Into The Moment Book Novels & Stories

"You refuse to learn, don't you, Whitney?! I thought you'd changed, but all you did was become worse than before!" Henry walked away in anger, but the maid suddenly exclaimed, "Mr. Jordan, Mrs. Jordan has passed out!"

She wanted to provoke me, and I couldn’t give her the grace to do that when something very important was on my mind. ~SOFIA~ Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his lips mumbling with his eyes closed, exactly as I had seen him doing it in my dreams. I knew what was going to happen next so I quickly motioned for his hand and held it right before I felt myself passing through a stage of trance. Before I could blink my eyes again, dizziness overpowered me and I lost balance, almost falling off the edge of a mountain but something pulled me back. “Holy Mother!”

Sandy paused for a moment, "I think we should take a break, and take our time to think this through, John." "No! No breaks! I don't want breaks! I want to resolve this, if there's a problem, we talk about it and resolve it ... not taking breaks?!" he held her by the wrist and tried to find her eyes in the chaos, but she dodged him, and wriggled away. "Sandy! Look at me! We can work this out! You were just overwhelmed by what you were reading ... it's garbage, baby, it's interfering with all the great stuff we're having right now," he persuaded her.

The meeting had already started. She was late as she looked at her watch for the thousandth time in the past five minutes. If only, she thought for a second as she pulled into the spot in the massive parking lot. If only she had left a half an hour earlier, if only she had got a map of the base, if only she hadn't decided to take on this job, if only.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion. I picked up a book, hoping it would help calm my mind. As I opened the cover, I found myself drawn into the world of the story. The pages seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, hours had passed. I was lost in the pages of the book, transported to another place and time. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of my thoughts.

I was sixty pages in and completely absorbed. I set the book aside reluctantly and went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup. A little more lip gloss. A light spray of perfume, and I checked my hair one more time. My phone buzzed. Miles: "On my way! Be there in 10." My stomach flipped. This was it. No more overthinking, no more anxiety spiraling. Just... tonight. Just Miles. Just giving this a real shot, doing it once again, and much better this time.

"This is a book about what comes after. Not what comes after surviving. That's the first book. This is what comes after you've survived and healed and built something from the healing. This is what it looks like to exist in the life you've earned through decades of work." I stop and I read what I've written. It feels right. It feels like the beginning of something important. I work on the book every morning before the foundation opens. I come to my office early and I write for two hours before anyone else arrives. I write about the sustained choosing. I write about what it means to love someone for so long that the love becomes invisible because it's so woven into who you are. I write chapte

Both of them planting things in faith that someone would be there to receive what they had made. Both of them right. She looked at her laptop screen, at the new paragraph, at the book that was taking shape. She thought: I am planting something too. These words, this record, this account of a year that changed everything. I am planting it for the people who need it, the people who are sitting in a waiting room somewhere filling out a form that asks strange questions and thinking: I do not know what I am walking into. I am planting it for them, so they might know: sometimes you walk into something that was waiting for you. Sometimes the thing you were moving toward was already moving toward yo