The Omniscrolls

Toni and I were in university when we dated. It was beautiful and exciting at the start, but over the course of three years, our bond was exhausted to the point where I had to end things between us. However, fate had a twisted sense of humour, holding us to a promise we once made in the early seasons of our relationship, where we said we would come to each other’s aid when it really mattered. We don’t know who or what bound us that way since the promise was made during a trip to ancient Celtic ruins, at a secluded spot we both found alluring for reasons we could not explain. As the years passed, Toni and I went our separate ways but still stayed in touch. Seven years later, we were both married to new partners and had little families of our own. I had two daughters with my husband, while Toni had a son and a daughter with his wife. However, things became complicated when my mom passed away, as Toni appeared just seconds after she closed her eyes for the last time. My husband, Alan, was...

The ground broke beneath me, pulling me in as I clung to the ledge. “Help! Someone help!” I screamed as something grabbed my feet and started to pull me in. “Take my hand,” said a voice from above. I looked up to find a stranger in ragged clothes crouched before me with his arm stretched out. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me out as the ground closed beneath me. “Thank you for saving my life, sir,” I said. “You’re welcome, miss. But you must keep away from this place,” he replied.  “Why…? Who are you exactly?” “Ramzdon is no place for the living. As its gatekeeper, it’s my duty to make sure mortals keep away.” “ You are the gatekeeper?” “Yes, although I’m relatively new.” “Then you must know how a soul can be freed from it.” The man’s eyes widened as he realised who I was. “You’re the survivor… I’m sorry, but there’s no way to bring your parents back. Just leave this place, please.” “I'm sorry, but I can’t accept that.” The man’s gaze was suddenly as piercing as the warning he t...

Ever since I was a child, Mythology was a subject I adored more than anything. I loved exploring every myth and legend I could find and expanding my knowledge every single day. In time, I earned a doctorate in the subject and eventually became well-known in my field. One night, I was about to head to bed around midnight when my doorbell rang. I opened the door to find myself facing a woman in strange clothing; and when I asked her who she was, I received a response I did not expect. “I’m the Goddess of Social Media,” she said. My eyes narrowed at her answer. Was it a prank? Who was this stranger? I told her to leave if she was only there to joke, but she pleaded with me as if it were a matter of life or death. “Please! You’re the best at this from what I’ve seen and heard. I need your help if I’m going to be around.” Her words and expressions seemed genuine. I couldn’t understand why someone would go to such an extent just for a joke, and a strange one at that. I wondered whether she w...

Ever since we were children, my twin sister and I always dreamed of building a time machine; and as we grew older, we became more determined to turn it into reality. However, our hard work through university and beyond went unrecognised since no one was willing to back our project. As a last resort, we turned to Prof. Jacobs, one of our former lecturers, for help; he said he knew someone who could provide us with the funding we needed. We began our project a week later with the help of a millionaire with the right connections, who was more than willing to help as long as his name was stamped on the project. Prof. Jacobs also joined our efforts, initially helping only on weekends, but later immersing himself fully into the project. We were glad that he was just as enthusiastic as us about the possibility of time travel. We once asked him whether he was curious about time travel since he was a child as well, but he said no. Prof. Jacobs said he just wished he could prevent certain events...