Nunca Mueren Los Deseos Novels & Stories

Am I a music and movie watcher on the plan I don't even know yet? I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die alone, I don't want to become a memory with no chance of being remembered by anyone. I don't want to die without finding love yet, without finding out what it would feel like to love so hopelessly, to feel like you can give your life for someone, an unselfish kind of love where their is nobody being used for another person's gain. I guess I'll never experience that because my life is about to be cut short by the gallows.

Thousands of them. A child laughing. A mother crying. A lonely old man staring at the stars. A girl planting a silver tree. Every face lasted only a heartbeat before becoming another. Ama could not look away. “What is it?” The Last Dreamer did not answer. His eyes remained fixed on the impossible shape behind him. The First Dreamer answered instead. It's a wish. Silence. Naomi frowned. “A wish?” The voice from the river grew quieter. Older somehow. A wish that was never allowed to end.

"Still screaming. Still claiming we’re the villain." "Let them." I leaned back, watching the sunset pour golden light over New City. "They can scream until their lungs collapse. But their people have already made their choice." Because at the end of the day, even the most skilled liar cannot sweeten empty plates. Even the sharpest sword cannot cage a man’s dream. And no matter how far the road stretches, the desperate will walk it. To find Aeternum. To find peace. To find hope. And that… is how nations quietly crumble. One footstep at a time.

Or was this some sort of ritual before I got killed? I stared at the vast land around. The memories of my parents began flooding my brain. My elder brothers, my cats, I missed them but they were all gone. The only person I had left was Samia. I was the only person she had too. Whatever happens, I have to find a way to escape this civilization. If we don't then I vow to burn their existence to ashes. They already took a lot from us, from me! Someone has to give them the taste of their medicine and I was going to be the one!

One asks, leaning his arms against the icy metal. “It’s not that I want to die.” I hiccup, tears falling from my lashes and freezing against my cheeks. “It’s just that I don’t want to live if this is all life has to offer… and I’m afraid that this is truly all there is for me. I have no reason to believe otherwise.” I shake my head forlornly, “they say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. So I would be crazy to think I can keep meeting the sun each morning without inviting more heartache… wouldn’t I?”

Hopeless? Only a few seconds later, Nathan's enthusiasm was completely eroded. The smile on the man's lips suddenly appeared. No, despair was never in his dictionary. Either before, or today. He should remember that. In an instant, Nathan's enthusiasm burned again. Erick's rejection and insults should not have made him give up there. Because see? There's always a way to Rome, isn't there? New ways always grow behind the death of old ones. There is always a way out that can be made, behind a dead end.

Instead, I crawled to my straw bed near the grimy iron bars, burying my head in my makeshift pillow, unable to halt the flow of tears. The memory of the burning envelope haunted me, a cruel reminder of my lost opportunity to discover the truth about my parents, my past slipping away like smoke. "Aurora, are you alright?" a familiar voice inquired, accompanied by a comforting hand on my back. I brushed off the hand, not bothering to see who it belonged to, and squeezed my eyes shut. *** A lash of a whip struck my back, jolting me awake. The pain coursed through me, and I groaned, struggling to open my eyes. My dream had been of a twin. He looked like me, chestnut brown hair and all.

What was the point of living, when the only reason I endured… had been taken from me? I looked up at the sky. Then down at the ocean. I stood. Slowly. With no hesitation. No fear. “Jessica… I’ll come to you. In this cold and endless sea… don’t be afraid. Don’t be sad. I won’t leave you. I’m sorry I was late. Sorry I didn’t reach you.” “I love you, Jessica… so much. So much it kills me every second to accept you’re my sister. But even if loving you is wrong, let me die with you. Let me be with you.”

He said gently. "I, too, don't want to die. I have too much to live for. We will be grandparents soon," he told her, and everyone was laughing. "We will be your shadows on the battlefield," Uncle Caleb said, starting the promise of the generation to the next. "We will be your shield to protect you," Uncle Kirk said. "We will be your tools to wield," Uncle Mike continued. "We will be your wisdom," My mother added. "And we will add to your strength," My father added, and there was a promise in their tones that made me know they were ready to die in our stead if it went south.

"I don't want all of this. I just want to go back in the village. I miss the farm, I miss the river, I miss my mom and dad. I miss everything. I even miss Maddy the ugly" Mira chuckled a little. They used to call the old lady 'Maddy the ugly'. Me too. I also wish everything you said, Serra wanted to say but she can't speak the words out. She's done wishing. She's tired of wishing things that will never happen. She's only torturing herself if she cling to the hope that someday everything would be okay. It will never be okay. Never. As long as death walks in the shadow. "We have each other now" she said, looking at her friend. "And that's more important. We can't turn back time and change our