Novel & Cerita Every Last Word

“Which means: the apple from the first line; water from the second line; knitted entity from the third line; and a tea from the fifth line. Now, from there, I needed to dissect word by word to reveal the word.” ‘~ The last slice of an apple she had, ~’ “The apple is the clued possession; but which part of it reveals the part of the word? It is the ‘last slice’ which was interpreted as the last letter of the word – the letter E.” Tamara seriously looked at everyone who was intently listening to her explanation – some were also nodding their heads while some were foreheads creased. She continued, though. ‘~ Falls to the depth of the final three drops of cold water. ~’

I glare at him. “Sorry, baby. Go on.” His eyes are still glittering with anger. I roll my eyes. “After listening to all the voicemails, I listened to the last unknown number.” I scan the voicemail and play it to them. “Hello, Mackenzie. You’re alone now, aren’t you? At last, it’s our time together, and soon you’re gonna be mine, sweet Mackenzie.” Everyone gasps and Sebastian growls, fisting his hands.

Just as I reached for my wallet, two figures suddenly stumbled through the door. Garrett's arm was wrapped in thick bandages, and dark veins crawled up toward his wrist. His eyes swept over me and landed on the small cufflink box in my hand. He let out a cold, mocking laugh. "I heard you're getting engaged. What's this, another one of your little games to make me jealous?" He sneered, "Hard to believe anyone would actually want leftovers that I've already tossed aside." He emphasized the word "leftovers," spitting it out like venom, as if I were something disposable.

she ordered and I looked back and there I saw her wearing the same dress she wore on the day we went on a trip to my grandmother's house. I ran towards her and hugged her. "I missed you mom"....I sobbed at her shoulder. "I missed you too baby, but please I want you to move on" "You can't keep on burying yourself on to the past. Give yourself a break. Years had pass already. Please move on sweetheart. We will be forever by yourside I love you sweetie. Goodbye"....Is that her very last words. "Mom!"...I cried out. "Mom, please comeback!", "Please"....I almost whispered.

Ana said sounding all excited " I know that your motto is, to get over a man, you must get under another, but Ana, i ned to be getting under my work and not another man" Riley said " in fact, i may just be off men for now" " Cool, you can be on women" Ana said and let out a giggle " You can still joke about my predicament??, girl bye" Riley said and tried to end the call " wait" Ana sharply inputed " I'm sorry, i just wanted to lighten up your mood, i can't even begin to imagine how you must be feeling right now but, i'm ready to do anything to make sure you get better, i promise"

My eyes stung. “One last time.” His eyes begged. They spoke. They screamed. They plead. “One last time. Fight. For yourself this time. Not for anyone else. One last time.” ***

But his strength was fading fast. The giant page dipped lower, dripping blood directly over them. The letters shifted again and rearranged, revealing a final glowing command: “Say the word. Or lose him forever.” Camela's breath came in sharp gasps as she held Vincent’s face with both her hands. “What word? What word do they want?…” she asked. Vincent coughed up blood, his voice hoarse as he responded, “No word…don’t say it…please…” Her heart raced as she heard whispers pressing a word into her mind; but it wasn’t really a word—it was emptiness. Total silence.

It’s funny how I never realized the importance of Elara in my life until it was too late—funny how I never allowed Cora to call me Dad, but that’s all I’m dying to hear now. Just one last time. One last time, I wish my daughter would call for me. One last time, I wish my wife would wait for me to come home. One last time, I wish we all could sit together and have a happy meal. One last time, I wish I could kiss my wife and make sweet love to her. Too bad I can’t have these things anymore. No matter how badly I wish I could turn the clock and go back in time to when Elara and Cora used to see me as their whole world, it’s just not possible anymore.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.