Come Be With Me, The End Is Here

"Because if you do. I got this book from a very nice lady in front of the shopping center last month. Well, I've been reading it lately. The end of the world could actually happen?”Calvin blinked, then snorted. “What kind of question is that? You’re seriously frightening me with these mental exercises,” he said, half-laughing. “What is this? Are these horror stories you're reading for philosophy class?”She pressed her lips together, frustrated. “I’m serious, Calvin.”He waved his hand, as if brushing off a stray thought. “Look, Autumn, the world isn’t ending. People have been saying that forever. There’s always some disaster, some new fear. But it’s just life. Things happen, and we keep going.”His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then at her. “I’ll think about your apocalypse theory after my graduation party Saturday night. At my house. Are you coming?”Autumn sighed. “This isn’t about parties, Calvin. It’s about—”He grinned, interrupting her. “You’re invited. And I expect you to d

But here’s the thing about summer—it never really lasts, does it? The parties thinned out, and the laughter came in smaller bursts. Suddenly, everyone was talking about plans: college, jobs, maybe even moving to the city. The magic of Mahdfel started to fade, slipping away before Autumn could hold on tight enough.By August, Mahdfel felt like a ghost town. Every day, another friend posted a photo from a dorm room or a highway packed with suitcases. Autumn hugged people goodbye so many times she lost count. The ones left behind were mostly younger kids still dreaming about someday, not quite ready to chase it yet.Autumn and Maddy sat in the old diner booth one night, splitting fries and watching the rain streak the windows.“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Maddy said. “Everyone’s leaving. Even Eli’s talking about Terra or moving even further away.”“Yeah,” Autumn replied, stirring the ice in her Coke. “But Calvin’s not going anywhere. He keeps saying he’ll stay. Plus, his parents have the

Welcome to My Cozy Corner! First and foremost, welcome, dear reader! You’re about to embark on a journey unlike any other—a story that invites you to settle in, get comfortable, and experience something truly unique.By reading beyond chapter six, you have opened an insightful book. A story that's unique and heartfelt. But most of all, it is filled with useful, exciting knowledge. If you decide to leave now, you might be missing out on giving a new writer’s voice a chance to shine—a story that deserves to be heard.As you turn the pages and venture through the chapters that follow, you’re inviting this story to reshape your reading experience. By the journey’s end, you may just discover something you never knew you needed.How far will you go? For my sake—and perhaps yours—I hope you’ll read to the very last word.These promises are heartfelt, not just clever narrative tricks. I invite you to open your mind and embrace something new. By staying with me on this journey, you'll become

For as long as Autumn could remember, Aunt Rose was never the affectionate type. The day Autumn moved in with her and Uncle Ray, Rose's world turned upside down. She took Autumn in, not out of kindness, but because she had no other choice. Autumn believed Rose disliked her because she was a constant reminder of Peggy Winters—Autumn’s mother—and how different they were from one another. Peggy Winters was outgoing, smart, and a social butterfly, while Aunt Rose, her sister-in-law, was quiet, kept to herself, and had married but couldn't have children. Everyone who knew Autumn’s mother said Autumn was just like her, friendly with a cheerful personality, and all of Aunt Rose's patients loved Autumn. Autumn took their minds off their worries by dancing and singing in the house, making everyone laugh and feel happy despite their pain. Autumn loved dancing and having fun; one day, she had hoped to dress up in fancy clothes and go dancing in the city of Terra. But now that Calvin is gone, it

Autumn had finished tending to the stranger’s wounds, her hands trembling with exhaustion as she packed away the last of the medical supplies. The hour was late, the house wrapped in silence, and she was ready to collapse into bed. But as she wiped down the table, a strange glimmer caught her eye—a faint, otherworldly light pulsed from beneath the patient’s sheets. She paused, heart pounding, wondering if fatigue was playing tricks on her senses. Curiosity overpowered hesitation. Autumn crept closer for one final check. What she discovered stopped her cold: the man’s injuries—every gash, burn, and bruise—had vanished completely, as if he’d never been hurt at all. Awe and disbelief flooded her; she could hardly believe her own eyes.“How? How is that possible?” Autumn whispered, her voice barely audible as she lifted the sheet higher. Her fingers traced the smooth, unblemished skin in disbelief—every wound erased as if by magic. Heart pounding, she stumbled backward from the bedside, h