Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

In three years, he had never once cooked for me. So that was what love looked like. I wiped my tears, hung up, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door. I didn’t look back—not at the apartment filled with happy memories that I had clung to for far too long. At the airport, just before boarding, I got a message from Lucien. “Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?”

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

31 October 2020 Until the end of time Episode 9 Fransis still remembers that his younger brother will come back soon with food for himself, but how can he make the younger sibling not realize that his illness has relapsed, while he himself is not sure he can put food into his stomach even if only a spoonful. Slowly the man opened his eyes, the eyes that used to be sharp now looked gloomy because of the pain he felt, his hand took the handkerchief that was in his pocket then he used the handkerchief to wipe the remaining blood stain in his mouth, his eyes saw the blood stain scattered on the floor, he wanted to erase it, but his body felt weak as if he had no strength left at all, until he de

it's okay" because, in fact, no one is obliged. Neither to understand nor to like. I'm talking about these crazy people, in love with books. Puts, it's a bunch of glued papers, sometimes sewn, folded, coated and encapsulated. Fragile, perishable material. Simple. Why do we like it so much? They are printed sheets. Paper, ink and a few words. Words, words. So many interesting things to do and you'll just stay there...reading? How crazy. Tedious. I see no sense. Waste of time. Boring. Useless. It's insane. There are people who collect. She thinks it's nice to organize it on a shelf to admire, to make a nice decoration, for visitors, for herself. For soul. Crazy people.

Time to dismantle it. One piece at a time.

They will change everything. fragments. Let’s keep breaking and mending hearts.

And it brought you here for a reason. The dagger. Always a dagger. My attention shifted to the weapon in my grasp, its glow now dim and tentative. "What reason?" Before he could respond, the air around us shook fiercely, as if the Veil was protesting against our existence. The earth under us shook, and I staggered, barely maintaining my footing. "Time is running out," the fragment remarked in an anxious tone. "You need to make a choice." "A choice?" My heart continued to race. "What choice?"

“These bridges… they’re fragile. Sometimes we build them to connect, to reach someone, or something better. And we think that’s enough. But it isn’t. Not always. Sometimes… they fail, and the fall… the fall is unavoidable.” I shifted, my chest tight. “The roses… the little details tucked in among the chaos… they’re proof that beauty exists even when everything else is breaking. And the clock, hidden in the shadows… it’s the time we lose, the moments we never get back, the things we wish we could fix but… can’t.” I exhaled slowly, letting the weight of my own words settle around me. My heart was raw, exposed, but somehow, sharing it… it felt like breathing again.

Just—awareness, trembling, suspended, like a single drop of water caught between falling and evaporating. The world is not a world. It is a sphere of drifting shards, each one reflecting a different version of the same event: Kael breaking. Draven breaking. The lock unfurling. The light swallowing everything. Her own scream pulled backward into her lungs. Fragments. Refractions. Glitches of existence. She tries to reach toward one—anything familiar, anything that proves she has not dissolved entirely—but when her consciousness brushes a fragment, it ripples, splits, and the moment she touched unravels into ribbons.