Stopped Time Novels & Stories

"I can give up everything, but I can't lose you. I mean it. I've cut things off with Maddy. Not just her. I won't touch another woman again. Just trust me one more time." He sounded sincere. "Seven years," I said quietly. He looked at me, confused. "We've known each other for 12 years, been together for 7. You had so many chances to change." A faint laugh slipped out of me. "You don't love me. You just can't stand losing me. It's the thrill of the chase again. Something new to conquer." He shook his head quickly. "No. That's not true. I love you. I really do."

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

"The countdown on my interface isn't just ticking backward anymore—it’s skipping! Look!" Vikram glanced down at the digital display on his wrist unit while maintaining his stride. The numbers were a chaotic, flickering mess of corrupted code, rapidly flashing through impossible configurations before locking onto a terrifying reality: 13:00:28... 13:00:19... 13:00:11... Time wasn't merely running out; it was collapsing inward, drawing the physical structure of Shimla along with it.

I smile to myself. "Get down, driver! " I hear someone shout next to me. I glance up from my reading and notice one of the passengers. There are only two stops left before I reach my destination. It's 5:55 PM, and I was supposed to be on the Venus by 5:50 PM. I nervously bite my lip, wondering if I'm risking another job dismissal. I hurriedly press the small yellow button to signal my intention to disembark, and the driver promptly stops at the designated point.

“Static Junction. Last Stop. Then up.” The arrow brightened, like the system was smiling. The timer in the sky ticked down another second. There was no going back now.

she said. “You are commuting your way here?” I ask. “Yeah. My father’s car broke down the last two weeks. And it is still in the repair shop until now. since the ordered replaced parts have not yet arrived” she said. “Ahh, that’s why you rented a dorm?” I ask. “Yes. And for convenience. So that I won’t be running late to class, “ she said. I nodded my head. As I don’t know what else to say. “By the way, why did you transfer here just now? I mean, the classes started four weeks now. Uhh, I am just wondering. Hehe It’s fine if you don’t want to answer it or you find my question, uncomfortable” Aphrodite said.

It seems to cool the burning heat that still swirls deep within my stomach. Time glances at me, raising an eyebrow. “Disappointment.” “This wasn’t meant to happen. Just because I’ve seen a few flashbacks to your old life, doesn’t mean that I can trust you. It doesn’t mean that I should stray from my initial plans,” I comment, leaning my head against the wall in defeat. Time frowns as he falls into his seat, looking at me curiously. “Initial plans? You’ve had plans this entire time?” he questions. He doesn’t look offended, just curious. I shrug mindlessly. If waiting this out until I can get back to the current time to find my brothers is a plan, then so be it.

This is my last day on the planet, there is definitely something wrong with my heart. But before I can figure out exactly what ailment I'm going to die of, he reaches across and grabs the seat belt from the side. My eyes follow his hand as he pulls it across, latches the seat belt and then twists the key to start the engine. It doesn't take us more than an hour to reach Ethan's house, or probably, it is even less than that. But the array of contradictions going on inside my head is telling me otherwise, as it is adamant on making me believe that the whole day has passed since we left Mr. Hopkins’ place… that Time has stopped its usual function, and appointed itself on a new job of creating i

He stepped forward, his voice loud enough for the entire room to hear. "A masterpiece of precision, you say?" Alistair mocked, gesturing towards the clock. "It seems your 'Continuity of Time' is as fragile as your claim to this city. Look at the clock, Ms. Quinton. It has stopped. A fitting symbol for a legacy built on shadows." The room erupted into a flurry of whispered conversations. The guests leaned in, their eyes fixed on the clock. It did indeed appear to have stopped, its intricate gears motionless behind the glass.

I looked out the window as the bright sunlight filled my room. It was a beautiful morning—the kind that makes you forget every bad thing that ever happened. The light poured through the glass like honey, warm and thick. I stretched, smiled, and reached for my phone. No notifications. No signal. The time on the screen read 12:00 AM. "That's weird," I muttered. I tapped the clock app. Nothing. The seconds hand didn't move. I looked at my bedside digital clock. Same thing. 12:00 AM. Frozen.