Timeline Novels & Stories

A version of me that nobody knew. It's funny how time can exist, freeze, move forward, backward, and then forward again. Suddenly it doesn't exist at all. What's left is an irreplaceable shadow that doesn't reoccur ever again. It's always the first and the last, yet we like to pretend that it's the same the next time even though it will never be the same. The exact same shadow that once was created is lost forever in the same tides of time that can never be stopped.

Kelvin added " you scared or something?" Bill said looking at Kelvin with an eye brawl raised " what? I'm just saying we taking to much time thinking we got to make up our minds onward to do" "We don't have a plan here, Bill what the plan" Tom inquired " why me?" He said with his face all red and sweaty "You the oldest, that's why" Bill always came up with their idea for mischief, the time they painted Mr Smith's house, it was all him, the paint wasn't that pretty, it gave the house a weird face, they always laughed anytime they rode or walked past the house.

A word of treason, a treasonous remark. "No, no. It's not like that. While I was unconscious, I had a nightmare. He died there. " In an attempt to persuade Antoneitte that she had mixed up reality and her dream, Aesthelia stuttered. When the chaos subsided, Aesthelia, who had many questions, began to think more deeply. 'I'm deep within the pages of the book. The plot dictates how the events will unfold. A timeline doesn't exist. There's only the beginning and the end'mentally, Aesthelia pondered.

They had heard the whole conversation. Lilly: "Ummm. I've got to go." Chance: "This conversation isn't over. We'll talk tonight. Please talk to Jasmine and your moms about the wedding. It's next week." Lilly: "Wow. Didn't give us much time" Chance: "You know how werewolves are. We move fast, baby." I looked over to see Griffin clench his fists. Lilly: "I talk to her and let you know. Bye." Chance: "Bye, darlin'."

She told us exactly what she wanted to do on her birthday. I set him down and started to pace the living room, along the wall of windows. Justin sat back on the couch, watching me try to think back through our conversations. How long ago was that? The only thing that kept popping was that in 1915 the color ‘Tantasic’ was banned for being too tan. “Niru knows.” I rubbed my temples as I paced the floor. “But he won’t tell me. He said she told us but I don’t even remember when that was.”

I change into my gym wear, a short and a top with a 'GIRL POWER' inscription written at the front. we all sat round the field waiting for the teacher. Ten minutes has gone by without the appearance of the teacher, I guess we will just have to wait till he comes. I picked out my phone from my purse with the intention of playing game. I click on my favorite game candy crush, has I prepared to start crushing some jellies I saw the shadow of a figure in front of me. I raised my head, seeing the person in front me, I scowl in displeasure and turned my head back to my phone.

So this is the right time. “Okay, I agree. But give me time until the end of this month until I receive my salary at my workplace and finish my work here too. It’s already the 25th and there are only five days left.” I don’t mind Bree’s decision. After all, he needs the salary and to finish his work by the end of the month. Five days won’t be long and I’ll wait patiently. “Okay, I agree.”

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Knowing that it was nearly impossible to get either of my parents on the phone, wrote an email asking them to check the availability of VanDusen Gardens and saved it to draft folder. When I was waiting for the flight to Vancouver at the Honolulu airport, would look for a connection to be able to send the message. So I opened the project planning program and created a file titled Marriage from Merilee. I entered headers for Items, Deadline, Ideas/Notes, Progress, and Conclusion. So, I inserted the first item: “Identify Location”, with the date “Urgent” and the notes “VanDusen?” and “Can parents handle this?”.

Anything. I glance out the window absent-mindedly, asking, “So, what does my calendar look like for the next two weeks?” Without missing a beat, Meera pulls out her tablet. The light from it illuminates her round face. “Nothing, actually. Not for the next two weeks, but after that… there’s a lot after that. The next meeting for the business project by Turning Point Industries is coming first — why do I have this on my tab?” “Go on,” I urge when I see her shaking her head.