Note From The Universe Novels & Stories

I took the sticky note and read its contents. [Have a nice day. Sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye to you. I had some urgent business. And I probably won’t be home for the next few days. If anything happens or you need help, contact Uncle immediately. He should be back from his business trip today.] At the very bottom of the note was written, [PS. It’s not just because of Uncle’s assignment. Being around other people makes me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter if you, Jonea.]

, she said trying to give him a bit of encouragement. "Yeah", he said sighing loudly, "I've got this". They missed the turning for the street to Isabella's house so they had to turn back. "You know", Devlin started, "maybe the universe is trying to tell me something." "What is that?" "Missing the turning to her house. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me to not go there." "Let me clear it up for you. The universe is not telling you anything. You're here and you're doing this", she said seriously.

My breathing turned erratic as I read the short note attached to the picture. 'Don't wander alone in the forest, Serenity. You could get hurt' ... Please vote and leave a review of what you think. Lots of love

And next to it was a handwritten note from Clara Vance: "Class is in session, Reader. The first lesson is simple: The end of the book is just the beginning of the world. Go outside. Plant something. Tell someone you love them without checking the 'Engagement Metrics.' The Audit is over. The Life has begun." The Sound of the New Universe The device in your hand vibrated one last time. A new notification appeared, but it wasn't a chapter number. It was a Coordinate. LOCATION: 0.0, 0.0 (THE CENTER OF YOUR HEART) STATUS: PERMANENTLY CONNECTED. Julian’s voice came through the speaker, low and intimate, as if he were standing right behind you. "I'm keeping the 1977 tape, Reader. But I'm recording

The Last Tree trembled again. The lights overhead began drifting downward. One by one. Thousands. Millions. Like stars falling from heaven. Nova stared in wonder. Each light carried a memory. A life. A story. A universe. The traveler extended a hand. One of the lights settled gently into their palm. "This was the first ending." The memory expanded. Reality shifted. And suddenly, everyone saw it. A universe. The first universe. Small. Beautiful. Young. Nova watched impossible stars illuminate impossible skies. Entire galaxies bloomed like flowers.

I’ve gоt tо dо whаt I саn to stay аlіvе. I bеlіеvе fіndіng thіѕ nоtеbооk mіght bе a ѕіgn frоm thе universe. Wrіtіng іn hеrе іѕ going tо hеlр mе survive; and one day, mу words mіght еvеn hеlр аnоthеr gіrl lіkе mе. I’m ѕurе I wоn’t bе the lаѕt to bе trapped hеrе.

~Grandma Celeste~ I have lived long enough to know when the universe is trying to tell me something. It does not shout. It does not announce itself. It simply places something in front of you, a face, a word, or a small hand pointing at a portrait and waits to see if you are paying attention. I was paying attention.

Every now and then I sigh, I really want to kill myself. Ting I looked at my old cell phone which suddenly rang. Strange, I haven't used the phone in a long time. I want to ignore it, but I'm also curious why this old phone is still on and there are notifications coming in. I quickly opened the phone and saw a message from an unknown number. 'Happy birthday!' That's it, the content of the message was just that. Then, not long after that message, Joshua came into my room. I looked at what the man was carrying. A bouquet of purple flowers, I don't know what kind of flower it is.

He didn't see the tiny, almost imperceptible crack in reality that the release of our energy had caused—a hairline fracture in the fabric of the universe, leading to a place of pure, silent, and watchful darkness. And from within that darkness, something ancient and cold, something that had been waiting for a very, very long time, slowly turned its attention toward the small, blue, and suddenly very interesting world.

Xiao incredulously asked as she arched a brow. “Sort of,” The8 nodded with a smile as he suddenly swiped his hand in the air; a three-dimensional image of a globe has projected while floating just above his opened palm, “you’re currently in Universe XXII, the parallel universe with Earth. The trigger happens when the necklace felt you were in danger. This is your mother’s creation. She made this world in order to save you from death. And that explains why you’re here, right now.”