Come From Away Novels & Stories

I stood there in silence, long enough for the snow to blanket the ground, long enough for a decade of passion and resentment to vanish like snowflakes in the wind. At last, when he seemed to feel my presence and our gazes locked, I walked away. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in his eyes, and he took a step to follow, but was quickly swallowed by a tide of jumbled memories. He grasped at a snow rabbit that happened by, asking, "Have you seen my Fiona?" I slipped away into the night, leaving the North to its Fiona-less fate, under a sky painted with crimson auroras.

Every few seconds she'd pause, tap the end of the pen lightly against her lip, then continue writing. Roman narrowed his eyes. "Sketching." Victor leant slightly. "Looks like notes." "Collection ideas," Roman guessed. Lucien folded his arms. "She came directly from Paris..." "...and she's already working again," Damian finished. For a moment... She looked completely alone. Peaceful. Until— Her phone rang. Without looking at the screen, Isabella answered. "Yes?" Silence. Then... Her expression flattened. She closed her notebook. "You're joking."

"Dad, may I come to the airport with you? I love watching the planes take off and land." "Ashleigh, I would've thought you turning sixteen you would be over that by now? Yes you may tag along." I ran and jumped giving my dad a big squeeze of a hug. "Thank you, your the best." "Now, if you two will excuse us we are heading back to the office until the celebration begins." Once daddy's little girl always daddy's little girl. Ashton's phone rang. "Let me guess Shasha." "Ash don't start. Hello babe."

she replies. "Where are you coming from, Sylvia?" "We're originally from Mexico," Ptr Kris inquires, "but we decided to stay in San Diego permanently after my mother developed a mental illness and lost her memory." "Did you try to consult with the psychiatrist to get her diagnosed and treated properly?" "Not yet, Ptr. Kris. We're still homeless. We came here because we heard about the lady missionaries healing. Perhaps she can pray for my Mom so we can start a new life." Stella said.

Their family was like the supreme power of the Island even though there was an executive set up in place. Serena couldn’t believe her ears. A whole country with a population just a bit more than that of Chevsko? She couldn’t believe it. She had never paid much attention to the geography of the world. The only time she had travelled beyond the shores of Chevsko had been when she had gone to Inglewood for her studies, where she met Mathews. She had been elated back then and thought it fate that they were from the same hometown. Now, she realised how much she had lost. Just like a fish in a well, she knew little of the world outside Chevsko.

I needed more information. "Yeah, so" he fiddled with his napkin, pausing as the lady brought his food which consisted of fish and a large serving of fries. He thanked her and waited for her to leave until he spoke up again. "I'm guessing you're not from around here because I've never seen you before" "No, I'm not." I picked a place off the top of my head. "From New Zealand." "That's far." His eyes mirrored his surprise. "That's a long way from home, what are you doing here…if I may ask?"

Balor let out a chuckle too. "Wouldnt that be something." He mused. "Where are you from anyway, you never really said. You just kind of appeared out of nowhere five years ago." "What is this an interrogation?" He muttered. His mood changed yet again. I straightened in my seat a bit before shaking my head. "No, just curious." "Well, my family is from up north. But my parents moved away after they met. So I decided to come back five years ago and help with the family business. It was taking a hit, and I've always been good with people, so it made sense."

" Fury boiled up in me. I hurled my phone aside and wailed. Through the curtain separating my bed, a hand slipped over, pressing a packet of tissues into mine. A timid voice followed, "Don’t cry, miss. Your stomach will only hurt worse." I pulled back the curtain just as the door opened. A man, who appeared travel-worn and was holding takeout, rushed to the bedside of the girl next to me. She frowned, scolding him, "I told you not to come. All that networking must be exhausting. I’m fine. You should rest."

she heard someone call out, and she swiveled her head to the left. A man in an EMT uniform with light brown hair and storm grey eyes was coming toward her. “Hey. I’m Tim. Drove your moving van, remember? Come with me, Karli. This way.” “Wait, Sarah’s coming,” she managed, and he nodded. Sarah blasted through the door a few moments later, saw them, and paused for a split second before walking over to where they were standing. “Take me to him, Tim,” Karli pleaded. As they moved, Sarah quietly asked, “What happened?”

After that day, Charlie never showed up again. Yuliana finally received notification that her visa application had been approved. There had never been much in the house that belonged to her—just a few sets of clothes to pack. Looking around the villa where she had spent the last three years, she felt no nostalgia, only the relief of finally being free. She was finally escaping the cage that had trapped her for three long years. With only a week left before her departure, Charlie never came home. Alyssa, however, filled the void with a daily barrage of provocative texts.