Timeline Novels & Stories

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*

Everything unfolded in a distorted blur for Kimberly, as though time itself had slowed down just to make her endure every terrifying second of what she was witnessing. The growls, the screams, the blood, and everything else all seemed to fade into the background as her entire focus narrowed painfully onto Roy and Hugh, who were locked in a brutal fight.

At lunch, Riley rushed into the cafeteria, ready to tell Lily the news of her upcoming date with Ethan. She didn't care to tell Ollie because she knew it would only break his heart. That was something she wasn't ready to do, especially since it was only a first date. However, as soon as she opened the doors and looked around, she saw Lily and Ollie sitting at their table, and it looked as though Ollie was upset. They both sensed Riley and looked over. Ollie immediately looked mad and then disappointed, while Lily just shook her head and mouthed, not now but can't wait to talk later. Usually, they would be able to mind the link, but since they haven't gotten their wolves yet, that wasn't the

" So when he gets back, what are you planning to do? Will you tell him? " " What ? no no I can't tell him now maybe later ". "Ok but Aria" she called me. "Yes" I answered " Will I also have a mate like you" " I don't know , do you want a mate ? " I asked. "Uhumm I'm just asking, do you know what the time is " Elia said changing the topic. "No I don't know but it should be two o'clock in the afternoon" I said. " two ? Why is it so cold here?"

“They’re already writing the headline.” I step closer to the console. “Patch me in.” Ben turns sharply. “Not yet.” “Yes,” I say calmly. “But not to argue with them.” Sally looks between us. “What are you planning.” “To show sequence,” I reply. “Not opinion.” I pull up the timeline Sally has built, the clean, unforgiving alignment of timestamps that tells the story without commentary, and I feel a steady calm settle into me, because facts like this do not shout and they do not beg.

I pulled my phone out from under my pillow and lit up my screen. God, my body hurt so bad. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I didn't know how easily I'd be able to get down from my bed when I could barely even move my arm. I figured it would probably loosen up throughout the day like it did yesterday, but as of now, I felt absolutely terrible. Just then, before I could send anything, my phone lit up with a text from Jax: Mason: what's your plan for today? Well good morning to you too, I thought.

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He muttered as Ant bombed into the pool. The schedule for LA wasn't insane or manic any more, but it was still going to be a busy two weeks. He was pleased to note that Jasmine and Lakshmi had built in time they labeled as 'Float', a term he'd first heard in Project Management circles that was basically a bit of spare time built in to cope with delays and allow for the unexpected. They spent a little over an hour going through it, amending any conflicts or decisions as they went, and by the time they were done, Mark had a really clear picture of what his fortnight was shaping up to be.

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"The coffee will help." The twelve months had a shape. Ernest had not anticipated the shape. He had anticipated the duration — twelve months was a unit he could manage, twelve months had a beginning and an end, twelve months was a professional timeline with deliverables and milestones. He had not anticipated that the twelve months would refuse this framing. The twelve months had a different structure. The structure was: each day is itself and each day contains all the previous days and the thing you are building is built by the days and not by the milestones.