Rewind Clock Novels & Stories

Harso said, "but what if, instead of putting the starting position for replay, T equals 0, at the Reference Point, we set it the playback at T minus something?" "You mean, a little early?" Wang replied, "yes, but, yes, we will only have events that occur only a few seconds, a maximum of a few minutes, before the Reference Point." "Again, you are right," said Harso, "but what if we then make point T minus that much as the next Reference Point, and then repeat the process recursion?"

If the mermaids are to escape, it’s going to be up to us. Rerun has apparently come to the same conclusion, because time suddenly starts running backwards. It’s difficult to describe the sensation if you’re close to him when this happens, because you can actually see things moving in reverse. It’s very disconcerting, especially when you’re not expecting it. If you’re not close to him, you have no idea that time has just been magically rewound. Unfortunately, Rerun is only able to reverse time for about thirty seconds this morning, back to when the Seals have already begun to emerge from the water. The net is still in place—there’s no chance for the mermaids to make a swim for it.

The Copper Kettle at five in the morning was a sanctuary of steam and low-frequency humming. The astronomical clock, now a permanent fixture on the scarred oak counter, maintained a rhythmic "tick-tock" that seemed to sync with the very pulse of the room. It was no longer a relic of Julian’s past or a symbol of his mother’s "wasted time"; it was the heartbeat of a new, unscripted reality. The golden gears, visible behind the polished casing, turned with a precision that felt earned rather than mandated, a silent witness to the night the Ice King had finally melted.

She had to marry him today since she’d already had her first memory. The clock was ticking. The rest might come tumbling down at any moment. She could get her memory back, then all would be lost. His revenge. His child’s name. He had to marry her as soon as possible. Now, before she remembered everything, and ran away again, this time taking his baby with her.

She noticed my hand seemed to be showing the number seven. What did that mean? Hannah couldn't figure it out. Just as she was about to touch the clock and rewind time again, she suddenly sensed someone watching her from behind. She turned around, but all she saw was the back of someone wearing black clothes. Hannah touched the clock. Time rewound again and again. Without a doubt, all her attempts to save me failed. By the seventh rewind, Hannah finally understood what I meant by the number seven. The number seven represented the fact that she only had seven chances to rewind time. Each time she went back, the clock became older and older.

I hurry over to the desk, swipe dust from the area, and start rolling back the clip to the day I almost died. While one hand controls the screen, the other holds fast to my taser. My senses are heightened still. Finally getting the actual date and time, I click the ‘OK’ icon. Nothing. “How?” I sigh and go again. Still, nothing. The joke isn't sitting well with me. Instead of putting in the time, I only use the date and fast forward through the clip till midnight the next day… It jumps, indicating a missing clip. Holy hell. He was here too?! Or am I really crazy?!

**Aiden's POV** One week had passed since everything happened, yet we all slipped back into our routines as if nothing had changed. Jordan had been taking extra classes with Mr. Winker, pushing himself to dive deeper into his powers. With the teacher’s guidance, he could now rewind time up to twenty-four hours instead of just a few minutes. The day before yesterday, the school cafeteria had served tacos. When I mentioned how much I loved them, Jordan rewound time without me even realizing it.

I uncoupled the clock, picked the camera and connected the tiny cam with a USB cord and played it on my phone. "102011" Hmm. 20th of October, 2011. "Smartass" I chuckled while punching the code. It failed. My heart froze. I wanted to go back to the phone to cross check but decided to try it one more time. "Shit" I muttered under my breath. I went back to fix the clock and take the cam with me. Then, took the flashdrive from the opened safe and closed it back. Apparently, I had typed a wrong number the first time.

I gently held her hand that was touching my chin and brought it to my lips for a simple kiss to threatened her in a respectful way. She just pulled her hand from mine as she gave me a glare first before she turned her back on me and steps towards the tree where she first appeared and the jar placed in its hole, turned into a sand clock. There is only more sand in its upper part, and very little sand falls into its lower part. It is as small as a needle but as time goes on, it wears out. That means it's Travis' clock.

And there, pulsing under the surface of my vein, was a digital countdown. 00:59:59 What happens when the clock hits zero?