Gone With Time Novels & Stories

"And no one can prove it was a gift. You have two weeks to return every cent, or I'll make sure these documents land on your boss's desk." Her face crumpled. Her reputation was already in the gutter, and her job was the last shred of stability she had left. Two weeks later, the money hit my account. With that, I signed the paperwork to sell the house, packed up my things, and started my new life.

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.

It worked like a stamping machine, uncoiled and poorly maintained which was now malfunctioning and had gathered lists of trash in its cogs, producing little results. "The thing is," he said finally, shaking his head. "One truthful thing is, in this battle, if you don't work with time, time will work with you. Learn that, Gorge, and you'll never fail." "I thought you had the chance to talk to her. Ask her to join us."

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.

“Just a little time... to make up for the past few days.” Alina bit her lip, feeling torn between her responsibilities and the overwhelming desire to stay with him. “Maybe... I could push a few things back,” she admitted. “That’s more like it,” Anton said, his eyes dark with intensity. “Because I’m not leaving your side today.” As Alina called her assistant to rearrange her schedule, Anton sat on the bed, feeling the tension of the past days melt away. The surprise had worked, and now, all that mattered was making the most of the time they had together.

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”

Execution formation. Time had just run out.

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.

Waiting. By the time I blinked, it was gone. ---

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.