End Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

I paused for a moment, the news barely touching me, then smiled and posed for a photo with Kendra. I did not dwell on the past, nor fantasize about the future. I only focused on walking each step of the present. —END—

He stuck his head out the window, enjoying the view. Outside, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and orange. What a beautiful evening. “Woof, woof!” The end.

“Mom and Dad are just behind us. Let’s go meet them together.” I nodded, gripping the stone ring in my hand. Thank goodness I still had them behind me. The End.

The specific quality of a year approaching its end. "Edmund's poem," I say. "For the child. He said he would finish it this month." "Yes." "I have been thinking about what it will say." "What do you think it will say?" I think about Edmund on his porch. About Rose in his breast pocket. About forty years of poems about the same street. About the train poem and the twelve lines at the Cliffside Estate and the woman with the anthology who had lost her sister.

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he asks with his deep voice a smirk forming on his face. Okay, What the heck happened? Did he just call me 'pretty smile'? "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we're about to close the bar and I won't be able to serve any more drinks," I explain as my cheeks blush but I try to keep a straight face. "Can I just have one last glass, pretty simile?" he asks, looking at me with those lovely baby brown eyes. I chuckle as I pour his last glass. "The last one," I say as I smile at him, not knowing what else to say. He smiles back at me as he finishes his last glass of Scotch and stands up.

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

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Her name and reign danced in the tongue of all. THE END!!! APPRECIATION: Dear Readers, I find myself at a bittersweet moment as I write this letter. It is with a mix of joy, gratitude, and a touch of sadness that I bring you this final message. Today, I gather my words to express my deepest appreciation for your unwavering support throughout this incredible journey. It is with immense pride and a touch of melancholy that I announce the end of our story.