Lost Horizon Novel Novels & Stories

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

I hadn't anticipated seeing Ethan on my way out. Luckily, the window was only open a crack. I slammed it shut—sealing the past away with a single motion. My screen flashed: Ethan Black. I stared, then pressed ignore. Since they’d confiscate all devices on landing anyway, I cracked the window and let the phone slip from my hand, vanishing into the roadside grass. No trace. No tether. No return. The plane lifted through the twilight, and Manhattan dissolved into a blanket of starlight.

Lydia slammed the door. She slid down the wood until she was sitting on the floor, pulling Hayes into her lap. He was sobbing now, a panicked sound that filled the foyer. She was in a fortress with no walls. A queen with no kingdom. She gripped Noah's black notebook—her only map for a world that had gone dark. Lydia walked to the window and looked out at the long, winding driveway. The sun was setting, casting skeletal shadows across the lawn. She expected to see the isolation Jessica had promised.

“If that’s the case, I am happy for you. I really like the new you. My worries lessened.” I didn’t know if I should believe him. That was why I just ignored everything he said. I moved away from the stairway and entered the trees. Confusion wrote on Mike’s face as he followed me. He didn’t ask me questions any longer, which I liked. I followed the small path between the trees, careful not to slip. It took us a while before we reached the small clearing. It was just an unoccupied space beside a cliff where I could see the city. I looked at the world below while Mike remained standing near me. He was also looking at where I was looking. Everything seemed dead because of the heavy rain.

Mom…" I picked up the documents from the floor and left to settle the matter of closing Sophia's bank account. By the time I came out of the building, Caleb was still kneeling in the same spot, unmoving. It began raining heavily just then. I quickly fetched a cab and left the place. In the morning the next day, I arrived right on time outside the courthouse. However, Caleb was not there. He did not show up even after quite some time had passed. I took out my phone and called him, yet he did not pick up the phone. I decided to look for Caleb. Eventually, I found him in front of Sophia's grave. He was completely wasted, holding onto the gravestone while bawling his eyes out and mumbling incohe

The night was cool, the moon a sharp sliver cutting through the clouds, a mockery of the Moon-Star name. "You going through with it?" Jason’s voice was flat, devoid of its usual heat. It was worse, somehow. Resignation. Ashton stared out at the dark expanse of the territory, the woods where Novah had vanished. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl (real or imagined), was a fresh twist of the knife. "What choice do I have, Jason?" The question wasn’t directed at his friend, but at the uncaring night. "Months. Nothing. Not a whisper. Smith’s hacker lead went cold. Bracken’s trackers found dust. The river…" He swallowed hard, the image of Novah swept away by a raging current, cold and alon

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

Whatever happened to him, or whatever happened around him, he would always look calm, almost expressionless. Maybe only his mother can reach Althan to his true self, who is buried deep inside there. Althan suddenly remembered what happened this afternoon, when Evie approached him to give him a wish list. There was some kind of unpleasant coincidence between them, Evie lost her father while she lost her mother. However, Althan knew it must be the same, what he felt was what Evie felt. He ever read a question what is heavier? Abandoned or left? In his heart he replied, it must be harder to leave. Especially when it comes to death. People often say that the dead can watch their family from heav

I'm out' she utters and instantly I push open the book with her hand and mine. Her scream stops when a beam of light flashes from the open book almost taking our sight away. A harsh pull of gravity is felt by our feet. Jessica grabs my left hand that was around her and squeezes it tight. We could see nothing as our eyes were shut tight due to the force. In a few seconds we felt normal. 'Is it over? Shall I open my eyes' she nudged me questioning. A few chirping hit my ears and a pleasent breeze brushed through us.