Note From The Universe Novels & Stories

Third person's P.O.V 2350 A.D The vast blue ocean stretched all over the horizon, coloring the world of the mid realm with its serenity and peace. The scene was truly breathtaking as it was the God's fine work and artistry that made the world of Meniscus happen. Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured.

Inside, she flipped through the first few pages, and her eyes caught on a quote: “Forgiveness isn’t the end of love it’s the transformation of it.” She whispered it under her breath, testing the taste of those words on her tongue. It felt right. As she turned to leave, a small folded paper fell from between the pages. She picked it up, thinking it was part of the book but it wasn’t. It was a note, handwritten, almost delicate. No name. Just words. ‘We meet people not to keep them, but to return parts of ourselves we forgot existed.’ Her breath caught for a second not because she recognized the handwriting (she didn’t), but because it felt like a message the universe had been saving for her

They weren't tears of grief or fear, but of a hope so deep it felt like roots anchoring me to the universe. We were not alone. The work would go on, but it would not be our burden alone to carry. Jeff put his arm around me, and Lina leaned into my side. We watched as on the long-range sensors, new signals flickered to life—not cries for help, but the first, tentative transmissions of new stories being told. Songs, manifestos, declarations of love, scientific theories—the glorious, chaotic, beautiful noise of a universe learning to speak for itself. We had no home to return to. The little house by the lake belonged to a different story, a simpler chapter.

Then, I went on to share some of the study methods I used. With a spark of enthusiasm, the reporter asked, "Which university are you hoping to attend after the SAT, Ms. Clarke?" "Quinver University," I answered without hesitation. "They have the most advanced physics laboratories in the country." "So this is what life looks like for a top student!" the reporter quipped, flashing me a playful grin. "Let's see what some of the other students are thinking." She moved on, scanning the crowd for her next interviewee. Despite being taken away by the police just two days ago and recently expelled, Lily still managed to stand out with her unkempt appearance.

“Then it’s over.” But before anyone could celebrate, an alert blinked on the screen. > “UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED.” > “SOURCE: BEYOND MAPPED SPACE.” Evryn’s heart dropped. “No… she wasn’t alone.” The signal came with a single message: > “Unit 000. Activated. Seed Protocol Prime. Legacy awakened.” Kai stared at the coordinates. “They’re not from our universe,” he said. “They’re from before.” Evryn stood, every nerve alight again.

Today, however, as he circulated it again, he discovered all his changes. This aura—this Path's resonance echoing in his sea of consciousness—did not seem to be simply Order of the Universe. It felt far more vast. Chase was puzzled, then activated 12 Notes of Emerald and struck with his sword. As sword aura shot forth, he sensed different universes. Glimpses of each universe flashed within the sword aura. This was the Order of the Space! Those observing Chase also noticed sword lights appearing, each reflecting a bizarre and fantastical world. Some showed towering buildings with various steel monsters traveling between them, even flying steel constructs in the sky.

Their family was already appearing interesting to him. “Okay then. I'll ask your mummy, if it's necessary. But then, how did you hack into Jeniva Manor's conversation and make it go viral?” Lan asked, his voice stern and he looked serious. The boys turned and exchanged glances with each other. How did this uncle know about it? Did Grandma and mummy tell him already? “She hurts mummy and we…” Nathaniel was saying when Nathan covered his mouth with his little palm. Nathaniel immediately stopped talking.

It's from an unlisted number. "Have you opened the package yet?"

Frustrated because I am lonely and there is no one to share all these thoughts and emotions with. When I want to lock the door, I see a small note attached to the door just like two days ago but this time there is no bouquet. I pick it up out of curiosity and it reads. "The universe needs you and appreciates your beauty. The universe wants you so badly that it hurts not to see you every second of the day." I raise a brow and gaze up. Looking down the hallway, there is no one in view. Is this still some sort of mistake or my neighbour is right after all?

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]