Time Travel Tales Novels & Stories

I’m also bisexual but never told a soul. While I was out of town, I let Elijah borrow my MacBook MagSafe charger. I was taking a semester off and rarely used it. A month later it was time to register for classes and my laptop was dead. Elijah was at work so I went into his room looking for the charger. I careful searched as to not make it look like the FBI was looking for the Watergate tapes in there. In his desk I came across what appeared to be a diary. I’m an asshole sometimes I admit. So what did I do? I opened it and read parts of it. Turns out my “straight” roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting.

And I don’t think she’s at peace with us being romantically over, that I’ve found another love … had found … I lean back on the hard, wooden chairs of the library. My eyes tingle from the constant reading of fine print in dusty books. Surely there must be something to be found somewhere about why time travel is really possible, and how it works when you try to change something in the past. So many writers have written about time travel, so many philosophers have contemplated it, even scientists have looked into it. There must be at least a grain of truth in it, right? I also run into all kinds of conspiracy theories in my research: that the Twin Towers fell by the FBI, that JFK was killed by

His travels have been noted down and are the subject of an investigation that is being undertaken. The nature of time is complicated. To best explain it, there is only one, singular timeline. If a time traveller from 2005 went back in time to tell Ramses II about Facebook, the time traveller could not return to 2005 to see any difference in the world. The time traveller had always gone back in time to tell Ramses, and the events of Ramses learning about Facebook had happened, chronologically, before the time traveller went back in time. Jasper Red had always gone back in time to fall into your back garden, and you had always fed him cornflakes, before he cooperated in a project to create tim

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

Cristine exclaimed. “Can’t really help you. I don’t understand the science well, maybe you would. But when they warp space and time, it’s pretty much impossible to send you back. You died in your time period and only then could you be brought here. If we send you back, it’s going to do some weird stuff to the fabric of the universe.” Cristine scrunched her brow. “Oh, right. I… didn’t think about that.” Ellis smiled. “If you want to read about it, I can give you books on it!” she said. Cristine’s eyes lit up.

"At the beginning of time, there was the one and he was the light. He was alone for a long time and his name was Alkahiri," Jaishu Kokozu started to narrate the story of how Alkahiri created the universe for the children. The children were all sitting on the wooden floor, paying attention except one who was dozing off. All the children of the noble clans must go through schooling and when they turn ten they get shipped off to Camp Shitori for military training.

Ava braced herself. Eli grabbed her arm. “Hold on!” ⸻ Time distorted. The city, the apartment, the mirror — everything bent, twisted, rewound. Ava felt herself being pulled through the loops she had lived a dozen times. Every past version of herself flashed before her eyes — the scared girl in the motel room, the one running from the fire, the one reading the first letter, the one who confronted her mom in the machine. The reflection spoke over the noise. “Every choice mattered. Every hesitation shaped the outcome. And yet… you persisted.”

She asked cheerfully. "Evan Lynch." Over the next few days, Hannah and I actively tried to figure out the rules of this time-space distortion phenomenon. But the more we investigated, the more confused we became. Sometimes, something placed in one spot would disappear the next second, but if we put something in the exact same place again, nothing would happen. This time-space distortion seemed completely random. It appeared without warning, and the size of the objects it transferred was random too. But there were still some patterns.

She said as she caressed my hair nicely " Thank you Elda and yeah we can be professional." " Yeah, thank you, just let me close the door." " Sure, I will do that." I said as I closed the door behind me She sat in front of me smiling. " So Lucas Stark Carnell, How are you?" " I am all good." " What do you think about time travel, Luke?" " Interesting!" I smiled, " Lots of theory says it's possible to travel through multiple dimensions... There are various conspiracy theories too!"

Warm to the taste but minty and cooling on the body. "Time travel is a delicate and intricate matter. Changing the smallest details of anything could lead to major changes in the future." Pennelope stated, her forefinger tapping her teacup as she went on. "For example, delaying events that are set in that time could be the paradox to create a shift in the dynamic of things which we call variants." "Are variants bad?" I took another sip of the tea. "Child, do you sleep well?” Miriam noticed my tired eyes, shrewd as ever.