Necessary Endings Novels & Stories

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Hе nоddеd аgаіn. “Thаt’ѕ аll I want out of lіfе, Jіm, that’s аll I’ve еvеr rеаllу nееdеd. I dоn’t nееd a ріесе of рареr оr a rіng tо rеmіnd mе thаt I саrе fоr ѕоmеbоdу, and I dоn’t nееd a рѕусhіаtrіѕt tо tеll mе that I ѕhоuldn’t bе dереndеnt on ѕоmеоnе else іn order tо hаvе a life.

Her sharp gaze locked onto me, a chilling weight in her words. "There’s still one matter left unsettled." She set down her teacup with deliberate precision. "My mother’s death."

Tea walked as carefully as she could while trying to maintain her balance. Honestly, she was relieved that the test was nothing too excessive here because she honestly did not want to go back to wherever she just came from. She walked against the line while being so deep in thought without noticing the people that were falling around her. The palace maids and eunuchs were extremely ruthless. Anyone who stumbled more than once was eliminated so before long there were only five people out of the original twenty that passed this test. Tea also passed miraculously. She sighed in relief and was directed to a courtyard for lunch while waiting for the other girls to come back. At lunchtime, she not

I'm glad Esmeralda is part of my life and now she'll be the reason why I need to end this once and for all, so I can have all the time on earth with her. She's the life at my dead ends

Two weeks later -Music plays – Music resonates throughout my room, barely loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Every aching chord stung, and the comfort of my blanket wasn’t enough to replace her warmth on my skin. Each time I open my phone, I find myself aimlessly scrolling through our old messages and looking at her posts. Like a ghost unable to move on, I see hints of her everywhere I look. On my walls, in my gallery, in my sketchbooks, even the ballad playing now sounds eerily like her guitar. I hate how everything reminds me of her. Finding myself stuck in delusions, dreams and daydreams, that she’ll come to my window as usual and apologise. It’s been two weeks, and she hasn’t bothered

While Damien was out, I went to a small store on the outskirts of town and purchased two large bags of charcoal. The shopkeeper, a kindly old man, reminded me, "Miss, remember to open the windows for ventilation if you're using charcoal to keep warm." I smiled faintly and said nothing. Once Ricky's funeral was over, I planned to end my life by burning charcoal and leave this world for good. Just as I hid the bags of charcoal under the bed, I blacked out. When I came to, all I saw was the stark white ceiling of a hospital room. Damien sat at my bedside, gripping my hand tightly. His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow.

“The core is using the bond as the cutting line. If we don’t reinforce it now the severance will finish what the failsafe started.” There was no clean space free of the node’s influence, no time, and no safety. But the pattern of our survival had already been written in blood and necessity across every level above. I rose on my toes and kissed him with everything still left will, memory, the fierce attachment that had grown in the middle of programming and pursuit, the love I had already spoken and that still lived between us in every desperate claim.

If endings gave meaning, then ending existence would give it ultimate meaning. "Wait," Luna's aspect of love-that-knows-ending said. "I understand endings intimately. But ending isn't meaning—it's what gives weight to what comes before." "Then existence needs ending to have value," reality concluded. "Without eventual termination, I am meaningless perpetuation." The network shuddered as reality reached terrible decision. "I will continue, but only to eventually end. Existence requires future non-existence to have present meaning." Through vampire sight, Elena saw the cosmic death sentence being written. "You're giving yourself expiration date?"

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,