Endless Summer Choices Novels & Stories

Knox grins. After everything they just did and the state I'm in because of it, how can I possibly say no? "Do I even have a choice?" "There's always a choice, Baby Doll...." "As long as you make the right one." Jory smiles goofily. "And I suppose 'yes' is the right choice in this instance?" I raise a brow, and they all answer in unison. "Yes!"

“Are you interested in some props for the Last Day of Summer Fest? We offer free juice and photos on the side.” “When is the day?" “Pardon?” Valentina looked over at her like she was staring at a grade two child. “When is the fest?” Colleen had no idea so she looked to Tobias for help and thankfully, he answered. “21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?”

I led him to an old house and projected a grainy surveillance recording onto the blank wall. The footage played clearly on the wall. At the exact moment I turned my head, Grandma Eve released her grip on the wheelchair handles and hurled herself down the slope. My voice trembled as I finally unleashed years of pent-up frustration and injustice. "Open your eyes and watch closely! I didn't kill her! It wasn’t me!" Grandma had already decided to end her life long before that day. She no longer wanted to keep living, longing instead for a swift release. That afternoon, when we went out for a walk, she insisted on taking that exact route. It was a park she knew well, and every path and turn was f

“So what happened?” “Well, in a nutshell, Gary has commitment issues and I think he got scared because he realized he felt something for Bethany and he wasn’t ready to admit those feelings or deal with them so he ended it. He’s a moron but his family was going on vacation and I guess he didn’t want to feel guilty or whatever if he looked at other girls while he was gone so he broke up with Bethany as soon as summer break started. They hadn't seen or spent any time together all summer until we met for food at the diner the night before school started back. ”

Time to get to work. After bathing and debating on what to wear, I decided to opt for a dark green cargo pant, black long sleeve v-neck crop top, and black sneakers. When I liked what I was, I made my hair in a half updo, making sure my fringe was in place and glossed my lips. Feeling satisfied with my look, I unplugged my phone and exited the room. Making sure not to leave my key behind. While I waited for the elevator, I mindlessly scroll through my phone.

I asked Rose a week after the coronation. “I am,” she said. “I will miss Abby and Grayson, though,” she sighed. “And the babies.” “They’ll be stopping with us at Alderei,” I reminded her. “It’s on the way to Odel.” I put my arm around her, “Besides… we are headed into Palesun. Maybe the weather will force them to stay through the season.” Ivy giggled, then stopped. “I don’t think Grayson has ever seen snow,” she whispered. “He once told us that the only two seasons in Eswen are ‘hot’ and ‘less hot’.

I tried to be calm about what was waiting for me. —I called them to tell them the options we have, and I want them to know that I have been searching with all the sources of information I have at my reach, and this is the only solution we have. it is not the most adequate, but it is the only one in the short term —she said looking at us. — let's listen to what you have to tell us, and we will decide what is best — Maximo said, and I looked at him with a slight smile.

Everything to choose ending over erasure. Midnight comes. They forget. The notes remain. Tomorrow they wake up. Read them. Hopefully believe them. Hopefully help. Hopefully make refusing possible when the moment comes. When I'm dying. When the Absolute offers. When I'm desperate. When I choose. Death or erasure. Aurora or nothing. Ending or never-was.

Not begging. Just … steady. Like, he doesn’t want us to see him break. Then the screen cuts to black. Words appear, white text on black. The asshole is getting creative. CHOOSE. Option A: Throwing a dice. Raped. Left alive. Option B: Rigged with a bomb that will tear limb from limb. Your choice will be recorded from start to finish for you to enjoy. You have 48 hours. My vision tunnels. Holy fucking flower bats. His choice is way worse than mine. His person … dead or alive. And knowing my twin, he’s going all out psycho right now.

EVERY PATH EVENTUALLY ENDS IN EMPTINESS. But Cole and Lila knew better. They had seen the paths that branched into endless possibilities, the choices that created new choices, the lives that touched other lives and made more life possible. “You’re wrong,” they said together, their voice echoing through every door, every world, every moment. “Choice is endless. Paths are infinite. Emptiness is just one choice among many—and no one has to take it.”