Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

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

"I'm about to go to prison. Please let me stay with you a little longer. Even if it's only one day. I'd like to see you a little longer–" As she spoke, she reached toward my face. But before touching me, she pulled away. Her tears fell one by one onto the floor. "You don't want me to touch you. I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Josie's crying made me feel exhausted. In the days that followed, I remained bedridden. My consciousness became increasingly unclear. I didn't know how much time had passed. When I briefly regained awareness, I saw Josie standing next to my hospital bed. She had dragged my mother along.

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

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.

Mae suddenly felt less like their rescuer and more like another weapon dropped into their city. Lucien’s chains lowered to the ground. “Fragments,” he said carefully. “Pieces of a timeline that no longer exists in the same sequence.” Mae stared at him, waiting for the part that made sense. He swallowed once, the movement too human for a god of law. “We remember it. You do not.”

They are the fragments that so close to the one that befall from the sky. If Altara will to see the fragment that almost end her life, she surely shiver to the cold. Strangely, the fragments been in the process of decomposing. One can only think how much of a year has it been when first discover. The silence broke out by the soft laugher that echoed out. “You sure despise her, are you?”

He too was caught in the harvest. His blood, his pride, his very will—drained, preserved, and repurposed until nothing remained. = The Crimson Spire Time had unraveled, a tattered ribbon dragged through a fever dream. Fragments of thought bled together—one moment dripping into the next like candle wax down the spine. There was no before. No after. Only now. Only this. Caelum’s consciousness snapped in fits and starts, jagged and sharp— like broken glass hidden in honey.

she asked after a moment, her voice quieter now, more grounded. “A few days.” Celeste let that sit, though it didn’t seem to fully register, the concept of time feeling just as distant as everything else, her eyes drifting slightly as she tried to make sense of it and ultimately failing to find anything to connect it to. She didn’t push again after that. The effort already too much, her body still catching up to the simple act of being awake as she remained where she was, her hand still loosely held in Lysandra’s, her breathing finally steady enough to hold.

The hope of another college accepting me felt like a mirage shimmering on a distant horizon. My footsteps echoed hollowly on the pavement as I set out. There were no signs promising 'Help Wanted' in the windows I passed, each one reflecting back a girl with uncertain eyes. I smoothed my hair down, feeling the scrutiny of my own gaze. How does one even begin to piece together a life that's been so abruptly disassembled?

I cautiously wiggled all my fingers, making sure I didn’t sever anything important. Nope, still working. I slowly got up to start the cleaning process. The anger dissipated swiftly as my hand continued to throb. I was no stranger to pain. In fact, I don’t mind a little pain now and again, but this hurt. I worked my way to the bathroom and flicked on the dim light. Stuff was everywhere, shampoo, toothpaste, brush, scrunchies and make up littered my tiny counter. Everything in this damn trailer is too small. Except me, I’m too big. I sighed and opened the medicine cabinet. My eyes fell to the pathetic tower of pill bottles. Pills for aches and pains, pills for depression, pills to sleep, pills