A Little Life Trigger Summary Novels & Stories

Detective Carmine comes to me with a cup of water and some tissues which I take and that’s when I realise, I am crying. I shakily sip the water and dab at my eyes while I try my best to calm down. “Are you feeling a little better Miss Grey?” “Yes, thank you. Sorry about all of this.” “Oh, no Miss Grey think nothing of it. We just want to make sure you are okay.” “I am. I just had a flashback of my parents deaths is all. I thought I had forgotten it but after hearing you read that out it triggered the memory.” “Goodness, I hadn’t even considered that something like that could happen. Do you feel up to talking to us about it?”

Have a good one dude. Despite all of Tony's anger, resentment, distrust, and wariness towards Ethan, he felt the smallest spark of hope in his heart. Wouldn't that be awesome? It would make his heart dance with joy if Ethan kicked the habit for good. He'd felt that spark before, however. Many, many times. Too many times and each time, without fail, that tiny spark of hope was extinguished. Tony put all of it out of his mind as soon as he saw the time. It was almost noon and Tony hadn't even started on the rice pudding, too caught up in past emotions he hadn't felt in ages and dialog with someone he had thought he never wanted to speak to again.

I said and wiped away my tears with my head still bowed. "In that life, Luis and Leeana were dead. Luis died during the foxglove poisoning attack; he was never my friend, but Leeana was, and she paid for our friendship with her life." I said and looked up so he could see and feel my truth. "One day, I served your tea, and you said the same things you said to me. You said you knew and would make everything right. In that life, you drank the tea and started vomiting and died. When you repeated those words, that memory was triggered, and I acted on reflex. Although it didn't happen the same way and the situation was very different, you had spoken the same words. I wasn't sure if the tea was poi

Mokunfayo Badmus: It was a wonder as to how I had been able to survive the past few hours with what was left of my sanity intact, but now, that I was settled in the comfortable couch right in the dimly lit living room of my niece and nephew's lavish, penthouse apartment on the early Christmas morning, with a big mug of coffee Trigger had handed me together with the equally big towel I had wrapped around my drenched body, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. I couldn't stop my mind from remaking the scene. It didn't matter that every remake was just as horrifying as the original, if not more, I just couldn't stop. "The Almighty has reasons for every kill he makes, he has legit—" "I d

I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body. What?! TBC

I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body. What?!

Sarah had traumatized me enough. What do you mean when he said she traumatized you? The day of the funeral was perhaps the most painful of my whole life. And not because I was not present, I had understood this decision of my father. But because I was thinking of the woman who gave me life and loved me unconditionally. I was thinking I would never see her again, I would never hear her sweet voice shouting my name again I would never feel her warm hand caressing my cheeks for relief. This was the most terrible thought, a thought I never reconciled with. I remember that the next day two policemen came to our door to ask my father to report to the police station. I didn't understand why then, b

Don't move! "Elmer… Elmer is still taking a nap in his room. Don't go in and disturb him." Just then, the comments on Mom's live stream suddenly increased again. "Wait, this woman has a really suspicious look on her face." "The police are actually here? Could this be just for clicks?" "It's not. The police are real. I was the one who called the police on them." While the comments kept appearing on the stream, one popping out after another, the apartment was in complete and dead silence in contrast.

“That’s because I’ve been reborn, too. You and Cassie killed me in the previous life, and this time, you’re both paying for it.” “What? So it was all you? I’m going to kill you!” Cole screamed hysterically through the prison bars, but it was useless. Not long after I left, he broke down and smashed his head against the wall, ending his own life. With his death, my nightmare from the previous life finally came to an end. From that point on, every day was a new beginning. [The End]

Not painful ones. Happy ones. Thousands of them. Ordinary mornings. Birthday cakes that burned because Adrian forgot to set the oven timer. Elaine laughing until she cried. Lily teasing them during family dinners. Clara running through a garden chasing butterflies. Christmas mornings. Arguments over who had to wash dishes. Slow dances in the kitchen. Quiet nights reading side by side. Not tragedies. Not deaths. Life. Real life. When the light faded, Adrian stared at Elaine in disbelief. “I remember…” Elaine nodded through tears.