The Ministry Of Time A Novel Novels & Stories

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

"I see you seek the truth. " I moved closer towards him. "May I ask what truth you're talking about? " "I know you have questions about why you can't just stop reliving this day. " My eyes flickered frantically. "Oh my—you know? " "Brace yourself for what I am about to say next. " He looked up for a second then turned towards me. "My name is Mann; THE GOD OF TIME... and, time is not on our side, Tyre. " The traffic going on in my head was enough to make it explode. My silver briefcase shook staggeringly and I held it with a firmer grip.

I’ll hopefully change that soon. Soft snow falls as I hop out of the car with a flashlight, walking down the path to the cave. The snow crunches under my feet, giving away my approach immediately. I simply walk confidently toward Time, swinging my flashlight back and forth. He comes to the barrier as I approach, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. “Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Time says, raising his eyebrow at me. I set my flashlight down on the ground, giving it enough light to see him. He’s made some kind of bed out of packed snow. It almost makes me feel bad for him.

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

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“But she’s right in the Ministry where the Minister is working. Maybe the Minister came by her desk and call you right after?” Darrion tilted his head, looking curious and a bit confused. “That is not possible. The Minister came right to the headquarters about an hour ago to give the news. And I’ve visited the Ministry to look for Jai and Greta, but they weren’t back yet. I came to look for you here because my co-worker saw you leaving the building around twenty minutes ago. How can the Ministry knew anything from her report an hour ago? And what were you doing in the lake? Was there some sort of problem?” the blonde stared at his friend in curiosity.

I nod at him, feeling Arles and the other ministers hear our conversation closely. “Your Highness, may I ask what is the thing that you’re wearing on your right arm,” Another minister asks. I look at him and recall his name. He’s Isidorus, the Minister of supernatural matters. He seems younger than most of the ministers. He must be in his late twenties. He has a very curious set of eyes. I look at the thing he’s been pointing to.

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

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?"

“Very well then.” The pentagram of time then drew around them. With the gate that is distinct and only pertains to the Mistress of time. The book appears in its hallowed state, with only the purple neon light that draws its outline. The book opens as the sound of the flipping pages is echoing, and stopping at a particular point. As the Mistress of time, smiled and said. “Winona Bell.”