Trapped In Time Novels & Stories

I asked, dread coiling in my gut like a serpent. “For the end of the Quarantine.” She looked around the chamber, and her gaze was now filled with a heartbreaking understanding. “This world, this ‘Quiet World,’ wasn’t a random choice for our jump, Mama. It was a… a trap. A cage. The Ouroboros’s temporal drive didn’t bring us to safety. It was pulled here. By the same force that pulled his ship.” She gestured to Eloran. “The planet is a magnet for paradox. For things that don’t belong.” Jeff swore, a sharp, vicious word that was swallowed by the humming ship. “A cage. Of course. We didn’t escape. We just swapped one prison for another. A prettier one, but a prison all the same.”

Scientist George thought that he may have aroused some interest in Valentine towards his invention, of course, he is still a young boy, he could still arouse Valentine's liking towards his invention thought the scientist George to himself. He explained some of the rules to Valentine about his invention, "There is one thing. A person could not stay in a time period for more than an hour and will be sent back here after the time interval by default. It is more because of the system which gets overloaded. Even though we are equipped with the latest machineries, supercomputers”, there was a disappointment in his voice as he continued after every word he spoke. "It's like the path of making this

It was a trap. It was a trap I couldn’t shake off. I shimmied hard into the rabbit hole and got stuck inside. There was no way out. The pull of the blanket under my chin, the fold of my body and the dangerous thoughts were all a trap. I found myself in a loop, in a cycle I could not break.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After she was rescued, he shoved me into a wooden box and nailed it shut! "You will suffer a hundred times more than she did!" he yelled. I begged, "Please, Yoel, I didn't mean to forget her in the car! It was an accident!" He showed no mercy. "Stay in there and think about your actions. You'll come out once you've learned your lesson!" he snapped.

Just open door and lights leading deeper into the facility. Just a ten-year-old boy in a wheelchair waiting to explain why everything we tried was always going to fail. And two ghosts walking into trap with nothing except hope that emotional chaos could defeat optimal calculation. The doors closed behind us. The trap activated. And somewhere above, eight hundred clubs waited to see if surrender meant salvation or just delayed extinction. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

I said quietly, already feeling the wrongness pressing against my skull, “everyone here gets trapped repeating different slices of time. Forever.” Zara’s face went pale. “Cool. Love that. Hate that. Mostly hate that.” The highway trembled then jerked backward. Not physically but temporally. For half a second, the cars were pristine clean. and intact. Then they snapped back to damaged and abandoned. Then pristine again, then abandoned. “Time is skipping,” Jamal said. “No,” I said, heart racing as the pattern revealed itself. “It is overlapping.” I walked slowly toward the center of the interchange where three elevated roads crossed.

"Or maybe thirteen more people just means more witnesses to our failure." "Maybe. But I'd rather fail trying than succeed at giving up." Dr. Vance smiled slightly. "You sound like you've been making impossible choices for a while." "Ten years. Since the freeze. Since I time-traveled to warn people and failed anyway." "You time-traveled?" "Long story. For after we save the world. Or die trying." "I'll hold you to that story." "Deal." They finalized the plan. Tomorrow at dawn, they'd infiltrate the facility.

she hissed. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. After inspecting my forearm and scanning the room, the truth hit me like ice: I was trapped in a time loop, one spun by a monster in disguise. This was the eighteenth cycle. I pulled out my phone. Two new audio files sat in my gallery. Were they messages left by… me from earlier loops? I tapped the first file. The moment my recorded self let out a piercing scream, I froze—because a second, real scream rang out from the living room.

He finally smiled, looking at me like I had just passed some twisted test. "You see, little doll," he murmured, stepping over the body like it was nothing, "I take care of what’s mine." My stomach churned. I wanted to run. But I already knew— I couldn't. ----- Time had lost all meaning. Sameera didn't know when one day ended and another began. The room she was trapped in had no windows, no clock—just cold walls and the flickering overhead light that seemed to turn on and off at random. Sometimes it bathed the space in a dull, lifeless glow for hours. Other times, darkness swallowed her whole, leaving her alone with nothing but her thoughts.

"Aw, sad you lost?" "No, just don’t like that game. Jay loves it though." "Yeah, he taught it to me. So, we talked about my worst time, share with me your best time." Jake paused in gathering up the cards. He could lie, which would suck. Or he could be honest but that could open a door he was trying to close; and in some ways, that was a losing battle. "Well, it’s a tossup." "Yeah," she asked, "between what?" "This time on the couch or the night we had quite a while back."