Quartet For The End Of Time Novels & Stories

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Everything shattered into pieces as light engulfs everything ending the current time. In the middle of that nothingness, a spin of chance and beginning of time once more and into its last loop, a melody played into the piano echoes. To the gentle and slowly painted picture scene, in the middle of the spring in April, two persons sing the saddest song. With the maiden’s voice that gently serenading and filling the place with her warmth, the gentlemen’s perfect play of each tone of the song compliments of like a poem with the dawn of their song.

Just as he gathered the fine ashes in his hands, they were caught by the wind and blown away once more. "Ahh!" He cried out in anguish, his fists clenched as he struck himself repeatedly. "Whitney, I was wrong! Please don't leave me!" I slowly walked over to him and spoke in a calm voice. "William, it's time to let it all go." William’s head snapped up. He seemed to have heard me. His lips moved, as if trying to say something, but I had already turned away to leave with Mike. The next time I saw William was at a wedding.

They were a deep, rhythmic purple—the same color as the threads in the Weaver’s Loom. "The Paradox didn't just close the rift," Leo whispered. "It changed the stars. And I don't think Jackson is the only thing that followed us back." From the shadows of the ruins, a single, black-ink crow landed on the table of broken oaths. It looked at me with an eye that was a solid, glowing violet. "The Eleventh Cycle," the crow spoke, its voice a chorus of a thousand shadows. "The Mother of the Sun has birthed the End of Time."

They'd just take up space. The End

“It’s about time you caught up to me, darlin’.” The End

Martha's eyes flick up for half a second and I swear I see the corner of her mouth twitch. This is already very close to Clara's voice. I'd just tighten the ending so the joke lands harder and more naturally: A few minutes later, Thomas is leading me through what feels like the seventeenth hallway of this palace. Seriously, this place needs maps. Maybe there is one and nobody told me. I'll ask. Evening sunlight pours through the tall windows, turning the stone walls gold and stretching long shadows across the floor. The palace feels different now. Quieter. Most of the chaos from earlier has settled into a distant hum.

"...in sickness and in health..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...till time do us part." "Time?," Zia thought to herself. "Isn't it supposed to be death?" "Zia?" The minister tried to get her attention, seeing that she'd spaced out. "Till time do us part," Zia continued and curved up a smile as she met the green hues in Edward's eyes. BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

The taijian helped her until she reached Yongyou hall. When she entered the hall, Duan Qing Wang and Duan Wang Fei were already in their seats. Beside them, Zheng Wan’er and Qing Yu Fei were also there in their seats. Zheng Wan’er and Qing Yu Fei dressed perfunctory. It was obvious that this was an urgent audience.

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End