Eric Church What I Almost Was Novels & Stories

Yet, every year without fail, his comrades would deliver peach crisps on his behalf. At sixty, I stood at the lectern for the very last time and delivered my final lesson. Before I dismissed my class, my gaze drifted to the window, toward the green hillside I knew so well. There, beneath the sprawling branches of a tung tree, was a small, quiet mound of earth. Caleb's grave. My heart, weathered by decades, spoke the words my voice no longer could. 'Did you hear me, my love? I taught my whole life for you. I hope you were listening.' The End

“It was wonderful to meet you, Eric, and I really appreciate you coming all the way here to surprise our girl here.” “I learned long ago that I would do anything for this girl.” Eric says, nudging her with his arm. “Join the club. I understand that completely, considering I feel the same way.” With a last nod, Gabe leaves. They watch him climb the steps and enter the church. “He seems like a really good guy.” Eric comments. “The absolute best.” Abby tells him. She has so many questions for him that she is dying to ask him. He must feel the same way, since he asks her about school.

Her shoulders trembled once, then stilled. She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not with everyone watching. Liam noticed. He always did. He reached for her hand, squeezing gently. “I’m here,” he whispered. She didn’t pull away. But she didn’t lean in either. There was comfort in his presence and a distance she couldn’t cross anymore. Not after everything. Not after the secrets that seemed to be swallowing their lives whole. When the priest finished, people stepped forward one by one to say their goodbyes.

her face turned to him, now with a questioning gaze. "that is my brother and his dead fiancee," pointing at their pictures. "I'm sure by now you can see the identical resemblance you both shared." she nods her head, giving me a go-ahead look to continue with the explanation. "they were both deeply in love, she was a singer. At their engagement party, a fan of hers shot her beside my brother. and since then, Nat has been psychologically impended. he refused treatment, and food and became aggressive towards anybody who wasn't his girl. I'm the only person he sometimes listens to and talk to. He believes his fiancee isn't dead but would come back to him." he paused, waiting for her to say somet

My trust issues were glaring. Femi had already finalized the deal with Pastor Iren. It was a good thing he was doing for the church and I couldn’t wait to have a worship experience within those walls. It would very much be heavenly and out of this world. I had watched Elevation Church in the US and dreamed of worshipping in a church like that. This was my own chance now.

“Did you know I got migraines every year in June, the month I thought she died? That’s when I believed she was truly gone. Now that I know she’s alive and she’s just choosing to be away from me, I can’t sleep and every part of my body is screaming for her. My mind, my heart, my hands. All of me wants all of her,” Eric says almost at a near pant. I peel my eyes away from him and only now notice that a small crowd has gathered around the ends of the aisles to look at what they think might be a prodigal gone wrong.

The assistant said. “Please don’t go!” Kiara gave the best puppy eyes. “I am here until the rain stops,” Christian ruffled Kiara’s soft curly hair, and she smiled, getting close to him. Eric was quietly eating as he recalled some flashes from the past where a small baby was touching a man’s face who was resembling much to Christian, but he chose to keep his mouth shut. “Where do you live?” He asked Christian, and the latter averted his gaze from Kiara to Eric.

Frank didn’t argue after that. He simply stayed beside me as we walked into the church together. The inside smelled faintly of flowers and candle wax. Rows of people already filled most of the seats while quiet crying echoed occasionally from different corners. At the front of the church sat Eric’s coffin surrounded by white flowers that looked too beautiful for something this ugly. My chest tightened painfully at the sight. God. He was really gone.

Mary’s Hospital. I sat in the backseat, my fingers interlaced tightly with Eric’s. His skin was clammy, his pulse thrumming a frantic, irregular rhythm against my palm. I understood his silence. I understood the war raging behind his eyes. Despite everything Elijah Kingston had done—his cold compliance in Eric’s mistreatment, the way he had allowed Eleanor to torture me with her words—I couldn't help but pray for his recovery. He was the only living pillar Eric had left, the man he still held in a complicated, deep regard.

Not on Red but about the intentions of Lucifer while hoping deeply that they'd be nothing more than business partners working for profit and not for a selfish purpose. Life pushed me at a point where the dread of crossing the undesirable paths is becoming reality. Why do I feel the hearts which I have never met are going to their destination... whether devastation or redemption. Erich went to a bar to clear his mind. He was drinking to think straight or get the thoughts stirring his mind out then a girl came, trying to flirt with him but he stopped her. "Stop. I am married." "Then what caused you to come here in such gloom?" She seductively asked, about to touch him but he pushed her back an