Story About Time Travel Novels & Stories

That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse. I remembered it vividly because it fell on my birthday. 10:28 AM. It was still 10:25 AM. Three minutes to know if this was all a dream or if life was playing a trick on me. Two minutes had passed and I was tapping my feet nervously as I stared out the window. The moment the time shifted to 10:28, I held my breath. But nothing happened. I couldn't help but let out a scoff of disbelief as I ran my hand through my hair. What was I thinking? That time travel was real?

“But it is possible! I managed to get back to the moment of the accident. If I can do that, then I should also be able to change it. It must be possible to save my love.” “He's dead, Alex. I'm so sorry for you, but you can't change death.” “I get you, I know it sounds unbelievable, but I've really travelled through time. Please believe me, Tim.” When I got home from the lake and my time travel, I was overwhelmed with people’s concerns for my mental health. Susan, in particular, was already so worried about my solo trip to the lake I wanted to make for closure. So I didn't dare tell anyone what had really happened. I told some story about enjoying nature, survival instincts that come up throu

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

There was no possible rational explanation for this. ‘Going back in time?’ Allison wanted to shake her head at the absurdity of the thought. Time travel. Basically, a hypothetical ability to travel backward or forward in time. It was usually a popular concept in science fiction, but until now, there was only scientific debate and speculation about its possibility. Some scientists explored the idea and even proposed a few methods, but everything was purely theoretical, and they may even violate known laws of physics. Allison herself believed that time travel was merely a fantasy.

I smiled a bit and repeated what I had stated, "I said, I am your future self, Tristan." I can tell that he is confused right now, judging from the face he makes. I spoke, "You did well for resisting and fighting this far. Your future you are proud of yourself," I smiled at the end of my sentence. "B-But how? Is time traveling real?" His eyes were wide while asking me "In the fantasy world, yes," I answered and giving him a warm aura. "Huh?" He asked with a confused facial expression.

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and love.

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.

Maddy and I are sleeping soundly when all of the sudden Ant jumps in the bed between us. "Morning bitches!!" he sounds chipper, "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!!" We are startled awake and completely dazed. "What the fuck?!?!" I say as I almost fall off the side of my bed "Get up. It's adventure time!" Ant is using his body to make the bed bounce while laughing. "Who the fuck let you in my house?" I ask pissed off as I look at the time on my pager. "And why did they let you in at five fucking thirty?"

It certainly is futuristic, as if coming from those sci-fi movies. “And what could that be, you say?” I furthered. I honestly, sincerely hope that this is not something that will revive Mary or anything of the sort because the least I want in this world is a zombie best friend, but judging by the excitement her husband exuded last night, the case may be something along those lines. “A time machine.” He responded.

Patterson had mentioned time travel that it finally clicked. She was not going to travel through time. No. That had proven to be impossible had it not been for the particle accelerator over in Switzerland but then again, her own father had helped her return to her time without the use of a particle accelerator so, she still wasn't sure how far her own limits extended. Back to her idea, Natasha recalled how her dad—the Blue Streak—the first human to ever be endowed with super speed, had helped her get back to her time when she had time traveled.