Impossible Is Nothing Novels & Stories

Made me wait. "A third option," she continued. “It is not something I was going to give because it has never been done successfully and could be impossible. But you are a doer of impossible things. And I believe it exists, and that is all you need to know."

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

I mean, I know what I want to do but whatever I’m thinking is next to impossible. . #TBC

"Even if there was a way to bring her back, it would be an impossible one." He froze at her words. "What do you mean by "impossible?" Nothing is impossible." He spoke. My grandmother arched a brow. "Nothing you say? Have you ever killed a deity?" My mouth dropped. What the heck does that mean? "What?" He said through gritted teeth. Grandmother chuckled. "That's exactly how "impossible" your tasked is. No, they are not technically gods, but they can hold the power of one." What is she talking about?

The beautiful work. The impossible work. Of living.

Maybe—maybe impossible would become real. Again. We had one day. One chance. One opportunity to—to do the impossible. We'd make it count. We'd make it work. We'd make it—it everything. Or die trying. Together. As family. As hope. As—as stubborn refusal to give up. That was enough. That was everything. That was—was who we were. And we wouldn't—wouldn't change. Wouldn't stop trying. Wouldn't—wouldn't surrender to despair. Not now. Not ever. Not—not while we still breathed. Still loved. Still hoped.

Something permanent. And nothing. Nothing will ever break us apart.

Uninvited. Uncontrollable. Impossible to ignore.

--- And as every possible future collapsed into a single point— As infinite outcomes narrowed into one— As everything balanced on a single irreversible moment— One final truth emerged: --- When everything is possible— --- Nothing truly exists… --- Until you choose what remains.

“I can’t tell you right now, because you are not ready for that conversation or the truth that will be unleashed… and don’t be so sure; nothing in this world is impossible.” I wanted so badly to argue with her on the whole ‘you are not ready' issue, but I pushed down my irritation. Like I said, I couldn’t aggravate her, not when she was talking. Once I was calm enough, the last part of her sentence caught my attention. “What do you mean?” I questioned in confusion. Did she mean that we were as powerful as Xena or that we could make new species? But that’s impossible. Only the deities can. That’s why it’s so hard to understand how Xena is able to do it.