Fiction About Time Travel Novels & Stories

“Are you telling me that you’re the T. J. that I supposedly killed? The T.J. from my journal? My T.J.?” “I hope I’m still your T.J. because I’m madly in love with you,” he whispered. “You left me a note and then, poof! No phone calls, no letters,” she grumbled. “You have no idea how that pains me. I didn’t expect to be gone that long, but no matter how long I was gone, I wouldn’t have been able to contact you. I know of no telephones or postal services that cross dimensions and time.” “You’re a time traveler?” Her voice showed her skepticism.

And I don’t think she’s at peace with us being romantically over, that I’ve found another love … had found … I lean back on the hard, wooden chairs of the library. My eyes tingle from the constant reading of fine print in dusty books. Surely there must be something to be found somewhere about why time travel is really possible, and how it works when you try to change something in the past. So many writers have written about time travel, so many philosophers have contemplated it, even scientists have looked into it. There must be at least a grain of truth in it, right? I also run into all kinds of conspiracy theories in my research: that the Twin Towers fell by the FBI, that JFK was killed by

She asked cheerfully. "Evan Lynch." Over the next few days, Hannah and I actively tried to figure out the rules of this time-space distortion phenomenon. But the more we investigated, the more confused we became. Sometimes, something placed in one spot would disappear the next second, but if we put something in the exact same place again, nothing would happen. This time-space distortion seemed completely random. It appeared without warning, and the size of the objects it transferred was random too. But there were still some patterns.

I am woken up by a sharp rapping. "Go away, Meena!" frustrated I can't sleep on my vacation. We went to fairy hill yesterday! What could she possibly want to do today that is so important? But the rapping on the door grows insistent. And then it hits me. I'm no longer in Ireland or in the correct century! Meena isn't here! I open my eyes in a panic, seeing nothing but blackness, and I am disoriented. Remembering yesterday's events, I recall I was in a small cell and a cook for a Prince and Princess of Troy!

I will gladly take up the argument that two weeks during school session and two weeks during holidays are not the same. The way time went(quite an understatement)...spinned (now we're talking) off fast baffled me. I watch the seconds-hand move, reassuring myself that we weren't in "Spy Kids: All the Time in World" situation--you know, sci-fi has a knuckle for coming true sometimes, like that of Teleportation did, It is now a possible way of transportation developed by Elon Musk.

, he told me pointing towards the lady who brought me there " The symbols have some of the most incredible powers in them and one of them is time travelling and I know exactly what is happening to you so you just have to go back in time again and have to fix up everything properly”, he again told me " But... “, before I could say anything he intervened " But before you could say anything let me tell you that past means you are not going 100 or 200 years back but just before the day when you got this particular book”, he told me pointing towards my bag which contained the cursed book in it

“I was an organ and I know it since my childhood. But my adopted parents took care of me like I’m their own child. We are very poor. It's hard to get food for even one day. I was having hard days all the years of my life. I never enjoyed a single day. I worked hard to be a professor. Finally found my true love. We both loved each other. I started earning more and everything is finally getting good. I reached home in a satisfied mind to only see that my wife was having an affair. I never cheated on anyone. She never loved me. Soon she left me with all of my belongings and money. That’s not the end. My adopted parents died in a car crash. Everything fell apart eventually. I left with nothing a

When she was done, she caught hold of his hand and they both walked through the mirror through which a portal had been opened. Dr. Michelle Crockett re-examined her notes one more time, trying to discover the failure of her department. The department was called Temporal physics and investigations and dealt in time travel. Not the time travel in the normal since, but on the psionic level. It would allow someone to see history unfold through the eyes of someone living during that time.

That little beautiful blonde female who literally held my heart in the palm of her hand and crushed it to nothing without giving me a real chance. “Smart girl,” he finally said, rubbing his face. I conjured up some mushy horseshit over his head and let it fall. He let go of a hard breath and I watched as he created a minute long time spell to reverse it. Witches had been experimenting with time travel as long as we’d had powers, but hopping back a couple minutes or so was about the longest anyone had ever been able to accomplish. I’d never seen anyone be able to go forward. The closest you could get to the future was visiting an oracle or something like that and hoping they were real.

The forward effect depends more on the strength of your focus towards the destination you chose to visit. Time travel is simply a game of mind and time where the mind is the engine that controls the hands of time either clockwise towards the future or anticlockwise towards the past. The mind is the engine and the hands of time are the wheels. The mind is the ultimate force that controls the impossible destination. The state of the mind was what controlled the path to be travelled and the speed at which the path is to be travelled. The Centre of gravity is the mind and the gravitational field is the source of time.