Fading Words Novels & Stories

The little girl accepted it in regards just because she wasn’t prepared to speak that word again. [It may seem to us that those words like ‘Thank you’ ‘Your welcome’ or ‘Glad to meet you and not to mention that pleasant word ‘Thanks a lot for the help’ these words may seem wonderful, pleasant and admiring to others our good manners. But, then who can or who would ever think that these words are sometimes the reason to cause us the deepest scars in our hearts. Who can imagine these beautiful words can be the reason to create relations at the same time collapse the strength of living in our life.

Fold in just one word. "Maybe you forgot. I'm still married .. You, what are you?"

He clear his throat and takes a start. " I was living in my dreams, and only my eyes were living, there was no one I was living alone, " " I was silent, and no word was on my lips, there was no one I was living alone, " " But after meeting you I learn to live in this world, " " After meeting you every moment is new, " " After meeting you I found my breath, " " After meeting you there is magic everywhere, " " After meeting you I become more alone even in the crowd, "

Their dark grey and black colours make me despondent. The trees started to sway as the breeze changed into a strong wind. The rain followed. Big rain drops started to fall on the sand around me. The bracelet fell from my hand. I was standing alone. A piece of paper was carried by the wind and it landed on me and got stuck in my shirt’s collar. I removed it. I took it into my hands. I looked at it. I saw some words written over it. I cleared the dust from it and read the words.

Her body trembling against mine, breath coming in ragged gasps that spoke of lungs filling with fluid, of time running out like sand through an hourglass. One eye swollen completely shut, the lid purple and distended. Lips split in three places, blood trickling down her chin. Fingers twitching weakly in mine as her voice rasped against my neck, each word an effort that cost her precious energy she didn't have to spare. "Don't let them smile while I fade."

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

The worlds we passed were fleeting, shimmering, insubstantial. "The Fading Realm is close," the Wanderer said. "Do not be alarmed by what you see. The wolves there may not remember how to greet you." "How should we greet them?" "With patience. With kindness. With the hope that they will remember who they once were." We emerged into the Fading Realm. The sky was grey, the color of old ash. The ground was barren, cracked, devoid of life. The trees stood skeletal, their branches reaching toward the sky like supplicants. There was no sound. No birds. No wind. No voices.

Thirty. My hair began to turn white, wrinkles formed around my eyes, but my gaze remained as cold as ice. I never stopped missing her. Every night, I dreamed of her smile when she was eighteen. I dreamed of the afternoon she told me she loved me. I dreamed of the despair in her eyes when she left me. I always woke up to a wet pillow. One night, forty years later, the head researcher from the foundation called. "Alpha, we did it. We've developed a cure for Wolf Spirit Decay."

I ask. Nothing answers. Of course not. But something shifts. Small. Subtle. The word doesn’t feel as solid. “Where did it come from?” Silence. The gap widens. “Why does it not connect to anything else?” The word flickers. Not audibly. Internally. Like its edges just— Blurred. “Why does it feel complete when it shouldn’t be?” That’s the one. The shift is sharper this time. More obvious. The word— Wavers.

It wasn't heat or fire; it was Erasure. ​Where the beam touched the Vane’s Legacy II, the memories of the crew began to fade. Julian forgot the name of his first ship. Sophia forgot the feel of the Siberian snow. The "99,300 words" of history they had fought for were being deleted, line by line, from the ship’s soul. ​"She’s un-writing us!" Sophia screamed, her form turning into a jittery, digital mess of pixels. ​Kaelen felt the erasure hitting his own mind. He felt the image of Elena Vane starting to blur. He felt the weight of his 100k-Sprint beginning to feel "illogical."