Abandoned Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Another notification popped up on my phone screen this time around it was a text from Dorothy, my best friend. “EVELYN, CODE 5050” Her message was written in bold caps. It was our emergency code. We usually use the CODE 5050 when something bad has happened. My mind jogged back to my mum's text. Slowly, I placed the pieces together. Was dad really in danger?

He shrank back into himself and delivered an even worse piece of news. “Zoey… seemed dead.”

"You're her husband! Heck, you're the leader of the mountain-climbing squad! Are you not planning to save her?" Gerard merely tuned out my parents' wails and accusations. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the tent. To him, this was probably just a part of the act. I could only watch as my parents gripped the missing people's list tightly. They sobbed as they clutched their chests. Mom's rough hand kept caressing my name, which was completely stained by her tears. Unfortunately, my soul was bound to Gerard. I couldn't even hug my parents at all. All I could do was watch the tent disappear inch and inch before my eyes.

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

It is when your parents or people so close to you do not even give you a listening ear. They feel so right in everything they do. That is why so many children feel unloved and abandoned All these while I felt relaxed that my mom would hear me out but, she just disappointed me so badly. I do not think I can ever trust her and tell her anything. Ever! This would be my last mistake. After she left and went to prepare for work, I just laid in bed helplessly. I needed to get this out of me. I could not call my dad because he will not even answer my call.

The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if we were on the cusp of unraveling a profound mystery. A heavy silence enveloped the room as we all absorbed Freda's cryptic words. The images she described, though vague, bore an undeniable sense of urgency and gravity. It was as though we had been granted a glimpse into a puzzle that held the fate of Mrs. Hope. Freda's eyes finally opened, revealing a mixture of determination and uncertainty in her gaze. She spoke with a steadiness that contrasted the unease in her voice. "It's behind... an abandoned building," she revealed, her words hanging in the air like an unsolved riddle.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

I never want to be apart from you again. She headed out the door expectantly, but the voice that came through on the other end of the line belonged to a stranger. "You must be Mr. Arden's partner, right? The cab he was riding in was involved in an accident on the way to the airport. Unfortunately, he didn't make it. Please come to identify his body."

I opened it to see a string of messages. March 13th: [Where are you? Stop playing these disappearing games.] April 21st: [Get back here immediately. Miriam's baby is kicking frequently. She needs your blood.] June 25th: [My patience is limited. I'm giving you three days to crawl back here, or you'll never set foot in the Thornes' residence again.] The final text was from June 28th at 11:59 PM. [Celeste, don't regret this.]

His father had completely abandoned us. “Papa…” he whispered, and to my ears, he sounded like a little boy desperately searching for his father beyond the tall, heavy walls. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held him even tighter. “I am here, and I will never leave you. Mama is here, just like before.” We both cried as our hearts shattered into pieces. Never again should we try to enter a world where we did not belong and where we were never accepted. To be continued...