Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

he whispered in the empty building. He rolled his shoulders dropping the past for now, stepping forward. He absently noticed footsteps in the dust covered floor but didn’t pay much attention too it. Now purposefully he walked towards a very specific room in this rundown motel. Once he reached the door, he took a deep breath before inserting the key into the door. He slowly pushed it opened with a sudden sense of déjà vu stepping into his past, knowing his immediate present and very hopeful for the coming future. All was lost within the blinked of a thought when he saw the jumping figure, legs wrapping around his waist while nails were cutting into his skin.

Our story was far from over, and the pages of our future were waiting to be written. With a long, deep breath, I took the first step in the direction to Brad’s pack. Past, present and future were about to meet again.

she added Stephanie looked at her friend, her eyes softening. "All the time," she admitted. "But I've learned that dwelling on the past doesn't change it. We just have to make the best of the present and look forward to the future." Dr. Zita nodded, taking in Stephanie's words. "You're right," she said. "I can't change what happened, but I can decide what to do next. And right now, I need to see Chris and make peace with it all."

I took two steps backward and started screaming at the doctors and nurses, "What is wrong with the hospital? This is not my mother-in-law!" My voice successfully attracted the attention of the other patients' visiting family members. One of them was even a well-known online personality, Paul Brogan. And just like in the past life, he immediately whipped out his phone and started live-streaming everything to his platforms as soon as he smelled the drama about to happen. Gary looked at a loss for what to do. He tugged at my arm and said, "Can you please stop making a fuss? We can always go back and discuss things!"

A Step Back in Time Leila’s hand squeezed mine gently, grounding me.“We don’t have to do this today,” she said softly. I let out a slow breath, my grip tightening around hers. “Yes, we do.” I had spent years trying to outrun this moment, years convincing myself that I had already moved on. But the past never lets go until you make peace with it. And Richard Steele’s shadow had followed me long enough. Inside the Walls of the Past The scent of aged wood and expensive cologne still lingered in the air as we stepped inside.

My telecel smartphone buzzed with every other message. Unknown: “You suppose you’re in advance ? You're no longer even close.” I exhaled sharply. “Then it’s time we get in advance.” Cipher idea they might erase their past. We had been approximately to rewrite their future.

The man steps forward, punching in a different set of numbers into a keypad before the glass chambers begin to open. As we walk into the bright space my eyes immediately squint as they try to readjust themselves. I cautiously look out at the very expensive looking room, noticing the different paintings and marble statues around the space. The man continues to walk me through the fancy hallways, having us pass by a bunch of scary looking men as I allow him to guide me to our destination.

The two flew in silence for a while before Shobek decided to get her mind on something else, "The place we are going to is going to look much nicer than what you have seen so far. Each person there isn't evil, but not all of them are entirely good. They are constantly replaying their lives over and over. Though they don't know that. This is why talking to them is strictly forbidden. They won't take notice of you unless you make contact first. So no matter what, don't touch anyone or talk to anyone." Kasey frowned, "they are reliving their lives?" Shobek hesitated, "more like they are repeating scenarios of their lives. They repeat the same scenario until they finally do something different,

So I made a promise, from now on, I won't waste another moment without her. This morning, I walked her to campus, and normally I'd go back home or go to the coffee shop to do some work. But this time, I was on a different mission. Instead of walking back home, I did a quick G****e search and headed over to Greene Street. After a good twenty minute walk, I stopped in front of the store window, and I saw my reflection on the glass. I had to take a moment and give myself a pep talk before going into the store. Seriously, I never thought I'd ever find myself in this place.

“If you know so much, then tell me what’s happening to me.” His expression doesn’t change. “You already know.” “No, I don’t,” I snap. “I woke up ten years in the past after being murdered by the man I loved. I can hear people’s thoughts. And now some stranger in a suit is stalking me in the middle of the night. So no, I don’t know what the hell is going on.” Something flickers in his eyes- amusement, maybe. “Good. That means you’re not completely lost. “Are you going to give me a straight answer, or should I just call the police?”