It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

“ Wait, are you serious ? What's your name and what your year do you think this is ?” “ Patricia and this is year 2021.” “ Oh sweet Jesus!”

It's been 8 years it's impossible that he is still single right now. When I first met him he was like 20 or 22 years old and now that it's been 8 years maybe he's now 30? Or 29? Look how huge our distance between us? While I am just 18 he is now in his maturity. We didn't see the footage that day and tomorrow will be my graduation. Meaning the day of our departure is now so near. I'm scared. I am getting nervous each passing day. I've long forgotten about that place but this twisted fate seems wants me to go there and remember everything again.

I said politely as I rose from my seat. The candidate was a young girl and had been turned when she was sixteen, frozen in time at the same maturity level. She was small in stature with strawberry blonde curls and looked more like a doll than a protector and nanny. The girl, wearing heels to appear taller, rose to her full height and extended her hand. "Mr. Steel, thank you for the opportunity, and may I just say that, although I look young, I am over one hundred and fifty years old, having been turned in 1863, during the Civil War." Yes, she was young. I smiled warmly. "Thank you, Adeline. I'll keep that in mind."

and the other complied. everybody. The time is 10 p.m. on Tuesday, May 14, 2021. I turned to face the radio. I found it hard to believe. My absence lasted four years. I endured much suffering in the "safe house" for four long years. Now, I was eighteen. I was a grownup. I recalled the times when I craved this period of time. Until I was old enough to feel in charge of my life.

He first took off the timid and nervous look on his face, saying “Lei Rainier from the year 2019 of the Gregorian calendar.” These words made the old man look at his personal terminal and had a thoughtful look. Lei thought he would continue probing him but his next words surprised him instead. “Hmm.. 2019 of the Gregorian calendar, huh. Then, Eliza’s spirit must be in the year 2018.” “Eliza?”

The recorded time in the Wades’ genealogy might not even precede her! So, Charlie exclaimed, “1646… You… I mean, Miss… Miss Lavor, wouldn’t you be nearly four hundred years old now?!”

"Christine, don't leave me. I know I was wrong. I realized it too late. Let me love you. Give me a chance to make things right." But I stayed still, unmoved. "It's too late. I'm tired." His brows furrowed as he stepped closer. "Eight years ago, you crawled into my bed, got pregnant, and married me. And now you want to walk away? Is this some kind of push-and-pull game?" I stared at him in disbelief. I'd thought he finally understood. But the way he saw me… was still just as selfish as ever.

At forty-eight years of building from that understanding. At a seven-year-old who had written the opening of the human record of the whole thing on a Wednesday morning in April before going to school.

Lex snaps quickly. “Lex, this is important. We are trying to figure out who I am before we can shift. We have to make sure it's safe for both of us. You want to shift, don't you?” “Ugh. Fine. I'm four thousand six hundred and eighty-two years old, I think. I've kind of lost count because we kept track of time differently back in the old days.” “Lex, be serious.” “Why the Hell would I joke about that?” “She says she is over four thousand years old.”

And I pray every night that it would be in eighties years’ time. THE END.