A Story Cut Short Novels & Stories

I wish it were so simple to just pluck the scenes out of my brain and cut out the middle man of taking up the time to write, but alas, I’m thwarted by my own typing speed. There is never a story I don’t finish. Sometimes I need a break and this the longest running story, where I feel like I haven’t kicked over the iceberg yet. With Shift, there was only 50,000 words left and we were heading into the end climax. Whereas, I already have 20,000 words written and I haven’t written the climax/ending yet. AAAAAAH.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140

He had to be ready for anything. The story was considered to be over when closure and or justice had been met by all involving characters, or if he died or was unable to continue in the story. ‘Another sketchy statement, but it just means I need to give a satisfying ending to all the directly involved characters.’. Those were the main points to the contract. He just needed to not tire himself out, protect himself and give a satisfying ending.

I did not know what wrong I committed that my love story ended on a bitter note and my first love show me as his burden and to make it worst he considered me as a reason for his failure. I remembered the moment when he was leaving for Delhi, we met in a nearby cafe he promised me that day that we would stick with one another always, he was even worried that I would forget him because he was going to stay away from me for a longer period of time and I had to reassure him over and over that, I would never forget him but today he cut all the ties between us as if I meant nothing to him. I laughed at my fate. I always wanted a perfect love story but instead, I got a broken one.

Nick stood beside the hospital bed and scanned the medical chart he was holding with a look of concern. Connor already suffered from a chronic illness. After all his recent experiences and emotional turmoil, he now had only a month left to live. Just as Nick was fretting over whether he should inform Connor about this, Connor woke up. The symptoms of his episodes, combined with his being affected by the recent series of devastating events, aged him considerably. He looked ten years older than he did before. While Connor was unconscious, he had a dream. He dreamed of how he'd taken Anna's arm and mercilessly abandoned Sylvie. He saw the despair in Sylvie's eyes as she watched him leave while

Who knows what we'll run into? The End

The streetlights elongated his shadow until he turned a corner and disappeared from my line of sight. I entered the house after throwing the gold pendant away. My baby was like me—we didn't want love that was too little, too late. … Three months later, I was celebrating with my colleagues after completing yet another big project. That was when I received a call from a funeral parlor. They asked me whether it was convenient for me to collect Benjamin's ashes. I looked at the calm surface of the lake outside my window and chuckled softly. Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain."

This is the life that I will fight for and I will endure no matter how hard it would be. Hello, this would be edited. There will be a side story for some of the characters in this story, but I am still not sure when would it be. Thank you for supporting Uno and Farrah' story. The next one is Auton Smith's story entitled, "The Howling Voice of a Mute Beauty"