June 25, 2025 • 14 mins
In a pulsing nightclub, a man re-lives the same horrific moment as time loops, reality blurs, and a stranger’s purpose becomes terrifyingly clear.
Tim Law has loved to write from a very young age, but has only recently discovered the joy of being published. He is happily married to a wonderful girl, a proud father of three humans, and a reluctant father figure to four cats. He writes fantasy, science fiction, general, detective, humour, and a lot of weird stuff that doesn’t seem to fit anywhere. He encourages everyone to give writing a go. Some of his stranger stories can be found here on the Kaidankai, but if you want to read more, try his blog.
You can read "Over and Over" at https://www.kaidankaistories.com.
Website: kaidankaistories.com
Please feel free to contact me through the website contact form.
Other stories by Tim Law featured on the podcast:
Grandpa's Boy
Unpleasantville: Posession
The Darkness Beyond the Farm Back Gate
Music by Kris Klavens on Pixbay
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Tim Law has loved to write from a very young age, but has only recently discovered the joy of being published. He is happily married to a wonderful girl, a proud father of three humans, and a reluctant father figure to four cats. He writes fantasy, science fiction, general, detective, humour, and a lot of weird stuff that doesn’t seem to fit anywhere. He encourages everyone to give writing a go. Some of his stranger stories can be found here on the Kaidankai, but if you want to read more, try his blog.
You can read "Over and Over" at https://www.kaidankaistories.com.
Website: kaidankaistories.com
Please feel free to contact me through the website contact form.
Other stories by Tim Law featured on the podcast:
Grandpa's Boy
Unpleasantville: Posession
The Darkness Beyond the Farm Back Gate
Music by Kris Klavens on Pixbay
Follow us on:
Bluesky
Substack
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Speaker 1 (00:11):
Welcome to the k Podcast, where every story takes you
one step deeper into the world of the strange, the eerie,
and the unknown. I'm your host, Linda Gould, and tonight
I'm reading Over and over by Tim Law. Have you
ever had the feeling that something terrible is about to happen,
(00:31):
but no matter what you do, you can't stop it.
That moment of dread repeats itself in over and over
where the character is trapped in a loop that blurs time, identity,
and memory. In this story, one man relives the worst
moment of his life again and again. Or is it
(00:53):
his many lives or is it simply one moment stretched
throughout eternity. Tim Law has loved to write from a
very young age, but has only recently discovered the joy
of being published and on Kaiiton Kai, I might add
He's happily married to a wonderful woman, is a proud
father of three humans and a reluctant father figure to
(01:17):
four cats. He writes fantasy, science fiction, general detective humor,
and a lot of weird stuff that doesn't seem to
fit anywhere. You can see his full bio and find
out where you can read some of his strange stories
that don't fit anywhere in the episode description. Tim Law
is also a frequent contributor to the Kaiiton Kai, so
(01:39):
I'll link to more of his stories in the episode description.
And so, now dim the lights, settle in, and prepare
yourself for over and over by Tim Law and Joy.
(02:01):
I feel the music so loud it shakes my soul.
He needs a shout to be heard. And even then,
you're lucky if the bar staff understand you. I come
away with two plastic cups of something frozen. One is
for me and one for my girlfriend. The sweetness disguises
(02:22):
the hint of alcohol, while the icy particles give the
illusion that it's not hotter inside compared to outside. The heat, man,
it meddles with your brain. Then I see him again,
the stranger who just does not belong. The sweat that
drizzles down his brow has nothing to do with heat.
(02:44):
He is nervous. I realized he is purpose. He is
going to destroy my world. What are you looking at?
My girlfriend asks. Her voice is too loud as the song,
and there's a brief moment where her shout fills the void.
I indicate the stranger, and she turns to look that
(03:09):
is when the world explodes, flame, dust, chaos erupt as
the stranger vanishes in a red mist. My girlfriend, who
stood between me and the man, falls to the floor,
skin bubbling. I can feel the warm wind as if
(03:31):
in slow motion. It drifts past me and around me
in an instant. I cop the same amount of sun
as a full day at the beach, and then the
breeze becomes warmer and warmer, and then uncomfortably hot. My
skin feels cool and then excruciating as it peels away.
(03:56):
I can see my boones. I feel expo as my
clothing and my skin are burned from me. My heart
speeds up, and then the world becomes a blur and
people run through me. I wake up. The sound is familiar,
(04:24):
that song again, the volume too loud. Let's go, I
beg my girlfriend. She shakes her head and smiles. I
don't want to go, not yet, she shouts back. One
more drink. Reluctantly, I head to the bar, order two
margarita's and hand over what looks like the correct money
plus a tip. The two plastic cups chill my hands.
(04:47):
I bring one to my lips and sample the contents.
I taste nothing, we need to go, I urge. That's
when I see the stranger again. I know what is coming,
but I cannot turn away. I cannot leave without my girlfriend.
(05:09):
What's wrong, she asks? The song stops, chaos erupts. I
lose her again. This song is so familiar. I love
this place. My girlfriend shouts, barely audible above the broom
(05:32):
of the basse. I love you, I shout back. She
smiles and then begins to sway. I am hypnotized by
her beauty. I love this woman completely and in all ways, body,
mind and soul. For a moment, I'm distracted, so I
(05:56):
do not see the stranger enter with his brow nodded.
Equal parts nervousness and determination. The song stops, though, and instinctively,
my girlfriend turns away from me to see what it
is that has caught my attention. We should have left,
but we didn't, thanks to that one last drink. I
(06:20):
feel the music, and then the blast, and finally I
feel the pain as the wind whips around me. Flesh
dribbles from bones like a faucet without a washer. I
seek the chill of the ice and the cups, but
even that hurts. Naked nerves take every sensation to the
worst extreme. I no longer notice my girlfriend. Her fate
(06:44):
seems inevitable, just as mine is. All that I can
do is seek relief from this agony. I search high
and I starts low, rummaging through dust and ash and
broken dreams. This was supposed to be a holiday, a
way to celebrate why we chose to come and why
(07:07):
we chose not to leave. As anyone's guest, Now there
are no answers on the echoes of thoughts from those
who once existed here. That sound, that irritable, awkward sound.
Is it my heart? Is it the voice of the
one I used to love? Is it me? Am I
(07:29):
screaming at the fury and frustration of it all. No,
of course it is the song I'm hearing, that fucking
song that haunts me as I possess it. I possess
this moment, this place, this day and time. This experience
seems destined to loop around me, through me about my
(07:53):
being two souls untwined. Never had I considered a to
have enough spirit to be sentient, and yet I can
feel it now. And then I realize the truth is
not the place that has a soul of which I
am so joined with it is the man. He smiles
(08:18):
at me. Now as he steps into the club, we
lock eyes. He knows me as I know him. Nothing
else exists, just as in mere moments, nothing here will exist,
not as it once was. It will of course still be,
(08:41):
just as I still will be a mere shell of
what we once were, red mist charred, remains, broken, bent,
soiled and stained, and still we are ashes to ashes.
(09:04):
I step into the club and look about me. The
place is full full of statements, full of that which
will what support my cause win the war. Now there
will be no winning here, not today, maybe not ever again.
Still I am compelled to do that which I have
(09:26):
come to do. I take one cautious step, and then Anne,
I count in my head as I explore the most
potent place in the room. I'm jostle bumped, ignored. Oh
but I will not be ignored forever. In the moment,
I will be the center of the world's attention. In
(09:47):
that single moment, it will all be won. I lock
eyes with myself, and I can see the memory playing
over and over. Nothing can change what I'm about to do.
Thing can destroy my resolve. I feel the music so
loud it shakes my soul. I wait for the moment
(10:08):
when the story ends, and there in that silence, I
find my curve. In that heartbeat of time, I make
my choice. Nothing can destroy the spirit Together forever our
fates are sealed. I hear the song. It is so familiar.
(10:34):
It plays over and over in my mind until it,
like us, finally fades away. What I loved about this
story is how through repetition we experience the helplessness that
(10:57):
comes with traumatic events that shape our lives. Whether that's
a car crash, a serious fall, a bombing like in
this story, mass shootings, something heavy dropping on to you.
All of these things vary in severity, but they all
leave us with those lingering questions that we ask ourselves,
(11:20):
what could I have done differently? If only I hadn't
stayed those last few minutes, could I have avoided this?
As if anything we do could truly change the course
of events like these, that we are swept up in
coincidence is real. Being in the wrong place at the
wrong time is real. Falling victim to forces outside our
(11:44):
control is not only real, it's painfully common. And Tim
Law's story captures that reality by locking us in the
loop of knowing exactly what's coming, but being completely powerless
to stop it. That inevitability is personified in the stranger,
(12:05):
someone separate, resolute, and terrifyingly random. He could have been anyone.
But what I also love is the blurring of perspective
at the end. Is that final paragraph from the stranger's
point of view as he prepares to bomb the club?
(12:25):
Or is this metaphorical? This story is the narrator trapped
in his own trauma, aware of it, but still doomed
to pass it on. Because trauma is like a bomb.
It can obliterate us, it can destroy those around us.
It can be projected outward and passed down through generations.
(12:49):
Tim told me that this story was inspired by the
two thousand and two Bali bombing, which killed two hundred
and two people. He wasn't there himself, but Bali is
a major tourist destination for Australians, and Tim's Australian and
eighty eight Australians were among the dead and that bombing,
And so, like any large scale act of violence, the
(13:13):
impact doesn't just stop with the blast. You don't have
to have experienced a cataclysmic event personally, because there's collective
shock and communal PTSD. I don't know if that's a
word or a term, but it is now and that
PTSD never leaves you, and sometimes maybe it inspires you
(13:35):
to write. The kain on Kai has so many interesting
stories like this one from every single genre. Please subscribe
to the podcast and check out the substack to see
comments by authors about their inspiration and a little bit
more analysis of this story. I also post art that
(13:56):
I like any kind of art on the various social
media so pick your poison and follow me on Instagram, Facebook,
Blue Sky, or substack. All that information is in the
episode description. So thank you for listening today and I'll
see you next week. And sorry, the sound effects are
by Pisbay. Thank you so much Pisbay. It's a great
(14:21):
place and if you haven't found it before for your
different projects, I highly recommend it. So now, thank you
for listening today and I'll see you next week.
Welcome to the k Podcast, where every story takes you
one step deeper into the world of the strange, the eerie,
and the unknown. I'm your host, Linda Gould, and tonight
I'm reading Over and over by Tim Law. Have you
ever had the feeling that something terrible is about to happen,
(00:31):
but no matter what you do, you can't stop it.
That moment of dread repeats itself in over and over
where the character is trapped in a loop that blurs time, identity,
and memory. In this story, one man relives the worst
moment of his life again and again. Or is it
(00:53):
his many lives or is it simply one moment stretched
throughout eternity. Tim Law has loved to write from a
very young age, but has only recently discovered the joy
of being published and on Kaiiton Kai, I might add
He's happily married to a wonderful woman, is a proud
father of three humans and a reluctant father figure to
(01:17):
four cats. He writes fantasy, science fiction, general detective humor,
and a lot of weird stuff that doesn't seem to
fit anywhere. You can see his full bio and find
out where you can read some of his strange stories
that don't fit anywhere in the episode description. Tim Law
is also a frequent contributor to the Kaiiton Kai, so
(01:39):
I'll link to more of his stories in the episode description.
And so, now dim the lights, settle in, and prepare
yourself for over and over by Tim Law and Joy.
(02:01):
I feel the music so loud it shakes my soul.
He needs a shout to be heard. And even then,
you're lucky if the bar staff understand you. I come
away with two plastic cups of something frozen. One is
for me and one for my girlfriend. The sweetness disguises
(02:22):
the hint of alcohol, while the icy particles give the
illusion that it's not hotter inside compared to outside. The heat, man,
it meddles with your brain. Then I see him again,
the stranger who just does not belong. The sweat that
drizzles down his brow has nothing to do with heat.
(02:44):
He is nervous. I realized he is purpose. He is
going to destroy my world. What are you looking at?
My girlfriend asks. Her voice is too loud as the song,
and there's a brief moment where her shout fills the void.
I indicate the stranger, and she turns to look that
(03:09):
is when the world explodes, flame, dust, chaos erupt as
the stranger vanishes in a red mist. My girlfriend, who
stood between me and the man, falls to the floor,
skin bubbling. I can feel the warm wind as if
(03:31):
in slow motion. It drifts past me and around me
in an instant. I cop the same amount of sun
as a full day at the beach, and then the
breeze becomes warmer and warmer, and then uncomfortably hot. My
skin feels cool and then excruciating as it peels away.
(03:56):
I can see my boones. I feel expo as my
clothing and my skin are burned from me. My heart
speeds up, and then the world becomes a blur and
people run through me. I wake up. The sound is familiar,
(04:24):
that song again, the volume too loud. Let's go, I
beg my girlfriend. She shakes her head and smiles. I
don't want to go, not yet, she shouts back. One
more drink. Reluctantly, I head to the bar, order two
margarita's and hand over what looks like the correct money
plus a tip. The two plastic cups chill my hands.
(04:47):
I bring one to my lips and sample the contents.
I taste nothing, we need to go, I urge. That's
when I see the stranger again. I know what is coming,
but I cannot turn away. I cannot leave without my girlfriend.
(05:09):
What's wrong, she asks? The song stops, chaos erupts. I
lose her again. This song is so familiar. I love
this place. My girlfriend shouts, barely audible above the broom
(05:32):
of the basse. I love you, I shout back. She
smiles and then begins to sway. I am hypnotized by
her beauty. I love this woman completely and in all ways, body,
mind and soul. For a moment, I'm distracted, so I
(05:56):
do not see the stranger enter with his brow nodded.
Equal parts nervousness and determination. The song stops, though, and instinctively,
my girlfriend turns away from me to see what it
is that has caught my attention. We should have left,
but we didn't, thanks to that one last drink. I
(06:20):
feel the music, and then the blast, and finally I
feel the pain as the wind whips around me. Flesh
dribbles from bones like a faucet without a washer. I
seek the chill of the ice and the cups, but
even that hurts. Naked nerves take every sensation to the
worst extreme. I no longer notice my girlfriend. Her fate
(06:44):
seems inevitable, just as mine is. All that I can
do is seek relief from this agony. I search high
and I starts low, rummaging through dust and ash and
broken dreams. This was supposed to be a holiday, a
way to celebrate why we chose to come and why
(07:07):
we chose not to leave. As anyone's guest, Now there
are no answers on the echoes of thoughts from those
who once existed here. That sound, that irritable, awkward sound.
Is it my heart? Is it the voice of the
one I used to love? Is it me? Am I
(07:29):
screaming at the fury and frustration of it all. No,
of course it is the song I'm hearing, that fucking
song that haunts me as I possess it. I possess
this moment, this place, this day and time. This experience
seems destined to loop around me, through me about my
(07:53):
being two souls untwined. Never had I considered a to
have enough spirit to be sentient, and yet I can
feel it now. And then I realize the truth is
not the place that has a soul of which I
am so joined with it is the man. He smiles
(08:18):
at me. Now as he steps into the club, we
lock eyes. He knows me as I know him. Nothing
else exists, just as in mere moments, nothing here will exist,
not as it once was. It will of course still be,
(08:41):
just as I still will be a mere shell of
what we once were, red mist charred, remains, broken, bent,
soiled and stained, and still we are ashes to ashes.
(09:04):
I step into the club and look about me. The
place is full full of statements, full of that which
will what support my cause win the war. Now there
will be no winning here, not today, maybe not ever again.
Still I am compelled to do that which I have
(09:26):
come to do. I take one cautious step, and then Anne,
I count in my head as I explore the most
potent place in the room. I'm jostle bumped, ignored. Oh
but I will not be ignored forever. In the moment,
I will be the center of the world's attention. In
(09:47):
that single moment, it will all be won. I lock
eyes with myself, and I can see the memory playing
over and over. Nothing can change what I'm about to do.
Thing can destroy my resolve. I feel the music so
loud it shakes my soul. I wait for the moment
(10:08):
when the story ends, and there in that silence, I
find my curve. In that heartbeat of time, I make
my choice. Nothing can destroy the spirit Together forever our
fates are sealed. I hear the song. It is so familiar.
(10:34):
It plays over and over in my mind until it,
like us, finally fades away. What I loved about this
story is how through repetition we experience the helplessness that
(10:57):
comes with traumatic events that shape our lives. Whether that's
a car crash, a serious fall, a bombing like in
this story, mass shootings, something heavy dropping on to you.
All of these things vary in severity, but they all
leave us with those lingering questions that we ask ourselves,
(11:20):
what could I have done differently? If only I hadn't
stayed those last few minutes, could I have avoided this?
As if anything we do could truly change the course
of events like these, that we are swept up in
coincidence is real. Being in the wrong place at the
wrong time is real. Falling victim to forces outside our
(11:44):
control is not only real, it's painfully common. And Tim
Law's story captures that reality by locking us in the
loop of knowing exactly what's coming, but being completely powerless
to stop it. That inevitability is personified in the stranger,
(12:05):
someone separate, resolute, and terrifyingly random. He could have been anyone.
But what I also love is the blurring of perspective
at the end. Is that final paragraph from the stranger's
point of view as he prepares to bomb the club?
(12:25):
Or is this metaphorical? This story is the narrator trapped
in his own trauma, aware of it, but still doomed
to pass it on. Because trauma is like a bomb.
It can obliterate us, it can destroy those around us.
It can be projected outward and passed down through generations.
(12:49):
Tim told me that this story was inspired by the
two thousand and two Bali bombing, which killed two hundred
and two people. He wasn't there himself, but Bali is
a major tourist destination for Australians, and Tim's Australian and
eighty eight Australians were among the dead and that bombing,
And so, like any large scale act of violence, the
(13:13):
impact doesn't just stop with the blast. You don't have
to have experienced a cataclysmic event personally, because there's collective
shock and communal PTSD. I don't know if that's a
word or a term, but it is now and that
PTSD never leaves you, and sometimes maybe it inspires you
(13:35):
to write. The kain on Kai has so many interesting
stories like this one from every single genre. Please subscribe
to the podcast and check out the substack to see
comments by authors about their inspiration and a little bit
more analysis of this story. I also post art that
(13:56):
I like any kind of art on the various social
media so pick your poison and follow me on Instagram, Facebook,
Blue Sky, or substack. All that information is in the
episode description. So thank you for listening today and I'll
see you next week. And sorry, the sound effects are
by Pisbay. Thank you so much Pisbay. It's a great
(14:21):
place and if you haven't found it before for your
different projects, I highly recommend it. So now, thank you
for listening today and I'll see you next week.
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