All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The world around Jasper was quiet and soft.His fingers were splayed out on a soft sheet underneath him, that he stroked over for the sake of feeling the comfort and texture of it, the material pliable under his fingers and sunk down under the slightest of pressure applied to it, rising back up the moment his fingers pulled away to somewhere else.He felt as if he was floating on a cloud, surrounded by infinite softness as he shuffled his body slightly to alleviate some pressure on his right shoulder, shifting the weight onto his left through only a simple, tiny, minute movement that barely affected anything.Everything seemed to be calibrated exactly to be the exact, right temperature, a warmth that Jasper had not felt for a long, long, while.Everything about the house that Lila lived in was cold, from the colour of the walls, the view outside, her general personality, and the attitudes of all the people around her. He couldn't imagine any sort of happi

one   two   three   four   five one   two   three   four   five one   two   three   four   five Jasper forced himself to count his breaths as his body blood scorched his veins and arteries, burning his body alive as if he was being cremated. His wrists chafed and were pressed open against his restraints as he thrashed in every all directions he could possibly move in as he tried to throw his body out from the bed to escape. one   two   three   four   five one   two   three   four   five one   two   three   four   five The covers that had once rested on his so soundly and peacefully gripped his body like a vice, extracting and absorbing all the swea

"Evil is quite a mundane thing," Lila mumbled to herself, dictating the words of her college essay for Modern History as she wrote them on the page, answering the prompt question that her teacher had set her, the question being about the measures used to control the German people during the length of the Fascist nazi regime.She knew that she really ought to be discussing the carrot and stick method, used by the propaganda minister, Joseph the evil  Gerbil, but the Israeli interview one the questioning of one nazi official, after the war, on why he had done the things that he had done, and the resulting New York Times article on the entire event had her mind racing and preoccupied.On the video that the teacher had shown in class, the nazi had remained calm and unperturbed of the commotion around him, the questions that he had been asked, and the memories that he recounted to the lady that spoke to him.His face was blank as he talked and listened, almost l

The seawater on his hands was fleeting and only temporary in the first attempt at grasps that Jasper's hands made to each out at it.His legs and feet were soaked in the water that reached up to his waist, swishing around him and constantly trying to uproot him and pull him away from the air that he needed.The more that he stood there, the more that the sea aggressively grasped at him and tugged at the edge of his clothing, the uniform that Jasper had worn every single day at the Sýnnefa military research facility, forcing him to do the same work every single day, with the same guards, the same workers, in the same conditions.The sea had wrapped itself around his body, and Jasper, feeling the cold rush of it, dipped his hands in properly, his wrists and forearms splashed and soaked by the current. To let go was tantamount to letting himself almost drown in the ocean, to let himself go was to surrender to the flow of the wider world around h

Jasper hadn't known what the time had been when he had been forcefully yanked out of his drugged sleep and into the land of consciousness. He had sat there awake, for as long as he could possibly do so, waiting for the doors to open and to alert him of the beginning of the first third of his day.He hadn't found himself particularly possessing an appetite at that moment.Upon some reflection, Jasper realised that he hadn't had any inclination towards eating food for a while now. The duration of time that he had spent under Lila's, and her self proclaimed family's, care, he had only eaten a few meals, and he could recall what they all were, mostly consisting of tasteless mush that he knew was highly nutritious, just like the meals that they served here, at the facility.Trying to remember as far back as he could, Jasper attempted to recall the last time that he had been particularly eager for a specific dish, or meal, vaguely recalling o