This Is The Time Of Our Lives Novels & Stories

This is our last time together. What’s that? Oh my god

Not this time. This ends today.

All of these were part of my teenage life. I am home, at last, I thought, and tears filled my eyes. ‘Eric, I will find you,’ I said. ‘I know exactly where I am?’ I said. ‘But when? What is the date today?’ Is it the year 2000? Simple Things Jim Brickman Hey, time won't wait Life goes by Every day's a brand-new sky Every tear Comes to dry All that really matters in this crazy world Is you and I together, baby Just remember

You are the colors of my life! ***

"Try what?" "This. Us."

"That's right—you fell to your death! No wonder you agreed to buy those speakers this time! You did it on purpose! You wanted the car to break down early!" I stopped and gave a light clap. "Nice," I said, eyes cold. "You came back too. Just a little late. "Because you're about to die." I turned and walked out. No looking back. Behind me, Felix's screams echoed. I stepped out of the prison. Warm sun brushed my face. Sadie leaned out the car window. "Mr. Lloyd, it's over." I nodded. Yeah. It was over. Then I looked at her. Time to start over.

It better be the best thing we would ever have in our life. THE END.

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

"But this time... we’re the ones who write the next chapter." -

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.