Gone With Time Novels & Stories

I looked at her. She was the woman who had once sworn to spend her life with me. I had known her for the past seven years. I had seen her at her best and at her worst. I knew what she was like when she was flourishing and when she was worn out. But now, she looked like a stranger to me. "Clementine, go home." "I won’t!" "Go." I shut the door in her face. "And don’t come back." She wailed for a long time before the security came to take her away.

"Frank, looks like you've grown bold—keeping another woman at your side now. I'll give you half an hour to get to Marlen Tower. If you're not here by then…" She hung up without finishing. I muttered, "That's the first chance, Agnes." Even I wasn't sure if I was speaking to the nineteen-year-old before me, or to myself. By the time I drove to Marlen Tower, forty minutes had already passed.

The class had just ended when Wayne poked my back from the seat behind me. His voice came through low and smooth, right by my ear. "Would you do me the honor of going on a date?" "Of course," I said. We walked down the street, our fingers laced together. Sunlight filtered through the trees, warm on our skin. We talked for ages. That was how I found out Wayne had stayed single all that time, just waiting for another chance to meet me.

Thank the Goddess for the mute button. The more time we spend together, the more we find our tastes in things are similar. Especially music. We went to a heavy metal show on my Friday night off last week. It was the best date I’ve ever been on. We spent most of our time in the mosh pit. There was something sexy about seeing Ghost healing Milo’s black eye while he gently wiped blood away from my broken nose. It made me so excited that we had to have a quickie in the back of his Jeep before he drove us home.

written in elegant icing. “I thought we could share a piece,” Anton said with a smile, grabbing a fork. I laughed as he fed me a bite. “This is delicious.” He took a bite himself, nodding in agreement. “It’s perfect, just like today.” After finishing the cake, we walked over to the window, looking out at the city lights. Anton wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close. “One year down,” I said softly. “And a lifetime to go.” Anton smiled, kissing my temple. “A lifetime sounds perfect.”

I could see it in his eyes that he was trying his best to resist his urge to kiss me. And your love pours down like a waterfall and I can’t escape the tide Here’s my hand, baby take it or leave it, leave it ’Cause time doesn’t love you anymore But I’m still knocking at your door Honey, we can run forever, if forever’s what’s in store Oh, time to take me home, home, home By the time Mikky Ekko’s ’Time’ comes to an end, I press myself against him softly clasping his tux lapels and whisper in his ear, “I can’t wait to get out of here”

Time tries a different angle when it realizes I am no longer chaseable. It does not pull me sideways in the night. It does not dangle Thomas’s face in the trees like bait. It does not fracture the village in obvious ways that would invite Mercy’s hands and thread and wax. No. Time becomes practical. It starts taking small things. The kind of losses that make people move without thinking.

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

They spoke at the same time, but neither managed to get the word out. Tabitha opened her mouth, only for Koben to press his index finger against her lips. He forced a smile and said, pretending to be relaxed, “I have a class reunion to get to. We can talk when I get back.” Once Koben was gone, Tabitha sat at home in contemplation. Without realizing it, she had grown accustomed to Koben’s presence in the house. If there was ever a day Koben would walk away, she prayed it would come much later.

I respond, making sure to leave right after. I am only ever able to let out a relieved sigh, once I am out of the premises. I realize that I had spent quite a long time there because it is late afternoon and there is a change in the weather. The sun is no more and the clouds have gotten a little darker. I spent so much time with Ava that I almost forgot, that I had to leave.