Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

Theo says. “We do have a way, she has been communicating with us this whole time, we just dont know the language,” I grin and tap my chest over my heart. “When her heart rate rises and then falls three times in a row you have one hour to get here and hold it open for us,” I say. “Time moves differently there so one hour here would be thirty minutes there,” “This seems risky, but I'm in. We have to try,” Mason nods. “In the meantime I think we should have every molecular manipulator here, working on a way to permanently open this crack,” Deacon nods.

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

He looked at my eyes seriously and that also made me more serious to listen to him attentively. "The Clepsydra. An hourglass but not the usual one. It contains water instead of sands. That's what they used to manipulate time," he said while looking at me directly at my eyes. Clepsydra? I haven't heard that word yet. I don't even have an idea of whatever it is if Cayden didn't tell me what it is. It's just new to me and just by how mysterious its name is, I know that it'll give us a hard time having it or whatever he's planning to do with it. But wait... Did he just tell me things about time?

However, she reminded herself that most businessmen, whatever the rank, had always demanding schedules, and as a college student conducting interviews, she was likely not a high priority for many professionals. Florence looked up at the clock, her heart sinking as she realized it was past four o’clock in the afternoon. Feeling defeated with what happened, she pulled off her earphones, placed it along with her mini iPod shuffle in her bag, and gathered her belongings from her lap, her eyes welling up with tears. She had wasted her time here, and the frustration and disappointment were overwhelming inside her.

Her lips trembled as she muttered, "No, that's not possible. I remember she looked fine… That day, she was still so radiant…" Indeed, my injuries didn't look serious from the front. There were just a few light scrapes I got from protecting Linda. At that moment, I had held her close, using my body to protect her from the rogue's hammer. That so-called "radiance" Mom remembered was nothing more than a last burst of adrenaline. It was my final flash before death. She was the healing center's chief healer. If she'd cared enough to look at me properly, she would have noticed it. However, she never spared me a proper glance from beginning to end.

I am just twenty five years old and in the middle of my youthful life. On that fateful night, I have just finished my overtime work. I was briskly walking out of the office to catch the last bus home when a car hit me out of nowhere. I did not even have time to feel the pain. My body flew like a rag doll and hit the ground hard, then I was unconscious. By the time I opened my eyes, I was already lying on a hospital bed, fighting for my life with all the life supporting machines that were attached to my body. I cannot move my body at all, I was paralyzed.

“I understand that you came to end what you don’t understand.” The Council tensed. And then— The mirror cracked. Time seemed to slow, the sound sharp and crystalline, echoing around the sanctum like a warning bell. The air vibrated with power as the fracture spiderwebbed outward, touching every surface. Not the shard. Not the Crown. Every reflective surface in the room. Shattered. Exploded. Each fragment showing a different version of Autumn: faces shifting like water, each expression a new possibility. In some she looked innocent, in others fierce or remorseless, every fragment a truth that refused to be denied.

So she asked: – What if I interact, touch, or stubbornly want to say something to my mother? The watch coldly replied, the mechanical words without sympathy: – Because she is affected by the paradox of time, if your mother had strong contact with an outcast like you, her memories of the other timeline would be awakened.

“No.” Her eyes sharpen. “You don’t understand the cycle. You were never meant to exist alone. The halves were created to be reabsorbed. Balance restored. Order restored.” Heat rises under my skin moonfire trying to flare. My voice shakes with anger. Or maybe fear. “I’m not a fragment.” “You are exactly a fragment,” she says simply. “And all fragments return.” A force wraps around my chest gentle but unbreakable like invisible hands trying to pull me forward.

Lena held the shimmering particle in her fingers as the world shook around them. She sensed its pulse, a soft yet potent rhythm that spoke of life and hope, synchronizing with her own. The commotion was broken by Erin's voice. “Lena, we have to move! This place is falling apart!” Lena hesitated, staring at the fragment. She could feel Caleb’s essence within it, a piece of him that remained, defying the darkness that had tried to consume him. With a deep breath, she nodded, slipping the fragment into her pocket.