Worlds Apart Book Novels & Stories

"No, but I can't get into details, let's just say they wanted two different things in two different worlds and no one took the time to view the imperfections in their world before they judged the others." - End of Chapter 15: Worlds -

Samuel frowned tightly as his mind was filled with wild thoughts. He and the man were face to face, but they couldn't communicate with each other. Even if he taught the other party what they could understand now, there would always be an invisible force that seemed to stop them. They were not from the same world? Under the fog were two worlds. However, due to certain circumstances, the two worlds met. All of them were living people, and they just lived in different dimensions and were on par with each other. It was like she could meet him and have a simple confrontation with him.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

The quiet hospital room was filled with nothing but our soft crying. A long time passed before our emotions finally settled down. I rubbed my red eyes, looked around curiously, and asked in a small voice, "Mommy, are we in a different world now?" My mom's body went stiff for a moment. Then she gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "Yes. I'm sorry, Lily. Mommy took you away from that world without asking you first..." I cut her off and grabbed the hem of her shirt tightly. "I want to be with Mommy forever. I'd go anywhere with you."

Hi, thank you for reaching this far into the story. Let me know what you think about it. Is it bad or good? I'm not so sure myself so I'm asking you to write a review (no pressure, I'd just like some feedback.) This is Volume 2, A Dark, Desolate World, where the story continues on where the first volume stopped. Our main character Isuzu goes to South Britain, the British colony in Terra Australis to speak with the person who made her go there in the first place, the General.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

I have friends," Arya sai "None I can see," said the one without a nose. He was squat and thick, with huge hands. Black hair covered his arms and legs and chest, even his back. He reminded Arya of a drawing she had once seen in a book, of an ape from the Summer Isles. The hole in his face made it hard to look at him for lon The bald one opened his mouth and hissed like some immense white lizard. When Arya flinched back, startled, he opened his mouth wide and waggled his tongue at her, only it was more a stump than a tongue. "Stop that," she blurte

he said. “They already have,” the stranger replied. “The world always feels the first knock before it sees the door open.” Dax exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “Then tell us what exactly we’re dealing with.” The figure pulsed in hesitation, as if trying to decide on how much to say. “Somewhere far beyond the sealed ridge,” it finally said, “lays different realms far older than yours. These realms are places where beings that do not live by the same laws exist. The Arbiter was the last of the many watchers who were assigned to keep those realms separate from yours.”

I stood before it for a moment with my hands at my sides, looking at the dark, worn cover, the spine that had no title, the pages whose edges had a faint luminescence that might have been age or might have been something else entirely. Then I picked it up. The world ended. That is the only way I can describe it, not darkness, not pain, not a simple sensation, but the total and violent ending of the world I had been standing in one moment before and my simultaneous arrival in every other world that had ever been or could have been. Images. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Wars I had no name for, fought by people whose faces I’d never seen, on landscapes that didn’t match any geography I

Seemingly at the same time, Noah took a subconscious step forward and reached out as if to help me up. He frowned. There was a look of hurt in his eyes. “Don’t touch me.” I pushed his hand away and levered myself off the ground. Noah’s hand remained hanging midair. His face was as white as a sheet. “Noah,” a gentle voice called. I looked over and saw Yvonne Hastings walking over from the car. At practically the same time, Noah took a step back and put more distance between us. Then, he walked toward Yvonne and draped his coat over her shoulders.