Begining After The End Novels & Stories

Something that felt, in spite of everything, like the beginning of something rather than the continuation of something else. The beginning of an after that had a name.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

a thought sparked in my mind, a sudden connection. "Wait! There might be something." I felt the familiar heat of color creep into my cheeks, but there was no going back now since I had their full, undivided attention. I lowered the blanket, revealing my flushed face. "A couple nights ago, before he left to go home, uh, Asher and I were, umm, making out." Echo growled from his corner, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the air, and Marco's head snapped in that direction, a warning glance. Ignoring this obvious display of territoriality, I pushed on, my voice steadying.

I turned. What happened? He pointed upward. The End has awakened. I stared at the cracks. The Beginning said the universe would continue. Kael shook his head. That doesn't mean it will survive. Cassian stepped forward. Explain. Kael looked at all of us. The Beginning and the End are opposites. The Beginning creates possibilities. The End removes them. Then why was the End asleep? Because there was nothing for it to end. I looked at my daughter. Until she was created.

he said. "It's fine," I replied, not giving it a second thought. Zach got swept away by the crowd. This time, our paths would never cross again. Those dark, painful memories would stay buried forever. I was ready to start a new life. Wade picked up my suitcase, dusted it off, and asked, "Want to walk around campus later and try something good to eat?" I pinched his cheek with a smile. "Sure, Wade."

Paul also noticed this, but in his defense, it was normal. The September End Fest will be starting on 28th and ending on the 30th. Three-day time of the festive atmosphere will be a hustle, that's why most people at this time were busy, same goes to Paul and Seri who will be performing on the 30th for the final event of the festival. While busy checking all the pieces of equipment, only the sound of the guitar's strings was vibrating throughout the room. Creak! Step.

The word after had a different quality now. Before the resolution, after had been a theoretical territory, the place the present was moving toward but had not yet reached. A horizon that the work was oriented toward without being visible from where the work was happening. After the filing. After the acknowledgment. After the statement. After the resolution. Now it was simply where I was. Standing in the after without the before pressing against me from behind, the specific quality of having arrived somewhere rather than moving toward it.

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

And before I could talk myself out of it again, my fingers began to move around the keyboard; Dear Kendra. . . _______ Thanks for reading! <3 ~Chris xx.

Let's end this. ***