Poema Distancia Novels & Stories

she said. “Yes,” he said. “The piece is called something,” she said. “It wasn’t in the package.” He looked at the score. “I hadn’t decided,” he said. “What were you thinking?” she said. He was quiet. “Interval,” he said. “The mathematical term. The distance between two notes.” “Or two people,” she said. He looked at her. “Yes,” he said. “Or two people.” Chapter 3: The Distance Closes She came back the next day.

"When are you starting your plan against Henry?" "I was planning to do it after the wedding, but if you want to, I can get it rolling right away." "Alright. Let's do it. I can't wait any longer." Whitney clenched her hands. "Henry made Summer lose her arm, and bankrupted my family, causing my parents to die horrible deaths. I won't let him get away with this!" Lucas frowned and held her hands, saying solemnly, "You're always talking about things that never happened in reality. Are you trying to say that you came from another universe?"

"What is wrong with you?" Edith stepped in front of Helene. "You're a terrible mom! I hate you!" Unperturbed, I grabbed a wine glass and took the stage. "Thank you all for coming. I regret to inform you that Mr. Grayson and I are divorcing. This house is mine, not his, but I'll host another event to make amends. Please understand." I downed the wine in one gulp. The guests, savvy businesspeople, made quick excuses and left.

"If connection is stronger than separation..." Its voice echoed across the silent city. "...then cross." Ama reached forward. Her fingers strained toward Harbor's. So close. Yet impossibly far. The invisible distance between them continued to widen. Not in space. In meaning. The silhouette lowered its hand. Then revealed the truth that made even Harbor's calm expression falter. "I am not your enemy." A pause. "I am the question every connection must answer." The wind stopped again. The barrier glowed faintly. And for the first time since entering this new world... Ama wondered if love alone could bridge every distance.

Present Noah I can't tell if I'm nervous. I'm hardly ever nervous, so I really don't know what it truly feels like. But right now, I think what I'm feeling could pass for nervousness. Tate is short, just a little above 5 feet tall, and I'm 6'3", which is a significant height difference between us. So, explain to me how she's managing to glare down at me like she's not the one who's closer to the ground.

Then he left the place where he was sitting. Hyomi threw herself back onto the mattress. Her heart began to weaken. Her body and soul were still immersed in Jun's poetry. I don't know, poetry or perhaps her heart. "Destiny? No... That's not going to happen. This is all just a coincidence." Hyomi emphasized to herself, not wanting any more feelings to lodge in her heart. And began to close her eyes. Hoping for a better tomorrow, even though she was having trouble sleeping. Hyomi opened her eyes again. Her eyes stared at the tent ceilings as her heart pumped excessively.

The Distance Between Worlds is a free bonus novella and prequel to The Moon’s Choice. Alice believes she understands her life. Work, familiar streets, ordinary routines — everything has its place. Until reality begins to slip. Her reflection moves when she does not. A silver line opens onto a landscape she has never seen. And one night, Alice finds herself beside an impossible lake beneath unfamiliar stars. There, she sees a dragon. And a man who looks at her as though he already knows exactly who she is. Alice does not know his name. She does not know why silver magic responds to her touch, why the boundary between worlds seems to recognize her, or why this stranger speaks to her with

My dearest love, For what good is a man without a muse? You are all that I breathe. All that I yearn for. What ignites my very being. I’m writing this for whenever you miss me. Be it that I’m at a distance you deem too far, or not nearly close enough that you breathe the air I breathe.

“It is not so much as Tete telling me he is hungry, than my knowing he is hungry.” “Do you share feelings? Is that how you commune with one another?” “That is part of it. It is like a room where we both reside and are able to look through the other and find ourselves.” Poe could make nothing out of that answer, so he tried another approach. “As the link between you and I grows stronger, it will us allows us to know a little of the other’s feeling, to trace the proximity of the other and in which direction they lie—even at a distance—and to know if they use power. Is it similar to that?”

Bare walls, just a bed, a basin for water, flames leaping in the hearth. Here, closeness isn’t something snatched in quiet moments - it settles like dust after a long journey. One glance, then another, and the act begins to fade. Roads stretch ahead, just us inside this car, no audience left. Distance strips things down, layer by layer, until there’s nothing to hide behind.