Keep On Keeping On Novels & Stories

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. I'm yours. I've always been yours. This is real. This is forever. This is everything. This is all I've ever wanted. This is home." "Tell me you're staying forever. Tell me you'll never leave. Tell me you'll never walk away. Tell me you'll never stop loving me. Tell me you'll never stop choosing me. Tell me you'll never stop fighting for us." "I'm staying forever. I'll never leave. I'll never walk away. I'll never stop loving you. I'll never stop choosing you. I'll never stop fighting for us. I'll never stop believing in us. I'll never stop wanting you."

‍ Stay‍i‌ng. Com‌ing back. Again. And again‍. ‍ And somehow ⁠ they did. ⁠

I heard the quiet exhale that was his version of being amused, and something in my chest did a stupid, traitorous thing that I was choosing not to examine. We worked for almost two hours. He pushed harder today than yesterday…more repetitions, less pause between each one, his voice clipped and precise when he corrected me. Shoulder back. Lead with your weight, not your arm. Again. There were moments when I felt the pull of frustration, the old urge to snap at him for being relentless, but then I would land a move cleanly and the brief silence before his approval felt like something I wanted to earn again and again, which was a thought I kept firmly to myself.

--- Because staying— Staying wasn’t about holding on tightly. It was about choosing, again and again— To be there. To show up. To not run when things got hard. --- And this time— They were both willing to try. --- Together. ---

“You always say that.” “Because I usually am.” A beat. Kevin exhales through his nose, not annoyed—just… noticing. “That’s kind of the problem.” Arlo’s fingers still over the keyboard. “What is?” “You’re always working. Always thinking. Always…” Kevin gestures vaguely, searching for the word. “Somewhere else.” Arlo finally looks at him. “I’m here.” Kevin meets his gaze. “You are,” he agrees. “But not really.” Silence settles between them. Not heavy.

There was an underlying meaning in his eyes, and it made Wendy’s gaze turn dark. Naomi’s expression turned sour as well. Lloyd snickered and gave Wendy a warning. He said, “Be careful, Miss Clark. Don’t get manipulated by a petty, delusional person. If you end up sleeping with him, you might get tainted.” “Oh?” Wendy’s gaze was sharp and calm. She did not speak loudly, but her voice carried great projection. Stunned, Lloyd’s expression became much more restrained. “Don’t mind him, Miss Clark. He was just running his mouth. I’ll apologize on his behalf.”

Adaeze looked at the book in her hands. "Keepers," she said. "Just that. The original word in the old language means simply those who hold the knowledge. Those who keep." She paused. "Keepers." "Keepers," Nana said quietly. Like she was feeling the weight of the word. "Keepers," Charlotte said beside her. "Keepers," Efua said. "Keepers," Kofi said. Miriam said it last. Not loudly. Just placed it in the room with the others.

“You kept me safe, and I feel safe around you, so be my keeper, yeah?” She down the third refill of her glass. “Forever. Keep me forever. I want you to be my keeper forever.”

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’

Just keep running. Just keep running. This is the mantra I keep repeating to myself as I push my legs as hard as they will go. Ignoring the burning in my lungs and the blood pouring down from the apex of my legs, I keep going. I can hear shouting behind me and heavy footsteps as they begin gaining on me.