In Our Time Book Novels & Stories

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

“Cian owed me a favour. That’s all anyone needs to know.” All of a sudden, I hear soft laugh from inside the forest. Every ounce of the blood in my body went ice cold, as I watched Time saunter out of the forest. I didn’t think I would ever have to see him again. Those golden eyes haunted me as he stepped out into the clearing, a smile on his face, arms wide to greet us. “Well, if it isn’t my favourite little group of people,” Time says, as everyone jumps to their feet, startled.

I checked the time,omg it 3 pm already Wow time really do fly I guess, it must be Bianca or Richard Richard didn't say the specific time he will be home,I packed the books lying on the floor back into the bookshelf and went out to open the door. TBC

When I laughed, Tristan looked at me as if the sound itself were a destination. “This is also the project,” he said. “What is?” “Ordinary time that no opponent gets to bill against.” I leaned my head on his shoulder and watched the truck finally succeed. “I am beginning to believe ordinary time is not a trap.” “Believe it in practice,” he said. “Belief follows practice more often than the other way around.” Afternoon returned us to gentle labor: abstract revisions, a short message to Adrienne confirming I had used the notebook, a photo reply from Victor of the bird on the repaired latch, Eli’s unsolicited review of a lecturer’s new haircut. Life, layered and usable.

For a moment, I felt the air between us charged with something. He pulled back his hand gently. “Tell me about the book you were reading.” And I did. We talked about babies, about our fears, my ambition to be a designer and hopes. He asked questions, listened like he actually cared about the answers. We talked about Seabrook, about the ocean, about small town life versus city chaos. An hour had already passed without me noticing. I checked my phone and I saw the time. “I should go. I’ve taken up enough of your afternoon.”

"The time is the point. Not the clock." Elian looked at him. "That's very — that's right. How do you hold that?" "The garden," Dante said. "The garden taught me. The garlic doesn't worry about the winter. It does its underground work because that's what the time is for." He paused. "We do our time's work. We come to Cardiff. We cook dinners. We read the second novel with her when it's done." He paused. "We be here." Elian was quiet.

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

“Sara thought, I want you to go over the report. I don’t want you to have to see certain things. The pictures aren’t good, and you should remember your family as they were before that day.” “Thank you then.” She said. “I try to remember them that way or not at all.” “That is the way to be.” He said. “I know why you try not to remember them, but I also think, if I might be as bold, maybe you should try to remember them for what they were.” “That isn’t easy,” Sara said though she smiled slightly. “You know, I think Danny would have liked you. He was a year younger than us. He was a cut-up, always making people laugh to the point of crying.”

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.

"Ayla, I heard that you're going to Bretia. What about Mr. Norton and David?" There was a framed photo of the three of us with our arms around each other on my desk. I put it face down, plunging the figures on it into shadow. "We're getting divorced. They'll have a new wife and mother, respectively." Linda hesitated and did not say anything in the end. By the time I left the design institute, it was late at night. When I got home, the motion-sensored lights flicked on, and I saw the suitcase in the living room at once.