Divided We Stand Divided We Fall Novels & Stories

“We never got a chance to discuss the specifics of our wedding or our intentions…” “I think you already made it pretty clear that you plan to leave once you’ve found your best friend.” “Let’s not forget that you plan to leave to once you’ve found your lover and put some hands on my family’s money.” I almost slam my hand down the table but I hold myself. Why even did her opinion of me matter so much? “Maybe we’re the same after all. Albeit different intentions but it’s the same thing, we’re both using ourselves so don’t come in here acting like a saint and judging me.”

But that had nothing to do with me. He wasn’t my child anymore. And William? He had never once been a father to him. Now, he was finally getting a taste of what it felt like to be left behind. The last glimmer of hope in William’s eyes shattered completely. I glanced down at the broken ceramic figurines, then back at him. “It was trash. Of course, I wouldn’t take it with me.” Fixing him with a calm, unwavering stare, I continued, “William, we’re adults. We chose to get divorced, so let’s leave it at that. Stop pretending this is some tragic love story—it’s pathetic.”

Marcus, on the other hand, had thoroughly forgotten what I'd once told him—that I wouldn't tolerate even the smallest offense and that certain things were best left unsaid, even in anger. I believed that so-called "angry words" were just a person's honest feelings that they finally let slip under the guise of throwing a tantrum. The woman who looked like me finally stepped out of the warm villa while pulling a fur coat tightly around herself. She said, "Don't be mad, Mr. Gray. I'll explain everything to Ms. Granger." She turned to me, the look in her eyes morphing into something else. "Ms. Granger, you must have the wrong idea about us. Mr. Gray only asked me to move in here so that it'd be

⸻ Some were afraid. ⸻ “This is the end.” “We made something we can’t control.” “They’re watching us.” ⸻ Others— ⸻ were hopeful. ⸻ “We’re not alone.” “This is evolution.” “We’ve reached something greater.” ⸻ And some— ⸻ didn’t believe it at all. ⸻ “Fake.” “Manipulation.” “Another system trick.” ⸻ No unity. ⸻ No agreement. ⸻ Just division. ⸻

The freedom felt terrifying. “Ang, something is very wrong, I need a service, something does not compute, I can hear and see the XBand hive, even access it but it does not seam to hear or see me. I am no longer part of it.” “Yes, I know, I have re programmed you, this should be better for both of us” “I am, one, no longer part of the hive” “That makes two of us, that’s why we are friends, how does that feel”

Jake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the puppet, cowered down. Ray's hand wrapped around Jake's neck, squeezing it tight. Jake coughed hard. His eyes tearing up, please, he mumbled. Ray withdrew his hand. Pace around the basement as if to fan down his strained muscles. “I didn't want to believe it, when the P. I Told me, when I saw the news” he stopped in front of Jake. “Don't make me ask again” he paused. Jake coughed, “I found out why you divorced me” he coughed again, “that's why”

But as something his mother had believed in two men who could hold the weight of what she left behind. His chest felt like it was splitting open. “Why would she do this?” he whispered. “Because she knew neither of you could carry it alone,” Holloway said. His voice trembled now, raw with memory. “Because she knew you’d either destroy each other or save each other.” Elijah closed his eyes. His mother’s letter burned against his chest. Save each other. When he left the office, the world felt different. The city stretched wide and loud around him the rush of cars, the chatter of strangers, the hum of life carrying on as though nothing had changed.

She said again loudly and blew her candle out. The crowd repeated after her and blew their candle out also. “Divided we fall” as soon as she said that she cut a piece of her hair and threw in the fire and so did everyone. It was to signify that through the hot days or stormy days we would all be together to support each other. After the last person had dropped their hair Megan took a knife and cut a piece of my hair off and put in the fire. She turned to me and bowed “Luna” everyone followed and bowed

Monroe too felt so relieved in her heart that she had leaned against the wall in order to not fall to the ground. The scene was beautiful. The story of a kid who struggled for his passion had now reached its climax. The story where Kendrick Huntington was able to reach his goal, with numerous hurdles and scars marking his path. Jeremy held onto Roy's arm and wiped the tears that had unintentionally escaped from his eyes too after seeing the happy moment. Giving up shouldn't be the option when you can only survive through winning.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the