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The Path of Time and Memories

Novel By: Robert Doust
Literary fiction

Time has passed. Memories are still floating in the air. A permanent image will remain in young Robert Makise, a highschool junior who six years before now, fell in love for the first time. After making the worst decisión of his life (he thinks it is), Robert is determined to either build a time machine himself or find someone who might be already doing it. His hopes for going back in time and fixing what he did will determine the world´s future, as he also decides to fix any other mistakes he remembers along the way. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 17, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Blockade, a magical barrier that prevented me from discovering more about myself and the reality of life, is the one obstacle in my journey. With a powerful mage such as Cloud and the not impossible aid of that old man, the odds are in my favor. I prepared myself for this. My imagination appears to have no limits. The world is mine to imagine the impossible. Even the most powerful heroes know that a great power is one's doom. I was given this ability and can create stories as fast as lightning, or maybe I'm exaggerating and saying too much. - You are unique yet common. Don't become your worst enemy. Don't, just don't. You rely on yourself but you know best that if you think highly of yourself disaster strikes harder. I will help with you my power and the old man will aid me. He knows everything as the sky itself with its stars and galaxies.. said Cloud. She looked very determined to help. I was inspired by her words and thought of the best way to escape. There was an option. I saw it on an anime called ''Zetsuen no Tempest''. The idea of having some kind of physical presence in the time I need to travel to and go there, transporting my body to the presence. Since there is a body there, Cloud made it possible for me to only send my mind as it is. I know we could have returned to a point where this wasn't necessary, but it was too late. The prison won't allow it. This is like a chance, a gift sent through the ages. Preparations completed. It was time. Let the power of imagination show the way.....


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