In This Moment Book Novels & Stories

For right now, in this moment, I was exactly where I'd chosen to be. And that had to count for something.

Outside, November was doing nothing remarkable. This was, I understood, the moment. Not because anything had made it the moment — no catalyst, no special quality of the light, no anniversary or occasion. Simply: I had been waiting for the right moment since August and the right moment was a Sunday evening in November when nothing was happening and we were simply in the room together in the way we were in rooms together, which was completely, without performance, attending to what was actually there. I put the book down. She heard it and looked up.

The morning that contained everything that had come before it. Her letter arrived in a thick envelope. Don opened it at the kitchen table. Ernest was not yet there. The light was gray through the window. The first snow of December had come the night before, and the ground was white. She said: the four books are complete as a body of work. She had known, from The Inside Account, that the argument was large. She had known from The Ground Keeps that the argument was deepening. She had known from The Emergent World that the argument had found its full human dimension. The Ordinary Morning was the destination. The ordinary day is the measure of life well accumulated. The most ordinary thing is th

I love this book. I'm having a blast, reading my book, drinking my Coke, and eating my cheesy mushroom and sausage pizza. The wind feels lovely on my bare legs, shoulders, and face. I am so engrossed in my book that I don't see who is standing in front of me. Before I can look up, he has dropped to his knees on my blanket. I feel my panic starting to rise.

Facetime and WhatsApp just weren't enough to fill that craving hole I had in me. The bell on the door dinged making my heart start beating loudly. Maybe someone had finally decided to get past their prejudices and come to the bookstore. My head went up with a genuine smile that quickly faded when I saw who it was. "Alpha Cory", I murmured, a polite and reserved smile takimg the place of the prior one.

It was a million euro chance and she had never regretted taking advantage of her blessings. People bump at her on purpose, she braced herself, since she was small, she made it a mission not to be thrown to kingdom come and worst, fall on her arse. Her audience would surely cheer. Why were the rich folks so freaking big? What do they eat? Bricks? The thought made her snort. Obviously. Most of them have bricks for brains. Going directly to her locker to deposit her heavy books and backpack, she looked neither left nor right. All she wanted was to start her day.

This is that moment. The chapter opens in quiet clarity. The sun is low in the sky, casting long, golden light across familiar spaces. A gentle breeze moves through the rooms we have inhabited together, carrying with it the sense of time, the weight of memory, and the subtle promise of all that remains possible. Nothing needs to be declared. Nothing needs to be proven. Love simply exists here, fully, confidently, and gracefully.

I closed the laptop, looked at Noah, and whispered, “It’s done. My most personal book yet.” And in that moment, surrounded by love, I knew that this story, like our life, was exactly as it was meant to be.

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."

Piper disconnected the call immediately and muted her phone. Worry ebbed across her face - deep down she knew who it was. But how had they gotten her number? When she had left London she had ensured her provider changed her number. This was a new start and Piper intended to begin her life again, with the people she loved the most. Piper reached into her bag, pulled out her book, and decided to get lost in the pages of Daphne Du Maurier's, Rebecca. That was the last thing Piper remembered before she fell into a deep slumber.