Infinite Timeline Novels & Stories

“Time is weird for me, Mama. I remember being born but I also remember moments that haven’t happened yet. I know how this ends but I don’t know which ending will be real.” “How does it end?” She looks at me with those swirling eyes and I see possibilities flash through them. “In some timelines, we win. The seals stay closed, the children grow up normal, you and Papa grow old together.” “And in others?” “In others, the entities emerge and everything ends. Not quickly. Slowly. Over years of watching the world freeze and starve and stop and break.” “Which timeline are we in?” “I don’t know yet,” Tempest admits. “That’s the terrible thing about being able to see possibilities. You know all the w

"A finite duration." "We all have a timeline, Cale." "But mine was... infinite. Or indefinite. Now... I have a countdown." "Does that scare you?" Cale reeled in the line a few inches. "No," Cale said. "Before... time was a loop. It repeated. Tuesday happened a thousand times. The bridge fell a thousand times. It was... stagnant." "And now?" "Now," Cale said, "time is a line. It moves away. It disappears." "That makes it precious."