Finish What You Start Novels & Stories

"So, what's the first step I should take?" “Start with yourself,” I replied. “Know your strengths, accept your weaknesses. Make a list of things you want to accomplish, no matter how small. This is your roadmap, and each goal you reach will help you see that you can do more than you think.” She paused for a moment, seeming to ponder my words. “I’ll try,” she said with renewed confidence. “I’ll show you that I can.” “I see,” I replied with a smile. “And remember, it’s never too late to start. The important thing is to keep moving forward.”

"Now, go back and finish what you started! I will give you the ultimatum for this time tomorrow. and your time starts now! She roared as she floated in the air! Tbc…

Time to end this one way or another. ***

“Make him remember everything he did. Make him doubt every step he takes. Make the world close in until he can’t breathe.” I liked the shape of that. Ruthless, surgical. I leaned forward. “We start small. Sanity frays from the edges before it snaps. We push.”

* her voice whispered in my mind. *"Don't celebrate yet. I'm not merging with you."* *"I know. But you're finally accepting what you are. That's a start."* She was right. It was a start. Now I just had to figure out how to finish this without losing everything in the process.

And she was only getting started. **THE END**

We didn't fix everything. But we started. And sometimes, that is enough.

“Then let’s make sure we bring him the best ones.” As we finish up, something settles inside me. I don’t know if I can fix everything overnight, but this? Being here? It’s a fucking start.

He won't refuse. [After all, in his eyes, Marjorie is the only one who matters.] After sending the message, she set her phone down and calmly went to wash up. As she brushed her teeth, she realized something: She didn't feel sad anymore. She could say it so calmly now—that Marjorie was the most important person to him. Just as she had decided when she left, she was done with the past. It was time to start a new life. Margaret had opened a Maravian restaurant in Endrophia.

The feeling of something being worked toward rather than something arrived at. He stood in front of it for a long time. “It doesn’t look finished,” he said. “It’s not,” Maya said from the floor. “It’s never finished and that's the point.” He looked at her. “The foundation is always working toward something,” she said. “The identity should look like working toward. Not like it arrived.” She uncrossed her legs. “A finished logo says we know what we are. This says we know what we’re asking.” He looked back at the whiteboard.