Secondhand Time Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

*The Brief for the Second Life* is published in March. The publisher who released the first book says, when she sends it, that the second book is harder to categorize and easier to read and will find a different audience from the first — not larger necessarily, but different. She says: yes. That is correct. The first book is for people who make things. The second book is for people who are wondering why what they make matters, and for the people who learn from watching the makers.

I let the rainbow colours come again. The Here and Now It's taken way too long to get to Tim's home, back from my trip to the lake. “Hey Alex, nice to have you back. Susan will drop by in a moment to discuss something about the band, but we've got some time right now.” Tim cheerfully greets me at the door. I run past him to the bookcase. And on the way I yell, "Do you still have the book The Time Machine?" "No sorry, I lost it a long time ago. Otherwise I would have already given it to you when you started about time travel.”

If every dead-end has a door, then that'll be one of my advantages. I smirked with that before I entered that door and stopped when I saw the thing that I've been dying to see. The thing that made me so curious just by hearing its name. A time machine, my eyes got fixed on it the moment I saw it. It wasn't shinning but I was dazzled by it. It's like a time capsule but way bigger than it and has many buttons in it. I can also see what's inside because it's pure glass, but I'm sure that it can only accommodate two persons, and I'm one of them.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

The unknown variables of my transformation only added to my panic. To make matters worse, I had been robbed of my usual distraction: work. I didn't go to the store today as Taylor had called in sick at the last minute, which meant a free day for all of us at the store. I should have been relieved, but instead, the free time only gave me more opportunity to obsess over the impending transformation. I glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, watching as the hands crawled sluggishly towards 1:00 pm. Was it just my imagination, or was time slowing down? The day felt interminably long, each second ticking by with agonizing slowness.

Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window.

My second book is up on the app titled “Cielo: Chronicle of untold truths” Please check it out, you'll surely love it. Thank you all, and God bless!

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

After arriving at a sort of inn for travelers, Chronos eavesdropped a conversation between two animal-like people, the first half-breeds he saw. "Did you see the foreigner who cut Dan's hand?" -asked one of them. "Yes, I knew it would eventually happen if he kept trying to rob travelers, but I think his gang would still try to avenge him" -answered the second Half-breed. Chronos kept that in mind while going inside the inn. Probably only the closer ones to someone would only care -Chronos thought. Finally, inside the inn, Chronos went straight to the receptionist with a half-serious and half disinterested expression. "Excuse me...how many days does this worth?" -Chronos placed an emerald of

“Dear diary. I am fully independent now. I felt like an important personnel as I walked into the club. On arrival, we were welcomed like royals and treated so well. Lucky for us, our IV covered the VIP area. It was later we found out Maddison’s parents owned it. Then was when we realized Maddison was richer than we thought we knew about.” Clara still couldn’t figure out why she wrote that. It felt really cringe now. Going through more penned down writings, some made her laugh, and some brought tears to her eyes. She loved that she could relish in these past memories. Clara closed the diary, she wasn’t done reading, but she would take a pause. The cleaning wouldn’t finish itself.