روايات وقصص ضمن The Year You Were Born Book

~ 11th October, 2005 I killed my mother "Wait what?" I was so stunned. I was born in two thousand and two, so if Herman is seven years older than me that means he was writing this at ten years old. No judging by the date, eleventh October....it was before his birthday. He...killed his mother the day before his birthday. Oh my god! I drop the book and take a deep breath in. Willing the feeling of dread to pass. How can a nine year old kill his own mother? Nine year olds adore their mums. Gulping down my silver I reopen the book and hope what I read was just metaphorical.

“It’s just the year.” My pulse jumped. “The year?” I echoed casually. He nodded, distracted by the way my hands had moved to his shoulders again. “Which year?” I asked, brushing my lips against his ear this time. He exhaled slowly. “The year everything changed,” he said. I stilled slightly. “And what year was that?” I asked gently. He looked at me, eyes hazy with desire and a hint of something else. “The year Jack was born.” My heart slammed against my ribs, but my expression didn’t change.

She saw her books and found a white card—it was her thesis advising card. She read it carefully and muttered, “So… it really is 2015. This year, I’m still a senior and am in the process of submitting my thesis.” She swallowed nervously and muttered in confusion, “Is this … real? Have I gone back in time?”

CHAPTER 1 I was said to have been born with metaphysical abilities in the year 1993. The one my late mother called "The Celestial spark." Although at my nineteenth birthday, I happened to come across a note she left behind before her uncertain death which occurred not long after we moved to Venezuela from the New Orleans. Precisely four years ago. In her note, she wrote....

Buzz Chapter 1 Ryan 6 years ago It was my first year in Caltech university studying computer science. I already knew most of the shit that was being taught but I needed it on paper. I could have taught this class myself when I was 12. I had skipped two years in high school and started college at 16, so I was younger than most of the student body. Putting it mildly? I am a mother-fucking genius.

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."