Novel & Cerita Short Story On Time Travel

, he again repeats his statement " What ?”, the old man again questions with shock " But that was just story which I used to tell you all in order to just entertain you”, he explains Andrew " But my master your story has taken the real form as she is the one who has told us that the time travelling is real”, Andrew again speaks controlling his happiness

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

After a long contemplation, I said, "I'm telling the truth. I'm a dog if I lie!" This phrase might sound feeble to an adult, but I felt it would work on a nine-year-old Tina. I remembered that I would believe someone unconditionally during my childhood when they told me they were a dog if they lied. Tina remained silent, and she hung up after a few seconds. I frantically pulled out my phone and opened the same news page from 20 years ago. The content remained unchanged. Could it be that Tina still did not believe me? I kept refreshing the page, hoping the news would change, but nothing happened after several minutes. Unable to wait any longer, I quickly called again. I had made up my mind to

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Everyone urged me to focus on my recovery first, but I couldn't wait another moment after wasting so much time. On the day my advisor recommended a position with modest pay but strong potential, I received a wedding invitation.

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world."

The person who poked me was my desk mate, Yvonne Quinn, who had just transferred here a week ago and was crowned as the most beautiful girl on campus. In my previous life, she had been just as carefree and self-assured, declaring, "Give me his contact info, and I'll have him in a week." Back then, I had dismissed it as mere boasting. But that very evening, I witnessed her seated on the table, sharing a kiss with Nash. The plaster statue that should have been on the table tumbled to the ground, breaking into pieces. I was reborn! I found myself transported back to a time when tragedies hadn’t unfolded yet.

Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Two years later, I was pregnant again. Time seemed to have passed by so quickly. Sometimes Horace would ask me, "How many years do I have left?" See? He was sharp, too. Just because he didn't ask often didn't mean he couldn't sense something was off. When he asked, I'd answer, "Only tomorrow. You should hurry up. When you're gone, I'll use your money to fill the house with young men. You know I could do it, right?"

So she asked: – What if I interact, touch, or stubbornly want to say something to my mother? The watch coldly replied, the mechanical words without sympathy: – Because she is affected by the paradox of time, if your mother had strong contact with an outcast like you, her memories of the other timeline would be awakened.

her time in each world will change in a decreasing direction. “More details!”- she said. [In the first world, you have three years to complete your task, but as time flies, the limited time in other worlds will decrease. When time runs to zero, you can return home.] “So…., the limited time to complete my mission will decrease over time?"- Annie thought for a while. [That’s it!]-said the system. “If only you said to me sooner…” [Alright! I said I’m sorry, it’s my fault, Ok… I promise I will report to you on time! And…to compensate, I'll give you a five-star lucky bag.]