Time Will Tell Novels & Stories

“Some people do. Some people don’t. Either way, he should know when you are not home.” “I’m going to tell him. I’m just waiting for the right time.”

There were just so many things about Chuck that she didn't know. On the other hand, because her reply never came, the woman on the other end became impatient and kept gloating. [Don't even try to turn a blind eye. See you at Basti Road Cafe at 3 PM.] [Surely you're keen to find out how else your dear husband cheated?] - As Lisa waited by the window at Basti Road Cafe, the woman arrived far after 3 PM, but she remained unaffected despite her glower.

Mom's knock is usually single with at least 30 seconds interval to let me respond before knocking for the second time. Gracie knocks multiple times with an interval which is less than half a second, if that even exists. If you don't respond after the first series of knock, she opens the door with a spare key and walks right in. I hear the creaking sound of the door. Of course, it's definitely Gracie. My eyes open and I become fully conscious as I listen to Gracie ask me the regular question. “Gar, have you taken your drugs, You remember what the doctor said, right? Take them before the clock hits 7:20 which is just 5 minutes away. Mom asked me to remind you, she's downstairs getting your bre

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

FATE and TIME were floating over the waterfall, looking down at Sia, who was thrashing, violently. Time turned to FATE with solemn expression, “ It's time, right? ” FATE turned her head at him and nodded robotically. It was really time!

I was in a losing situation here. “Eventually, you will tell me what is going on, right? I don’t think I can take this crap anymore. I need to know what is happening, especially since I’m mixed up in the middle.” “I can only tell you my part of it. Tim will have to explain the rest. And yes, I plan on telling you everything when the time is right.” “And when will the time be right, Nathaniel? I’m tired of hearing that you will tell me and you don’t. There never seems to be the right time for all of this, so please tell me.”

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—"

“I…we wanted to tell you something. But we didn’t know how to tell you.” She let go of my wrist as I lowered my hands down on the side, waiting for her to explain the explanation they wanted to tell me. I glanced at Tyson and Mike who was now looking at and to Leah like they were kids waiting for their friend to tell their mothers that they wanted to hang out. “This might come in a bit of a shock to you, but,”, she exhaled loudly. “Time here and on the other side is kind of different.” I stared at her with a blank expression, waiting for her to explain further but I was met with silence. “Okay…?” I was still confused about what was going on here. What does time have to do with us being here

"Speaking of forgetting things. I needed to tell you that you have your doctor's appointment tomorrow. I know that I said that I'd bring him back to see you about... I don't know how long ago, but he's arranged to come about half six - ish in the evening. I do need to tell you first though that the doctor isn't a regular NHS doctor though. There's an organisation out there, called the The Organisation for the Inter Time Overseers, aka TOFTITO, aka the fucking time police.

"When?" "Last night." I exhaled slowly, keeping the breath controlled. "That was not telling. That was revealing things after they had already done their damage, in the order that suited you, at the timing you had chosen. That is not the same as telling me." His gaze sharpened slightly. Not with defensiveness. With the particular focus of someone who has just encountered a distinction they find worth examining. "Timing matters," he said. "Yes," I said. "It does. And it has never once been mine."