Romans & histoires Reading Threads

Get full records. One thread at a time. Until her entire web came apart.

The function running. The work continuing. Three days for Marcus. Sixty days for Chen. The threads reconnecting. One at a time.

Ninety-two threads. Waiting. Working. Believing. For the first time I believed it myself.

For a moment, I was a fool to almost believe that such thing existed, reminiscing the incident three days ago, I shuddered in fright and immediately shook my head. "Calm down, what's wrong? Why is your body shaking so much?" Sebastian immediately took hasty steps towards me but I was too lost in my thoughts to understand whatever he was saying. Three minutes later, I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes which came in contact with two piercing orbs. Discerning their color was an impossible feat because those orbs seemed to be twirling with different colors in them. I noticed I was leaning on Sebastian, with his hands on my waist while still standing upright. Like I was electrocuted, I pus

To him, time was like an interloping of threads, all related to each other and the ultimate space, and in rare, yet possible cases, it was possible to bend those threads. Threads...threads of time...it rang a bell, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it from. I closed the book and fell on the chair. Time travel? Me? For what? So I can re-live some of the worst years of my life? I held my hair in handfuls and yelled, hoping that if I yelled hard enough, some miracle will take place and take me back to the time I belong. I have already lived past this. This is not my life any more.

When the Nutty outside heard no movement from us, he became even more agitated and started pounding on the door with his hands. "Alex, Alex… Open the door. Open it…" His voice was like that of a dead person, with stiff intonation and long, drawn-out tones. Every hair on my body stood on end. Outside the door, there was no sound for a good while. But this silence was only more terrifying, like the calm before the storm. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the Nutty outside began violently kicking the door. Even though Sarah and I were terrified and shaking, we still worked together to block the door.