Infinite Tumbling Novels & Stories

“I can handle myself very well; just tell me where Isabel is? Antoine said. Jerika felt intimidated by Antoine at that moment. He was loud, angry and creating a scene out of his nature. Moreover, crowd started to gather hearing the commotion between the two. Jerika felt it was best to leave if Antoine won’t. Jerika stood to leave but Antoine grabbed her hand demanding answers out of her. Jerika protested to ask him to leave but she felt restlessness. She experiences pain in her neck and back muscles, increasing by the second. She was breathing with great difficulty and in few seconds she collapsed. Before Jerika lost all her consciousness she heard faint voices of people reaching out of her,

Aditya looks at his assistant's shocked face and asks "What happened?" The assistant informs "Verma industries has gone bankrupt." Aditya gets shocked "How this could be possible?" Assistant immediately switches on the television and all news channels were showing only this news that 'Verma industries facing troubles for offending someone' 'The pot of bad deeds of Verma industries is finally broken' 'Is there a big power behind Verma industries destruction?' etc A reporter was shown saying "We came to know from our sources that Verma industries was mixing unhealthy things with raw materials for dairy products."

I muttered as I quickly looked away, embarrassed. I need to use the bathroom. I mattered and turned to go, but his firm hands abruptly halted my movement, sending a shiver down my spine. In one swift motion, he spun me around to face him. Unbeknownst to me, he brought his hand on the base of my neck and gracefully encircled it, his thumb tracing a delicate path that left me momentarily paralyzed. A mysterious sensation washed over me, causing my knees to weaken.

"It's your fault for secretly watching hot guy videos behind my back! Are their chests bigger than mine? Their abs harder than mine? Are their shafts nicer than mine?" His voice fell into something soft and unfairly pitiful, warm and dangerously tempting. Classic top-tier incubus scam tactics. Without the ring, his heat was downright terrifying. Alarm bells blared in my head, and I changed the topic fast. "About that table. You saved it, right?" Arnold bit my fingertip lightly. "I did. Who's it for?"

It was a dizzying, recursive loop of me—hundreds of versions of myself, receding into a vanishing point of silver and light. I was obsessed. I would spend hours standing there, fascinated by the way my own image would get smaller and darker with every iteration. I called it "The Infinite Room." It was my favorite game. I would make faces, wave my hands, and watch as my reflections followed suit, just a fraction of a second behind. It was a plaything, a toy made of light and silvering. Until the Tuesday in November.

of existence in a tomb of static ice. "The 'Main-Bearing' is seized!" Elen’s voice crackled through a primitive, wire-based intercom. She was looking at a gear the size of a continent, its teeth locked together by the "Absolute-Friction" of a universe that had run out of "Will." "The 'First-Second' is stuck in a 'Repeat-Cycle'! If we don't break the ice and inject the oil, the loop is going to 'Collapse,' and the 'Big-Bang' will just... reset. Everything we’ve done for three hundred thousand words will be 'Unwritten'."

"It's a biological signature. He is the key. And now that he’s inside... the facility is initiating its self-entombment protocol. Tartarus is going to bury itself in the tectonic rift, taking the three billion, the cure, and both of you, straight to hell." The floor beneath their feet suddenly violently shuddered, and the entire facility began to tilt forward, sliding toward the glowing, molten edge of the abyssal trench.

The moment I hit what should've been the first floor, I was yanked back up to the height of the 18th floor and dropped again, shooting past the 16th floor window. I was still falling. The ground surged up toward me again. Another harsh, static-filled flicker flashed. I was back up at the top and dropping all over again. This was in an infinite-fall death loop! I laughed out loud as I hurtled through the air. "It's a looped space! There's no exit! Whether it's the door or the window, it's all a dead end!"

"But these three are at right angles to each other, so I get the triple points that the Lonely House Mouse configuration says I get." "That is a bit shady. BUT... within the rules." Tarsi took Jinx's side or so it seemed until he pushed two of his dice forward. "However, we have to take my two fours into account. And you know what that means. The sacred eight. Infinity loop. Musical chairs and shifting purpose. As soon as I clank these two together the music starts. If someone else is sitting in your chair, sexy, you forfeit every point to them. I hope I get them, then we can bargain for scraps. Not that I'd ever refer to you as that." Intarsia winked at the Orangelo and clicked his dice tog