Nothing Left For Us Novels & Stories

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Never again could he run with her through a sunset-lit street. Behind him, the young man's confused voice floated over. "Hey, who was that guy? The way he was looking at you... I'm getting jealous." She replied, "No idea. He was just asking for directions." No idea. Good. That was good. At least this way, no one would laugh at her because of his disability. The wind blew, carrying a hint of moisture. And in Grayson's ear, a voice from a distant memory played out, 'Grayson? He's my boyfriend. And someday, he's going to be my husband. We're going to be together forever. Always.' The wind died down. And just like that, the voice faded away. The End.

How much did my wife once love me? The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her. She proposed three times. The first time, I said no. The second time, I said no again. It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone. She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation. In the end, she won me over. On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box. Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows. I gave them a name. Second Chances. Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we

he said. “Tomorrow they have fewer choices than today.” I closed my eyes. The first life had ended with champagne and silence. This one was ending with records, statements, and the slow removal of every escape route they had left. I was still here. They were running out of room.

Except the future that's waiting. Except the peace we've found. Except the love we've earned. Except the life we deserve. Except the home we've made.

The mechanical zip-zip-zip of the plastic teeth catching was the only sound in the room, a sharp, clinical punctuation to the end of their curated lives. "Sophie, Sienna, Stacy," Silas said, his voice dropping into the deep, final silence of the canyon. "The signal is dead. The show is canceled. Now, we find out what’s left of you when there’s no one left to watch." He moved forward, and the shadows of the library swallowed the last of the plastic dynasty, leaving only the sound of the wind through the broken glass to tell the story.

When the deep freeze hit, my parents took my younger sister, Jayla Wilson, and all our supplies to a shelter, leaving me with nothing but my mentally unstable uncle. "There are only three spots for our family on the evacuation list. Jayla is still young. She has to come with us." Mom shoved the last ration bar into Jayla's pocket before pointing at the man chained up in the corner. "You can stay here with this useless burden and wait for the next rescue team." I looked at the man shivering in the corner. He was my Uncle Xavier, once a genius in physics. A physics experiment had cost him one hand and driven him mad. From then on, he had become the family disgrace. "Mom, are you sure?" I

For eight years, I'd managed the career of my boyfriend, Aiden White, a famous celebrity. I was also a partner at Veyra Media and the one pulling the strings behind his career. But on our anniversary trip, Aiden and one of the company's top influencers left me behind at a hotel near a volcano. They drove for forty minutes before they even realized I wasn't with them. When Aiden finally answered my call, he sounded more annoyed than concerned. "Scarlett, why didn't you get in the car? We need to hike to the crater by five, or we'll miss the blue flames! We're already almost there. I can't turn around and drive all the way back for you!" "Scarlett can find a ride and meet us here," Karina said

Three years after remarrying her childhood sweetheart, Greg Gilliam, Kathleen Whelan attends a casual alumni get-together. There, she overhears a secret about her husband. Rita Elway, once the prettiest woman on campus, has clearly had too much to drink. When someone asks about the wildest thing she's ever done, she swirls her glass. Her eyes are glassy, and there's a taunting edge to her voice. "Being Greg's other woman, obviously! And his wife is so stupid, she actually thinks we broke things off. I had his baby, I live in his mansion, drive one of his prized supercars, spend his money, and even have his family's staff waiting on me!" The room goes dead silent. Every eye turns to Kath

The emotions flooded him with overwhelming loneness when he noticed the car leaving and distant shouts running towards him. He could only see the last four numbers, 2321, amid gust and people running around him. His eyes drowsed themselves and his breath fleet away slowly as he heard people rustling around him. His limbs lay spread, with no strength to lift them or cry for help. He let a long sigh, which mixed with his remaining air inside his chest. He felt his lungs clenching with every breath and as if someone was draining his remaining life, which he doubted whether there was any. Eyes closed, they before he commanded them to, with no sense of his surrounding and apparently nothing.