the same old thing. I’ve heard of this story a lot of times that a person perusing this would have imagined. I’ve also heard her reminders about me not touching it countless times in my life. But even after hearing the same reason over and over again, I don’t have the slightest idea as to what is the real purpose of time manipulation. Is it to return to the past? Or to manipulate the present? Or then again to venture out to see what's to come? Or perhaps… to keep away from death. Time, in a sense, is ceaseless and my mother’s not the first person who attempted and is st

Leading the way into the living room, she added, "And there's a couple of new radio shows that debuted last month. Nothing that stands out though. I think you're right. I miss Alias Jimmy Valentine too." "Oh! Not there, please, Lily! Those have to go back to the library." With an annoyed flick of a brow, Lily lifted her coffee mug to give Evelyn time to move the books aside. "The Roman Revolution. Diplomacy," she commented drily, tilting her head to one side, reading the titles along the book spines. "The Empire of the Steppes. The Wimsey Papers. Why can't you just read Agatha Christie like everyone else?"

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old