The Next 365 Days Novels & Stories

“You have three more days” “If after three days, the company’s money isn’t refunded?” “You’ll wish you’d never seen me coming”.

My name written in careful handwriting on the outside. I open it with shaking hands. *The ceremony is in three days. Use them wisely. - O* Three days until my life as I know it ends. Three days to prepare for whatever comes next.

Liam said. Great. Here’s to the next six days.

Again. "Three days," I say. "We use all of them."

“Anything.” "You shall go back into the world of the living, a year before the coming of your death. You will have 365 days to settle the score on what you have lost, to unearth what is yet to be unraveled, and to take what is rightfully yours. However, your time is up on the day of your death. You must come back to me, at all costs.”

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

"Damn this sucks." Ada sighed, picking on her teeth. It had been one entire week since Janet had been called to the principals office, one entire week of Janet being absent from school. Ada has tried to text and call, but it didn't even go through. She was beyond worried for her friend, she tried going over to Janet's house but Ada's was against it - saying Janet needed time to herself. Everyone misses you, I freaking miss my best friend gee, please text me back.

he asked, leaning against the doorframe. "Yes, thank you," I said. He looked at me with a gentle expression. "You've been through a lot these past three years." My nose stung, and I said nothing. "You won't have to suffer anymore," he said as he straightened up. "I live in the building across the street. If you need anything, just knock." Life at the institute was far busier than I had expected. I arrived at the lab at 8:00 am every day and didn't leave until 10:00 pm. Still, staying busy was a good thing. It left me no time to dwell on anything else.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

The landlord's voice echoed in her head like a bad dream. "Three days , Jessica . If you don't pay, you and your junk are out". Jessica tightened her grip on the cracked envelope in her hand . Another bill. Another threat. Another reminder that no matter how many shifts she worked or how many meals she skipped, she was never going to be enough. The flourescent lights of the diner buzzed above her. She stood behind the counter in her worn uniform, her apron stained with coffee and stress. A customer snapped his fingers impatiently, but her vision blurred. Her finger trembled.