Finish What You Start Novels & Stories

"You don't even know this sophie chick. If you are going to get married, don't you want to have the time that you have with Mia? I mean, it makes sense." "Why start something when you can't finish it." Soul was silent for a moment and then he said, "Because it doesn't matter whether you finish or not...all that matters is that you started it and you will remember it fro the rest of your life." Soul was looking at me in the eyes when he was suddenly distracted. He looked up at the stairs and his eyes widened and even looked slightly dazed. I looked around and saw everyone had the same reaction. I looked at what they were looking at up the stairs.

she began, tone firm but encouraging. “And now this incident happened. You have to see it for what it is…a challenge. A challenge where, in the next two months, you can prove if you’re really talented. Which I know you are. But this… this will be different. You’ll be under a lot of pressure. “Remember this: it doesn’t matter how you started. What matters is how you finish. So use these two months wisely. And just so you know… I’m rooting for both of you.”

" Let me guess; not knowing where to start after everything has just been burnt to the ground? " " Sort of, I mean I do have other qualifications. I do have a specific one but I really loved what I was doing and I really loved traveling and coming back home to what I thought was a solid relationship but what was solid turned out to be flaky. " " I think we're in the same boat because I'm starting something new and for the first time in a long time I don't know where to go I don't know where to start but I learnt a long time ago to start with what I have and what I know,and I'm going to use that to get through the mammoth task that I have been given which I cannot tell you right now but I hop

Pack elder. Living proof that broken things could heal. That rejected wolves could thrive. That endings could transform into beautiful new beginnings. Forever forward. But at my own pace now. With nothing left to prove. And everything is still to enjoy. Perfect. Complete. Home.

“We will start from the bottom again.” Everytime we switch from place to place to find some temporary solace I feel that we are going back to square one. We were moving forward a little but it would just be for a little while until we came back to a situation like this. Like the water on the falls who never stops to flow, in an infinity. I wanted to give up because I am feeling exhausted already but that was not possible. I may be tired but I am not allowed to give up. We need to continue living until we finally reach the end of what we have started. And whatever happens I will make sure that the end of this war will only be victory and nothing else. We must accomplish it.

“Still ends everything.” “Conclusion enables system integrity.” “And what happens after the conclusion?” “Nothing.” The word lands flat. Final. Unmoving. “Then it’s incomplete,” I say. “Completion is not required.” “Of course it is.” “Why?” The question cuts deeper than I expect. Because I don’t have a logical answer. Not one that fits into its way of thinking. So I don’t try. “Because things should continue,” I say instead. “Should implies preference.” “Yes.”

she said softly. “Is it,” Mac said gently. “Not finished,” Cloe said. “Done. There’s a difference. I think that’s actually what this whole year has been teaching us.” She looked back at the garden, at her son walking inside, at Sophia just behind him. “Finished would mean it’s over. Done means it’s complete. It means it’s ready to keep going without needing us to carry it in the same way.” Mac looked at her for a moment. “When did you get so wise,” he said quietly.

“It all falls.” Dominic finished. A pause. “…But it won’t be clean.” “Nothing about this is clean.” The Decision I stepped forward. Closer to the system. “…Then we do it properly.” Dominic looked at me. Not questioning. Not stopping. Understanding. “…We finish it completely.” Launch Point The countdown continued silently now. Unseen— But felt. Bryan exhaled slowly. “…Once we start this…” A pause. “…there’s no recovery.”

"I love you. You had me at hello. Age and your past don't matter. I'll wait until you're ready." He kept at it, never giving up. ...

The peaceful woman. All of them were me. All of them mattered. None of them were mistakes. Before going inside, I opened the leather-bound book one last time. The final page was blank. At the top, someone had written: What would you tell the next woman? I smiled. Then picked up a pen. After a moment, I wrote: You are not starting over. You are starting from experience. You are not broken. You are becoming. And one day, you'll look back and realize the thing that ended your old life was actually the beginning of your real one.