Oblivion: Stories Novels & Stories

Olivine insisted on being the robot, but never spoke except in text messages, even as she rode shotgun and cracked seed shells with her teeth. Each time they came back, there would be new rumors, new threats, but never for long. They were, against all odds, invisible. The world spun a few degrees off its old axis, and somehow every chase, every latent terror, every excruciating what-if became, with time, a story told around the dinner table—stripped of its venom, finally made safe.

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

Two weeks went by. And yes I was still chasing Matt. Mr. Oblivious. We were at lunch hanging out this time freaking Tiffany joined us. Ughh. "By the way, did the story I tell you came true?" I asked him before eating my cookie. Well Cole's cookies. "I thought you were lying, but it was creepy being in there." Matt replied as we both chuckled. "Inside where?" Tiffany asked. "He went to a museum and it was haunted." I replied to her.

His unwavering gaze sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. "And of course," I continued, my voice dipping lower, more intimate, "this is only the third time we have arranged the Obsidian Suite." The mention of it sent a ripple of excitement through the room. The nervous woman at the front straightened, her eyes widening with interest. "The Obsidian Suite offers something... different." I traced my finger along the edge of the podium. "Book it, and our proprietary algorithm will match you with your perfect partner from within our network. You'll have no idea who they are until you meet them in the suite itself. The environment adapts to your combined preferences, creating something entirely

And the deep, divine power of her own bloodline. She gathered it all. Every memory, every story, every moment of pain and joy that had ever been or ever would be. She did not push back the darkness. She did not try to destroy it. She invited it in. She wrote a story of balance. A world where stories were told and, eventually, forgotten, but where the silence between them was not an enemy, but a rest. A necessary peace. She felt the Oblivion hesitate, then, slowly, allow itself to be woven into the narrative. It was not defeated. It was given a role to play.

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

The pain will cut away memories of old. Those were the words revealed on the parchment paper when the chalice exploded. The letters black red and burning before their eyes, and the chalice, despite the blast, sitting there undamaged and glinting from the sunlight pouring into their windows. Rose, Jericho, and Trick sat on the table for the rest of the day, wondering what the words meant. But they came up with nothing, and before they knew it, Jericho had announced his exhaustion and pulled Rose into their bedroom with him.

I don't know what these dishes are called but they are delicious. A few moments later, Mom and Dad were already talking about something, a business that they're planning to try in other countries... until their conversation changed to Lilibeth. "Frank, I thought Lilibeth was your girlfriend?" Dad asked in surprise. I immediately looked up to deny it. "She's not my girlfriend, Dad." I replied shortly. "That's good, then." My forehead furrowed at Mom's words. They saw that I was a little confused. "Oh, honey. Her father said Lilibeth is two months pregnant already. We thought you were the father because you see each other sometimes, right?"

You all might be wondering who those two are, they are my other two friends HARRY EVANS AND LARA ELLISON. AUTHOR'S NOTE What is the role these two people will play in this story?! DO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HONEST OPINION IN THE COMMENTS AND THANKS FOR READING

I wrote this down in my notepad . I quickly got up and turned my head hearing voices behind me . " Did you think you could run , I love to play hide and seek . Would you like to see what I do to them after finding them ? I punish them just like I'm about to do ." He spat out . Please leave me I'm begging you just kill me , death would be better than a life like this . " SHUT UP " He shouted . "Guys lock her up ." He said to his subordinate ." No, please leave me , don't do this , I'm begging you , leave me ! " I shouted with all my might but to blocked ears . I'll never be strong please leave me. I shouted as I exited the room . How I wish I could have amnesia. That way I would be able to e