Somewhere In Time Plot Novels & Stories

She closed her fist tightly and gulped her last agony. Surroundings started to move in a spiral manner. Everything became vague again. The darkness slowly surrounded the four figures. They stood in front of the screen where all the memories were organised. They stepped out of the portal and the portal disappeared behind them. Now they stood in their basement, the year 2051.

we finally get inside his car and we we had gone to his place. When he led me inside his unit, I was expecting that it would be so messy and dirty, but it's not. "You go ahead and choose something you want to watch, I'll just make some chicken noodle soup for you and get some blankets." I nodded and sat on his sofa, grabbing the remote. I chose Coraline as usual... That made me remember the times Xander and I used to watch movies together in my room. I can't help but let out a small cry, what changed between us? was my apology wasn't enough?

With Cedrick, they are now one family. The year 3021… Derek steps out from the time machine and he can see that he is not in a ghost town. He's already in a wasteland since there is no one around anymore. How can he end up on this timeline? He can't even do anything about the buttons. It seems like the time machine has been tampered with. He's very sure that it was Dr. Drake Cole. Although he was able to kill him, he sent him here. It will be easy if he can just enter another date to go. But it looks like Drake was able to lock that feature. They should have made some changes to the keypads. It's a copy of his time machine, of course, he knows how to mess it up.

They encountered fragmented timelines – glimpses of the civilization's past glories intertwined with their desperate future struggles. Finally, they reached the heart of the anomaly – a colossal temporal manipulator, a forgotten artifact humming with chaotic energy. Anya, deciphering cryptic inscriptions on the artifact, discovered it was built by the civilization itself, a desperate attempt to control the passage of time. Their desire to manipulate time, however, had backfired spectacularly. The artifact, malfunctioning due to an unforeseen consequence, was now tearing their timeline apart. Xylo, with his expert knowledge of temporal mechanics, proposed a solution. They could reroute the ar

It was a moment of shared triumph, a testament to the power of unity and unwavering determination. With this newfound knowledge, we set our plan into motion. The intricate dance of time manipulation became second nature to us, a harmonious blend of ancient wisdom and familial intuition. As the day of our final attempt approached, there was a quiet confidence between us, an unspoken understanding that we were ready. When the time came, we stood together, our hands joined not just in physical touch but in a connection that transcended the tangible. The fabric of time enveloped us, and we stepped into the moment where Cassian Maximilian's fate hung in the balance.

The one in my chest. Time. It was time.

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.

Claude was dressed in black. He held a box of ashes in his hands and had a sad look on his face. Ariel stood next to him, instructing two of her bodyguards to dig up the empty plot on the left of my mother's grave. Both of their backs were facing me, so nobody saw me entering quietly from the back. Soon, a large, deep hole appeared in the ground. Claude then bent down and put the box of ashes into the hole. He sniffed quietly as he said, "My dear Scooby, I'm finally laying you to rest."

That place looked nice, by the sea. “My dear Hunters. Just the people I want to see,” I suddenly hear from outside the tent. I whirl around, walking back to the other side, peering through. It’s Time, facing both Skylar and Carlos. “Now you can probably assume why I’m here,” Time says, holding his arms open. He is looking around, as if to catch sight of me. I pull the curtain back for a moment until I brave looking back out. He hasn’t seemed to notice me, and Carlos and Skylar aren’t giving anything away. Why are they trying to help me so bad?”

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.