Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

Then another memory hit—the screensaver, the video, Liana’s words in the restroom. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, opened the video again, and zoomed in. “Alex!” I hissed, tears rushing to my eyes as if they had been given permission to escape. The signs were there, but I was too blind to see them. I hurried home. Thankfully, Margaret wasn’t in. I dumped out my school bag, spilling everything onto the floor. I searched frantically until my eyes found it—the diamond necklace. My brows furrowed. The main diamond was shaped like the letter L.

Sara woke up in the middle of the night with tears in her eyes. Though she didn’t know why she was so close to tears. She could only remember being in the house. It was like walking around a museum in her mind. Everything was right where it was supposed to be, but no one was there. There was no other disturbance there. Though it was painful, she thought it was so lonely.

I shouldn't be having such dreams, it's two years passed now and I should have moved on, from even thinking about her. One of the main things, that bothered me, is the fact that I woke up murmuring something, along the line of ' no, don't go.' I was so confused, wondering why such words slipped from my tongue. Eversince that time, I've been trying to block it out, by throwing myself in my work and being present with everything around me.

ONE WEEK LATER They say time heals, but no one mentioned how slowly it crawls when the world you once lived in turns it back on you. It had been a long, slow draining week for me as I had lived in rewind— replaying every mistake, every word and all the moments that led me here. My mum never mentioned what had happened. Not even for once. I don't even think we have exchanged glances since then. Well, apart from the normal daughter-to-mother greeting that we exchanged.

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

In addition, the moment I went back to that time when I was still tied up to the chair, my pocket watch would disappear and return to her. I will never be able to travel through time again. However, I would retain all my memories of all my experiences during that time. So, I went back in time and got video footage of the time all three confessed everything they ever did to me in my grandmother’s home with no remorse. I snuck around obtaining evidence of every past evil and cruel deed that would hold up in a court of law.

The fragment smiled—expression that contained infinite's first grasp of finite's worth. "I live. Temporarily. Precious because temporary." But through Luna's chaos-touched perception, we saw complication. The fragment's existence had attracted attention. Something else watched. Something that shouldn't exist. Something impossible.

For hours and hours, she sat on the cold mosaic tiled floor and hugged her knees, and stared into space. Her heart was broken beyond repair. It was all over. Her crazy romantic hopes, her living for today and not worrying about tomorrow, their marriage. All over. Suddenly, Diego was willing to believe that she was a lying cheat, a greedy, money-grabbing gold-digger. She knew he wasn’t and never going to be in love with her, but she had had no idea just how fragile their understanding was.

Time here felt both eternal and fleeting, memories folding upon themselves like a kaleidoscope. "Elain," Richard began, his voice filled with wonder, "it's as if we can relive any moment from our past." I nodded, my eyes drawn to a poignant memory of our first meeting, a mere glimpse in this boundless sea of moments. "It's beautiful and overwhelming. But we must stay focused. The Fractured Stone is here somewhere." The Guardians of Time had given us a cryptic clue, revealing that the Fractured Stone was hidden within the Inner Nexus. But the Nexus itself was like a living entity, shifting, twisting, and concealing its secrets.

Trust is not lost all at once. It fractures— --- In moments. --- In choices. --- In the silence after something breaks. --- And once it’s gone— --- It does not return the same. --- The chamber fell still. --- Not because everything had been saved— --- But because something had been lost. --- Irretrievably. --- The fracture sealed. --- Abrupt. --- Final. --- As if it had never been there. --- As if what had been taken— ---