Dive into a Treasure Trove of Time Travel Romance Short Stories
“It wasn’t supposed to feel like this,” I thought as I stared out the small window of the spacecraft. The stars outside blurred as we hurtled through the blackness of space, a silent stream of light that felt both infinite and suffocating. Read more
The bell over the door tinkled softly as I stepped into the dimly lit bookstore, a tiny pocket of calm amid the chaos of the city outside. The scent of old paper and musty wood enveloped me, and for a moment, I felt like I had slipped into another world. Shelves sagged under the weight of forgotten stories, dust motes swirled in the warm light filtering through the narrow windows, and the hum of the crowd outside faded into a distant murmur. Read more
The sky over the city was dark, not from the setting sun, but from the unending hum of spaceships crisscrossing overhead. Lights flickered from the floating billboards, each promising a better future, a brighter tomorrow, if only you had the credits to buy in. I didn’t. I was stuck in my present, trapped in the 23rd century, working a job I didn’t care about and haunted by memories I couldn’t outrun. Read more
The subway car doors slid shut with a hiss, locking out the noise of the crowded platform behind me. The train lurched forward, and I stumbled into my seat, clutching my worn-out purse like a lifeline. The neon lights above flickered, casting everything in a dull yellowish glow. I closed my eyes, letting the rhythmic clatter of the wheels lull me into a kind of daze. This was the end of a day I wished I could forget. Fired from my job, my rent overdue, and a broken relationship hanging like a ghost in the back of my mind—I felt like I had been stuck on a treadmill of regret and bad decisions for years now.
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The abandoned amusement park was supposed to be torn down years ago, but it still stood at the edge of town like a forgotten memory. No one went there anymore, at least no one I knew. But that night, something pulled me towards it, like a magnet I couldn’t resist. Maybe it was the moon, hanging full and bright over the rusted ferris wheel, or the whispering wind that seemed to call my name. Read more
Chapter 1: The Snow Globe’s Call “The snow globe shouldn’t have been mine, but maybe it was meant to be.” It was one of those days where the air seemed heavy with the possibility of something strange. I was walking home from work, feeling the weight of my usual regrets, when I saw the street … Read more
It was one of those quiet, golden afternoons that made Florence feel like a dream. The narrow streets glistened in the soft light of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. I wandered aimlessly, my thoughts heavy with memories I wished I could forget. A dull ache sat in my chest, the weight of past mistakes and choices lingering like a stubborn bruise. Read more
The mansion had stood there for centuries, its walls steeped in history, but to me, it was just a burden I never wanted. I’d inherited it from a distant relative, someone I barely knew, and now it was mine—this crumbling, forgotten house full of memories that weren’t mine. The air inside was thick with dust, carrying the smell of old wood and stories no one had told in decades.
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I never believed in fate until the day the book fell open in my lap. There, on a yellowed page in the heart of an ancient library, a handwritten note caught my eye: “If you’re reading this, we’re meant to meet. 1885. Town square. Midnight.”
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