Void Century Novels & Stories

I asked while he flipped through the pages. "I figure one day the twenty-first century will be a part of history," he said. "And if historians of the future ever want to know what life was like in the twenty-first century, I might as well help them out a little by writing down whatever I can." "What do you write down, then?" I asked, my eyes tracing over the seemingly endless array of leather journals.

Nothing is permanent in this world, but one thing is for sure purest intention will always win. THE END

Ben said through the comm. "THE PRINCIPAL IS NOT THE PROBLEM. THE INTEREST IS." The Auditor filled another page. "THE SHAREHOLDERS SET THE COMPOUND RATE AT ONE POINT SEVEN PERCENT PER UNIVERSAL CYCLE. A UNIVERSAL CYCLE IS APPROXIMATELY TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION YEARS. NINE BILLION YEARS CONTAINS THIRTY-SIX CYCLES." "One point seven percent compounded thirty-six times," Ben calculated. His Truth Eye flickered. "That is... a multiplier of approximately one point eight four."

Nodding my head, “Yeah!… I mean what day is today?” “It’s the 31st of July.” “Ok… what year?” He paused for a bit, stared at the faces of the others before sending his gaze back to me. “It’s the year 2024. We are in the 21st century.” “Oh. Alright, thanks.”

they said. Adrian’s sharp gaze cut through their doubts. "I’ll trust him this time. I don’t think this little one would lie easily. After all, it’s been here for over a hundred years." A hundred years? Tyron and the Violet Rain Bird were shocked. They hadn’t expected the Fire Unicorn to have been in this place for a century. Finally recovering from its surprise, the Violet Rain Bird nodded in understanding. "A hundred years isn’t unusual for unicorns. To them, a century passes in the blink of an eye. Given its current form, it’ll probably take another hundred years before it fully matures."

Cecillia asked again, she leaned towards Alistair. "I live in 2022," Alistair answered flatly. "Year 2022? Do you know what century you are in now?" Cecillia brought her face closer to Alistair's. "I don't know," Alistair shook his head. "Today is the 16th century, Year 1520," Cecillia replied.

Sicily, Italy "Arthur, at least get married now? How long would you keep Sylvia hanging like this?" "Later." Myra was sufficiently pissed off with Arthur's idea of getting married later. This later word became a curse for Sylvia. Though she had never spoken anything or uttered a single word, Myra felt really bad for her. For the past three years that girl was waiting for Arthur. And the big boss of the Moretti family is still not taking any further steps to initiate the marriage. Arthur was almost 30 and Sylvia 24.

I did not wait for his response but slipped through the small gate and unto the Maxwell's property. ✏✏💭💭 (1) Naomi was not scared about what Montclair said but about feeling free with each other so much. ******* This author wishes every one a happy new year and also, this author knows that the scenery depicted in the story( the forest; I read it somewhere- they didn't teacher me this in history class, that in the history of England- i don't know which year or years but, the forests were used only by the royalties and nobles for gaming and the likes. So please erase that piece of information from your mind in this story and imagine such law was not included in the constitution at that time

They all felt like a shelter from the world, like a place for prayer and silent contemplation. The vampire finally stopped and faced them. She stared back at Caitlin with her large, compassionate eyes, and looked otherworldly. "We are at the turn-of-the-century," she said. Caitlin thought for a moment. "What century?" she asked. "The sixteenth, of course. It is 1599.” 1599, Caitlin thought. The idea was overwhelming. Once again, she wished she’d read her history more closely. Previously, she had gone from 1791 to 1789. But now she was in 1599. Nearly a 200 year leap.