Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

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.

The radio message cut off, leaving only heavy silence in the den. My heart hammered against my ribs. Twenty-four hours. That was all the time we had before the corporations came to burn everything down. I was still knotted to Kael, our bodies locked together, but the warmth of the bond felt suddenly fragile. “They won’t stop,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Not until they have me back in a lab.”

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.

I stopped in the last five steps of the stairs when I saw Wright playing his guitar while sitting on the one sitter sofa. "Let me hold you for the last time, it's the last chance to feel again. But you broke me, now I can't feel anything. When I love you it's so untrue, I can't even convince myself. When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else. Oh, it tears me up, I tried to hold on but it hurts too much. I tried to forgive but it's not enough, to make it all okay. " "Can't sleep?" I winced when he spoke.

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.

Fifty-eight hours until foreclosure. Four days, eleven hours until digitization. Old Fragment was not what Jack expected. Korvin's people, the Rendered, were all imposing: tall, grey-skinned, marked with fractal patterns that shifted like living tattoos. Old Fragment was barely five feet tall, hunched, and appeared to be made not of the mercury-smooth substance of her kin but of something that looked like crumpled newspaper. Her body constantly rustled, shedding tiny flakes of grey matter that dissolved before hitting the floor. She had two eyes, both the flat, featureless white of absolute zero, and when she spoke, her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well that no longe

“Elara says the fragment is growing. She says if it stays unlinked it will try to force a connection on its own. Is that true?” He put the book down slowly. “Yes.” “You knew this could happen?” “I knew it was possible. I did not know the fragment was already awake.” He rubbed his eyes. “How long did she say?” “Two weeks.” He walked to the window. “Then we have a real problem.” “Tell me what the old records say about unlinked fragments.” He turned back, his face serious.