Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

Wind smashed through the windows, shattering them in an eternal instant. Time seemed to slow as I watched myself in horror. Each splinter became a crack, which spread like streams carving through stone and dirt, widening into rivers and sea-mouths. Then the shards exploded outwards, glinting as they caught the light, winking at me smugly as they spun out into the air beyond. I was breaking this life, just as surely as I’d ripped apart the pieces of my human one. I thought about Suze, about Luna, about Ollie, about Ella, and every time my heart beat it was for all of them.

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

In her place stood a stranger with eyes brimming with indifference. He felt a sharp, stinging ache spread across his chest at that realization. He stated hoarsely, "I've realized my mistakes now—I shouldn't have taken your love for granted and been so reckless with other women. Is it possible for you to forgive me, Nat? I swear I'll only love you from now on." Natalie didn't actually regret the seven years she had spent with Lester. They had shared real beauty and sincere love—it was simply that time had eroded that affection until it turned toxic.

She shook her head again, tears spilling down her cheeks. "But what if it’s not over? What if the threat is still there, Anton? What if I can’t protect this baby?" Her voice was rising with panic, and I could see the terror in her eyes. "The timing... it’s too much of a coincidence. It’s the same date, Anton. On the same date, I found out I was pregnant in the other future. What if that’s not just a coincidence? What if it’s a sign that the threat hasn’t really gone away?"

“These are all small things. I can fix them. If you don’t like the three of us hanging out together, then from now on, we won’t all meet up at the same time. “Whatever else is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll change. I swear—” I cut him off, feeling irritated. “They’re not small things. My feelings were never small. “Honestly, we were done a long time ago, whether you see it or not. “Stop calling me. I really don’t want to have to change my number.” I hung up and blocked the unfamiliar number. I stayed busy once the semester started, and it felt good. I joined ROTC, and before I knew it, I had gotten pretty tan in just a couple of weeks.

I want to know if it was the same thing from a time before. “It’s called Piece.” “It’s a piece.” I knew it. That figure that looks like a puzzle piece is Piece. I know it doesn’t make any sense at all calling that piece a Piece. It’s weird, but that girl I knew before is weird enough to call her dog Doug.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.

In the past, Luna had looked down on my tiny studio. Something changed, and she appeared at my studio every single day. She brought food and drink for me, and she sobbed her apology and gave me promises. However, I did not change my mind. I was not stoic. I was upset and heartbroken. Ten years of relationship and five years of marriage had already become a part of me. It was hard to let go. Over the past few days, I kept waking up from my dreams. I kept dreaming about Luna’s smiling face, and all the past memories of us being in love.

Stooping down, I tried to gather the scattered pieces of memory I had managed to capture. My hands trembled as I picked up the fractured remains-the ID card, the wig, and worst of all, the broken fragments of my camera. Each piece cut like glass in my palms, sharp reminders of everything that had just unfolded.