Time Stop Novels & Stories

“Stop.” Lucas froze the display. “Go back three seconds.” He did. A tiny fluctuation appeared in the lower corner. Not data. Timing. The systems had synchronized for 0.0007 seconds. Every major subsystem. At exactly the same moment. I stared at it. “That shouldn't be possible.” Lucas leaned closer. “Why?” “They aren't supposed to share a clock at that resolution.” “They don't.” “Then why did they?” He didn't answer. Because he was already running the same question through his models.

So I lock the phone screen and continue the conversation. Another message. +555223395562~TeacherToy Don't forget your homework. Monday is right around the corner and we'll see each other soon to clear up any doubts about the last task. How to title? Harassment? Obsession? Passion? A little bit of everything, perhaps. Stephen, you will pay me back for making me feel bad. For me. By Max. For this three story. I lock the screen again, praying he's satisfied with my silence. And then, we arrived.

he said, looking a little more interested in the conversation. "Well, according to you, certain things were discontinued thirteen years ago," I said and he nodded in confirmation, "but according to a few records, that is not the case." "What records?" I gestured toward the files on the side. Soren's eyebrows cinched into a small frown before he leaned forward and grabbed a file. I sat silently as he read page after page in the file. I could see his relaxed frame turning rigid the more he read on. He looked at me, unable to hide his shock and surprise.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

To know their reasons, and to make them step out of their position. And you know what I've found out? It's the fact that time is trying to hide something and I'm going to decipher the truth with my bare hands. And you can't blame me with this mindset of mine because I had enough of what I've been through. Everything's way more than enough for me. If time is my enemy, then I'll try to stop the clock whose controlling it. I'll break everything just to end this fucking shits for I am already tired of it.

, He answered me while playing on phone. “This eve- evening”, I pushed take deep breaths and shout while continuing 3 fingers, “3 days,” I asked him as shaking him harshly I refuse, “No, I won't go”, as folding my arms “No one is asking you,”, He gave me a look and continue, “It's final decision. " “But-”, I trial off “No, but its final”, He give me a final look and continue playing his phone...

Time stopped for Ana when she heard the devastating news coming so bluntly from the man in front of her. For a little while, even for a transient moment, she’d felt genuine happiness at Kevin’s party. She had even managed to stop the flow of memories from flooding her with grief, having put Devin’s Crighton re-appearance in her life as an unfortunate coincidence. It had all been possible because of the wonderful time she’d been spending with Kevin who’d been so sure she would skip because of her hectic schedule. But she would never be too busy for him. For them. She loved them unconditionally and limitlessly.

I try again because the silence is slowly killing me. "Have you ever seen a wrong time?" "Huh?" So he wants to discuss it right here, right now? Instead of waiting till we're both in our right mind? "Have you ever seen 7.67 pm?" I don't really get what's going on here... "5.99 am?" ...okay? "The time is always right, Soph." "Oh." I'm such a moron. So he was actually talking in Math perspective? 7.67 pm? 5.99 am?

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

James nodded. He was intrigued by the Time Chamber as he went into it. There was a vast open space and a simple house ahead of him. Sophie walked in after him and said, “As long as you remain in this yard’s vicinity the passage of time will be slower than outside.” “Alright.” James nodded. “If you can’t master this technique after practicing for two years, then you’re truly unexceptional.” “I’ll definitely master it.” James wore a determined expression. Sophie refused to linger and turned to leave.