Chemical Endings Crossword Novels & Stories

Some endings don’t need words. They just need someone to notice.

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

It would be good for you guys to get to know each other. To my surprise, Cyrus had sent me a few apologetic messages too. However, he had yet to go home, so he still thought I was joking about leaving the country. I blocked his number and replied to Charlotte. [Okay, I'm almost there.] After leaving the plane, I dragged my luggage into the arrival hall. A slight breeze blew past my face. There was a faint floral scent in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to blow away all the clouds of my past.

Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest. Even the black lace dress I had bought for our anniversary had been stained with a few suggestive spots of blood. The room was filled with loud, crude men. Whistles and teasing laughter echoed through the air. “Ms. Jones finally ended her single life tonight.” “So? Was Eric good enough to make your legs give out?” Their eyes shifted toward me, followed by another round of whispers. “Shane is pathetic. He spent years acting like a loyal dog around her, and he still did not get her first time.”

HAHAHAHAHA. End of Text.

We are home. THE END

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

“That’s higher than I thought you’d say. I do like having green eyes, but I like yours too. Our child will have dark hair, right? How do dominant genes work?” Archer’s eyes light up. “You really want me to explain it? Because I will.” “Sure. But don’t get mad if I don’t follow along.” “I’m happy to repeat myself. I told you, biology fascinates me.” * Archer comes to a sudden stop, staring across the street. We’re making our way down Michigan Avenue on our way to the Cheesecake Factory. “See a ghost?” I ask him. “That’s Dr. Crawford.” “Who?”

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But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________