Novel The Sense Of An Ending Novels & Stories

I read novels like this and I still can't help but feel amuse and even fascinated by it. "You're like that so-called system from the novels." It reminds me of those cheat systems that the character has in the novels I read. "Ehem! Now, tell me what are you and what's happening?" It circles me and starts explaining its existence. "I'm an intelligent entity bestowed especially for you and we're bound together throughout this mission. Before you di--, I mean, before your world successfully crumbled, the Order of the Cosmos detects your unusual presence and determination to change your ending and so, we asked you for your willingness to do anything to change your fate.

I saw Lane nearing and it was the best view I could have before my eyes gave up. I closed my eyes confidently. I knew Lane was there. I knew I'd be safe from harm. I knew he'd save me. It didn't fathom in me if I died or survived. I was just content with the thought that he was there. And he was the last person I saw. Cold air passed through my nostrils like I haven't breathed in a very long time. Then the scent of medicine and chemicals went in next. I coughed lightly as my eyelids slowly opened. I felt an warm hand caressed my palm as I blinked a couple times to clear my vision.

I felt sorry for their parents. While waiting for Carlo’s return, I also resume my writing to kill the waiting hours. The ending of my novel was only a few pages close. I just couldn’t decide how to slay it. I notice that the ending playing on my thoughts is too cliche. This is not right. It must be unique. I could cliffhang my readers or just give them an open ending, which could lead to a sequel in case it clicks to the majority. Sunlight was already peeking through the window. I stretched out my arms. I got up from my seat and opened the panes to let the wind in.

Whether it was a verdict, or a number, or a moment of return, or a disbursement, or a letter to a dead woman, or a conversation with a stranger on an August afternoon about a cleaning company with four clients. I thought it was probably all of those things and none of them individually. That endings, like beginnings, were less a single moment than a gradual accumulation, a series of ordinary things that together added up to something that could, looked at from a certain distance, be recognized as a shape. The shape of this story was not one I had chosen. It had been chosen for me, in a senator's office, in a conspiracy I had not been party to, in a network of harm and corruption and self int

Well,I'll be waiting for her. It really feels like the end is near,you know the beginning of a new beautiful world. Me,Mark and our baby. I guess even the longest journey still and must have a end. What is beautiful about novels,it's always the ending, it doesn't matter if its a tragic ending or beautiful ending but the fact that we continued till the end. Though I always prefer happy endings.

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A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

Forever. End of book 36

Inside, Caelen’s hand rests on her shoulder, warm and heavy and real. The notebook is open to the last page she wrote—the one where she left him standing at the edge of the crater, no ending in sight. On the paper, new words are appearing, written in ink that looks like it has been there all along: She had thought villains were born. She did not know they were made—made of love and loss and words we are too afraid to say out loud. Now she has to choose: write a new ending, or let both worlds burn with the one she left unfinished.