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Eyes of Time Chapter 11: Training It’s hard to wake up in the morning. It was harder to fall asleep last night. The whole sleeping through the day routine messing up with my inner clock. That and the memories. After the meeting with the Sensei, my tutor from now on, James resumed his mother hen act by accompanying me to my room. He made all the right questions, pointed at the pills and told me how to take them. He was concerned with my rest, because come morning it wou

Chapter 10: Numb It turns out I wasn’t on the floor of my room as long as I perceived it. Through all the drama happening around me I was just unaware. The alarms had gone off, just like last time. People had rushed to my door just the same way, pounding on it relentlessly. They had to give up eventually when it was clear I wasn’t going to open, and the keys were on the lock. They had to get tools to force it open, break the lock, the door, anything. They found me there, shi

Chapter 9: Chapter 9, Witness to my demise “So, what do you have to say for yourself?” James voice is cold, merciless, obviously tired of waiting. “Why must you always make it sound like everything is my fault?” I sigh, and am slightly aware that I might sound just a little bit whinny. “What?” I struck him speechless it seems. His posture changes dramatically, very defensive, like a little kid that has the sinking suspicion someone is about to steal his candy bar.

My name is Rhina, and I am a time-jumper. I do not know what is my purpose and much less why was I given such a gift. But my inner-clock tells me that I’m very close to finding out. by anaB

Chapter 8: Chapter 8, Answers? He was caught by surprise with my question. He obviously had no idea how I could know about such a person, whoever it was. “Wow, girl. You are fast! Where did you hear that name?” “Girls talking, the bathroom.” “Damn gossipers, always on top of everything, it looks like.” Deep breath from him, filling his lungs and readying him for what he’s going to say. “Like I said I will only give you advice, on what I believe you should

Chapter 7: The Community I can hear voices outside my door, really loud voices. I can recognize them between the awful noise of the alarms, or whatever it is they are. I swallow and brace myself for the worse, making my way to the door. If I wasn’t so scared I would have laughed. Outside my door is a circle of men in their underwear, with guns pointed at me, their faces menacing. Behind them, in the not so large hall a lot of startled, scared faces that can’t resist to take a loo

Chapter 6: Yielding The car comes to a stop a few paces in front of me. The park is almost deserted at this time of night. I can hear the voices on the other side of the bridge, where the city lights drag shadows over the night life. People enjoying themselves mostly; friends hanging together, joining to go to bars, the cinema, or just to cause trouble. I wish I could trade with any of those people. But I know I can’t and so I take a deep breath and prepare myself for what is to

Chapter 5: Impasse Your friend is in a safe location. So is your family. If we got to them then so would they. It is for the best. Contact me, I can help you. James The words in that note ring in my head for a long time. I believe I might even be in shock. All looks hopeless. My cell phone dangles in my hand as the last few words of a female computerized voice says how my brother’s phone is out of reach. It’s the second time I’ve tried. So are my father’s, hi

Chapter 4: Pursuit Instead of resuming its regular beating pattern, my heart started to race erratically fast. In a symphony only measured by the speed at which my thoughts gain voice inside my head. This is a paradox I can’t possible force myself to comprehend. How can those beautiful clear eyes, that I know can gain such a caring quality to them, possibly star in the same horror movie as that steel harsh person, the one than made my life this nightmare? What is the meaning of t

Chapter 3: Enigma I’m sitting at the back of the bus, my eyes on the scenery passing by through the window. It’s all so familiar, the streets that I’ve travelled so many times, yet I can’t suppress the feeling of strangeness that curls inside myself. I was restless when I woke up this morning and I’m restless now. Sam tried to make me feel as comfortable as possible, and were it any other time I am sure I would have been, I was in Sam’s company after all. But as much as I try I c

Chapter 2: Runaway From a safe mute darkness flowing around me, images start progressively running wild behind my eyelids. A chaotic entropy of colours and sounds. I try to get focus, to orient myself among the dizziness of information. It must be a nightmare, what with the ugly and twisted faces. Anguish, sorrow and pain, all twisted in a deformed mass which causes me instinctive anxiety. All faces accuse me with their eyes, all except one. Such beautiful eyes, they captivate me. So cle

Chapter 1: Awakening Headphones on my ears, music playing mid-volume, my rollerblades dancing and dodging the sidewalks. This is how I like to cross the town on my daily errands and routines. I tried taking the subway for a while, I really did. For my Dad’s sake more than mine, in a last effort to conform. But the first two weeks were hell. The closed spaces, the asphyxiating overtly breathed air, the notion of being buried underground in complete darkness in case of any technical failure. An

Prologue: The first time it happened it caught me completely unaware. Words fail me to describe the atrocity of what I witnessed on that night. A chain of unforeseen events taking place as though it had been screen-playedbefore. As if someone had premeditated all of it. But my mind refuses to accept such notion. All that gore could not be the result of a human mind. A mind that worked and thought through similar processes as my own. As long as I live I shall not ever forget that land

How do you face eternity when fate has abandoned you alone? Warning: Character Death

It has passed two weeks since I last watched the stars. I used to love the stars. Not because they are beautiful but because you loved them so. The stars would always make you smile. And gods, I love your smile. Whenever it graced your face a wave of warm happiness would cross my body and take residence on my stomach, filling me with nice feelings. It would stay there for hours after. Even if you could not be there, I would still feel you inside my very being, making me happy. Not that it