Every Last Word Novels & Stories

Striving to get one last thing said. "You were never mine anyways."

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

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-

This is the woman. She had been writing it for three mornings. On the fourth morning she wrote the last sentence, and the last sentence arrived with the particular clarity of last sentences that know what they are — sentences that could not be followed by anything because they had said the thing completely and anything after them would only be addition rather than continuation. She read it. She sat with it. She saved the document. Closed the laptop.

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.

Crystal's voice is so clear and high. "Cause every night I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head, a million dreams are keeping me awake, I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see, a million dreams is all it's gonna take, a million dreams for the world we're gonna made..." The 4 of us sang the chorus part, the verse 3 and verse 4 was sang by Shaina and Alexis. "All of you did great today, we've picked 3, but now we can't reveal it, just wait for our text message. It will be sent today, batch 20 get inside please." We get out of the room, I'm finding Gabby.

The fragrant aroma of the candles, mingling with the essence of shared laughter and tears, created an atmosphere where time seemed to stand still, honoring the memory of the woman they had loved so dearly. Margaret's voice trembled with emotion as she spoke of the last moments with her daughter. "She looked at me and said, 'Mom, I love you.' Those were the last words she spoke." The weight of those words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the final exchange that had sealed their bond.

Her last word was; "Help"