Promises Poem Novels & Stories

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

I scrolled through to the most up-to-date promises and suddenly came across ones that made me frown a little because I didn't understand all their contexts, to be honestly frank. I promise I will love you despite hating you. It said one of the papers without any signature and it seemed to me one of the most intense statements I had ever known. I promise that the damn invaders will pay dearly for stealing our territories and it will be a mixture of doom and blood that will only stop when they surrender. I promise that no matter what happens, I will kill her with my bare hands at the end of the day to make her pay for the sins of her parents.

Not as a burden. As an invitation. And somewhere beyond memory, beyond the dream, beyond all the cycles that had once defined reality— a promise lingered. Not written in a book. Not protected by Pillars. Not guarded by ancient systems. A simple promise carried by ordinary people every day. The promise that no matter how difficult today became— someone, somewhere, would choose tomorrow. And as Ama walked toward the city, toward her friends, toward another ordinary evening— she felt something she hadn't felt in countless lifetimes.

“I’ll be there, I promise.” ##########

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

You promised me! But the dead can't keep promises.

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?

The Foster Group's stock nosedived, plunging the century-old empire into its greatest crisis yet. Police scoured the city for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. Some whispered he had gone mad. Others claimed he was already dead. I tilted my head back toward the sky and whispered to my child, "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Mommy has avenged you." However, as I was about to board my flight out of Westbridge, a hand clamped around my wrist. The touch was both familiar and foreign. Dread coiled in my stomach.