Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

"Time is a river, flowing from the past to the present, shaping the future. It is a tapestry woven by the choices of every being." The Time Oracle nodded. "Correct. To unravel time's mysteries, you must understand its threads. I shall grant you a glimpse into the past, the present, and the myriad possibilities of the future."

Through me. The world explodes into light. Sound vanishes. Time fractures. For a single, endless second, I feel everything. The door. The presence beyond it. The fragment in front of me. And the part of me it chose. Then— It snaps. The connection breaks. Clean. Sharp. Final. The fracture in the sky collapses instantly. The light vanishes. The pressure disappears. Silence crashes down around us. Real silence. Heavy. Complete. My knees give out. I barely feel the ground when I hit it.

A faint smirk touched her lips “Compared to them?” A pause “Yes.” That didn’t comfort me at all The Other Fragments Began Moving Slowly. Cautiously. But their focus It was on us “We don’t have time,” she said. “If they decide to act” “They won’t wait,” I finished. Sam Stirred Slightly Beside Me “You… always attract trouble…” I Let Out a Breath Relief flooding back Even in the chaos. “You should see your timing,” I replied softly. His Eyes Barely Opened

LUCIAN The moment my foot slipped from the cliff’s edge, time fractured into fragments—suspended between the snapping of branches, the rush of wind, and the sickening realization that there was no way of stopping what was coming. Tree limbs tore at my body as I went down, sharp, relentless claws of bark and splinters shredded through my flesh and fabric. Then, everything went still for a heartbeat before my back slammed against the earth with a deafening, brutal crack. Pain flared bright and immediate—and then, darkness followed.

The walls pulsed faintly as if something alive was trapped inside them. My breath hitched. “Spirits,” Kael whispered. He was right. Relics lined the chamber, each glowing faintly, each containing swirling light that looked disturbingly like souls trying to escape. Finally, at the center of the room, I saw it. A shard of a mirror, suspended above a stone pedestal. The edges shimmered like liquid silver. “The Mirror Fragment,” I said quietly. The moment I touched it, the world vanished. My breath ripped out of my lungs. A violent pull seized my body, dragging me through time itself. Images flashed around me a castle hallway.

I see the yearning in their eyes, the desperate desire to return to a simpler existence where reality itself wasn't in constant flux. "We could go back," Marcus suggests, his voice heavy with temptation. "Find a way to restore—" "No," Luna's voice cuts through the murmur, carrying the weight of cosmic certainty. "Those fragments are unstable. Attempting to restore them would trigger a cascade failure across all realities." But I see something else in the rift, something that chills me to my core. The fragments aren't just preserved—they're dying. Without connection to the greater whole of existence, they're slowly fading, like photographs left in the sun.

I said quietly, already feeling the wrongness pressing against my skull, “everyone here gets trapped repeating different slices of time. Forever.” Zara’s face went pale. “Cool. Love that. Hate that. Mostly hate that.” The highway trembled then jerked backward. Not physically but temporally. For half a second, the cars were pristine clean. and intact. Then they snapped back to damaged and abandoned. Then pristine again, then abandoned. “Time is skipping,” Jamal said. “No,” I said, heart racing as the pattern revealed itself. “It is overlapping.” I walked slowly toward the center of the interchange where three elevated roads crossed.

He frowned, opened his eyes. “It’s not a break. It’s a… fold. A tiny piece of time has been pleated over on itself. It’s self-contained, stable. And it’s not natural.” “Could the Cataclysm have left temporal debris?” I suggested. “A piece of broken time finally washing up on our shore?” “Possibly,” he said, but he didn't sound convinced. He looked around, his gaze sharp. “Silas. What do you hear?” Silas, who had been sniffing a rose bush with intense concentration, straightened up. “A… glitch. In the song of progress. A single note, held too long. It’s not part of the melody. It’s a splinter.”

Light fades off so suddenly that it felt like night came upon the scene within a second. In the twinkle of an eye and quick as a storm's lightening, all the moments left unexplained and misunderstood in Time Is Reborn, suddenly lined up as clips to be replayed. Thus, it occured, replaying one after another in a speed which sight and reality couldn't comprehend, thus forcing it to glitch.