As the Time Stands Still

As the Time Stands Still

  • WpView
    Reads 219
  • WpVote
    Votes 8
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing26m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 14, 2016
My parents told me that the thing on my wrist is suppose to bring me happiness. Suppose to make me smile and laugh, suppose to help me meet the person who would love me forever. I couldn't wait, I wanted to know how they would look. How they would smile, a toothy grin or a shy small one? I didn't care how long I had to wait when I was 5 years old, since I didn't know how to read the time back then. But as I grew and learnt to read the time I knew something was wrong. I didn't think much of it, I just couldn't wait to find my soul mate. To find someone who would love me more than anything. But they never told me what would happen if my time stopped completely.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Is This The End?
  • All Of You
  • MINE
  • Perfect Fate ✔ (Moved To Inkitt)
  • The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club
  • Yours Forcefully
  • Earthonia Immortal Love
  • UNLOVED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)
  • 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞
  • The Sweet Silver Song || An Ashton Irwin fanfiction

I had been living in this dystopian universe my whole life. We lived simple, meaningless lives. I wasn't sad, merely dissatisfied. No one here was ever sad. The Center, which was our government, forced us to take a pill every morning to make sure we were always happy and healthy. For most of our lives we lived at home with our odd families that the government stuck us into as babies. Usually five children were put into each household. We grew up together in a single house, raised and taught by a robot even though none of us were related. We lived at home with limitless entertainment in the form of advanced technologies. We had one day of the week for shopping, one day for going out and one day for labor. On labor days we were assigned a job and had to complete it in order to gain money for the week. Everyone got the same amount no matter the job. If you didn't show up for these jobs there were grave consequences. The Center often used torture as a method of punishment, or so we were told. No one close to me had ever actually been punished by The Center though. It was incredibly rare. Most of us lived our lives as good little pawns doing nothing more than eating, sleeping and entertaining ourselves. But one day, my regular boring life changed...

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines