And It Begins Novels & Stories

Because one day, a child will pick up a pen, step beneath the old oak, and whisper: “Let me tell you how we began again.” And I’ll be there. I always am.

The night had only begun when the sound of wolves howling aroused under the light of the full moon, the loud howling rose from deep within the forest near the edge of town where the leader lived, the thick trees concealed the other part of human reality of another kind existing with them. Every one of their kind shifted and ran along with their leader to the top of the sacred hill, the hill where the first of their kind was given birth to through a human couple.

Everyday feels like a new start, the shadows of my dark past had begun to fade, and I have started accepting the love and warmth that surrounded me. I had never thought it to be possible, but I was rebuilding my life, step by step, on the foundation of hope and how I want to live my own life. But as the days turned into weeks, I felt something within me. At first I thought that I am not feeling well because of the change in my lifestyle now. The familiar routine of life took on a new struggle, one that I could not ignore. It all began with a little unease, a feeling of discomfort that settled deep in my core. I tried to dismiss it, considering it to the lingering scars of my past.

I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines. Just quiet steps, presence and Just enough hope to try again tomorrow.The wind caught the edge of his jacket, and I reached out, steadying him without thinking. He looked up, just briefly, and I saw it—that flicker of trust trying to grow roots. It wasn’t much, but it was something and sometimes, something small is where everything begins.

Something had begun. Something that had been trying to begin for a long time and had finally, on a Tuesday morning in Atlanta arrivals, found its way to the start.

The fire behind us flickers, laughter dimming as the weight of reality presses in. Phantom exhales, voice low, steady. “Then it begins.”

It didn’t erase what happened. It didn’t fix it. But it was a beginning. And sometimes, that’s all two broken people can ask for.

Ernest said. "We are—" Don started. He paused. He said it the way he said important things — after the pause, with the full weight. "We are in the second beginning." Ernest held the phrase. "Yes," he said. "That's the right description." "The first beginning was Edinburgh," Don said. "The conference room. The conversation across the room. The beginning of something that was real and that we did not know how to fully inhabit." He looked at the fire. "The second beginning is now. It is the beginning of something that is also real and that we do know how to inhabit. Because we have learned. Through all of it. We have learned what it requires and we are capable of providing what it requires."

" It seems like a normal day only. What is so special about it?? " " What is so special about it?? How can you ask me that?? Of course, it is a very special day... We kissed for the first time. I loved the way you responded. I was ready to get another tight slap in return for that kiss. I am really happy... We took our relationship to the next step. Now, I know for sure that you feel something for me. " " No... I don't know, how it happened. But ... " and just then my phone buzzed.

GABRIEL "Are you meditating? We don't have time for that; we need to leave earlier than usual today, no?" I finished my breathing exercise before opening my eyes. My gaze fell on the vast expanse of manicured lawn and the garden in the distance before turning to look at them in the doorway. "Sorry, were you done?" Anna was hopping from one leg to the next, which meant she was chomping at the bit about something or the other.