Left Behind Novels & Stories

He put his arm around her and left the ward without sparing me a glance. Not long after that, I got a call. It was Teresa. The woman Joseph held. The best friend I thought I had for more than twenty years. "You should've stayed away, Selina. Shouldn't have come back. You can't take Joseph away from me. We're too in love." I said nothing. She continued, "Wake up. You lost your chance. You have nothing now! He hates gold diggers. You thought he was done for, didn't you? I bet you regret it now."

The note rested beneath the glass between them. If I com back and dont no Tell me I was here Louelita looked at those old pencil lines and answered the child once again in the privacy of her own ribs. Yes. You were. Ezra turned toward her then, and she saw all the terrible, impossible love that remained too fierce even now, after the rooms, the names, the children, the courts, the burned offices, the figured thresholds, and the dismantled lines. “She left you a weapon,” he said.

I held his hands and said, "I have something to tell you, Tyler." "Lucy, please don't stress yourself -" i cut him off saying, "The reason i was scared to confess was that because I'm scared of left behind." "Lucy..." "Please don't stop me, Tyler." I paused and continued, "The people who played the important part in my life left me behind. My mother, my father, my only best friend. Everyone left me behind." Tears began to roll down my cheeks. "But you, Tyler, you made me feel different. You made me feel like I was important and that I mattered. I'm scared that if i tell you how i feel, you'll just leave like everyone else."

Everyone in the room gasped, their faces filled with shock. "During her lifetime? Has she passed away?" someone whispered. "Wouldn't that make it a posthumous piece? Her work's value will skyrocket!" another murmured. Adrian didn't respond, his expression filled with sorrow. He slowly lifted the cloth from the painting, revealing the image. It was a man's back. In the fading light of dusk, his figure stretched long. One hand was stuffed in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette. As everyone marveled at R+'s skill, Jennifer noticed William's unusual stillness beside her.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

Left my mark in her flesh. There’s no going back now. I’m just not sure I know how to go forward.

Leaving me to huddle over the empty shell he left behind. ***

His dreams were fractured voices he couldn’t hear clearly, a door closing somewhere far away, footsteps retreating instead of approaching. He woke with a strange certainty lodged in his chest. They hadn’t been abandoned. They had been left behind. And whatever Melissa was doing now It wasn’t to escape. It was to return when no one was ready.

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o