How Do You End A Poem Novels & Stories

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

And the next after that. Until forever. (The End)

We are home. THE END

No more endings. Just forever.

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

My home. Forever. ----- **THE END**

--- And as the final moment closed in— As every path disappeared— As outcome became inevitable— One final truth emerged: --- When there is no escape left— --- The only power you have… --- Is deciding how it ends.

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

The final phrase. It was not long — eight bars, perhaps, the count imprecise because he was not counting, he was listening. Eight bars that did what Adrian had said it needed to do: not end the composition but open it, the last phrase carrying the weight of everything that had preceded it and releasing it forward, not into silence but into the suggestion of continuation. The phrase that said: here is where we are. Here is what has been built. And here — here is where the next thing begins.