Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

"What do we know about the other fragments? The ones that were scattered." Zyren looked at Caelum. Caelum looked at Mia with the expression of a man reassessing the size of something he thought he had measured. "She went straight to the right question," Caelum said to Zyren, something like satisfaction in his voice. "She always does," Zyren said. "Answer her." "The archive has partial records of two other fragments," Caelum said. "Their locations were last documented one hundred years ago. Whether they are still there…"

“I am Chronos, of the Temporal Collective,” the figure said, bowing slightly. “I come with urgent warning. Your reality is experiencing time fractures. If not addressed immediately, your entire dimension will split into infinite parallel timelines, each one weaker than the last.” “How did you get past our security?” Kai demanded, already moving to position himself between the stranger and his family.

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His expression was strained as he reached out a hand, as if to help me up. However, the dissatisfaction in his eyes had not faded at all. When he grabbed my hand, his grip was too tight, like he was holding something back. The next second, he suddenly tightened his grip. A sharp crack rang out. My arm snapped. … I crashed heavily back onto the ground. A few bills slipped out of my pocket and scattered across the floor.

But on the cold wooden floor, her body curled as if she had fallen asleep while fighting something inside her own dreams. Her breathing was uneven. Her chest rose and fell slowly. And for several seconds, she did not move at all. As if her mind was still trapped somewhere else. Somewhere else in time. Then— a tear fell without permission. One drop. Then another. Only when her fingers touched her face did she realize she was crying. Wet. Cold. Real. --- Memories That Never Truly Disappeared The night before did not feel like an ordinary dream. It felt more like a “fracture in time.”

PHOEBE The human mind, when subjected to extreme duress, does not process time in linear increments. It fragments. It stretches minutes into agonizing, hollow epochs, filling the silence with every worst-case scenario your imagination can assemble from the dark. For exactly twenty-three minutes, I was a prisoner inside my own sanctuary.

Then, with a soft exhale, Marcellus reached into his coat and drew out two more fragments. They were precious—hard-won and fiercely guarded. The surface of each piece pulsed with faint veins of light, as if alive, as if something within was stirring. He crouched down and laid them beside Edgar’s. The air quivered. “…What’s happening?” Alia whispered. The four fragments began to tremble, drawn by some unseen force. Slowly, they lifted from the ground and drifted toward each other—until, with a soft click, they locked together.

“No matter what I will save you.” Taken into a frozen stance as she is hit with the reality and the original scene that is playing in front of her. Her eyes and full attention are in on the promise and the two that time, space and dimension played upon. “I’ll be waiting.” With their words and the very image and heart that both of them has as the fragment and shard of their existence. Her tears fall together with the fragment of time in a form of the glass shards that are replaying the memories that the two had been through.

"How many pieces? How many fragments? How many portions broke away?" "Hundreds," Ember said quietly. "Hundreds of fragments. Each one smaller than the Original Nothing. Each one weaker than the whole. But together, hundreds of nothing-fragments approach with a single purpose. Single goal. Single determination. Erase existence. End being. Eliminate something. They come together. They work together. They attack together. And even though each is smaller, together they are vast. Together, they are powerful. Together, they are nearly unstoppable." "When do they arrive?" Spring asked, though she dreaded the answer.

*** I almost yelled when an alarm clock let out a shrill sound disturbing my sleep. Can you just shut the fuck up! I groaned as I blindly tried to switch it off but I couldn't find it. What the heck! I finally succeeded in switching it off after almost falling off the bed. 5am! I shrieked as I saw the time displayed on the alarm clock. I have never set my alarm to 5am before in my life. Reality hit me as I noticed the unfamiliar room. Oh my God! I scrambled off the bed and ran into the bathroom almost tripping on my dress, I can't believe I slept in this dress.