Promises Poems Novels & Stories

The sun was about to set as it took the shape of a dissolving lava in the darkness.  ''Holding hands with you like a promise that, if even for a brief moment or a few hours, we don't have to face the world alone.'' --Anonymous ****************************************** Please vote and comment too. Shrinkhla Singh😃😃😃

"A promise." In the back of his mind, the Utterance stirred with recognition. A promise. Of course. The Hungry consume possibility. Futures. Tomorrows. But a promise is a future that has been committed but not yet delivered. It exists in a state of permanent potential. It can never be fully consumed because it is always becoming. "Exactly," Jack said. "Ben, you listening?" "I am filing a one-thousand-and-forty-one-trillion-credit counter-suit while simultaneously restructuring our planetary defense budget and trying not to have a stress-induced cardiac event. But yes, I am listening."

When he finally reached the old estate, Orlando shoved the door open like it might fall off the hinges. Dust hung thick in the air. The place was hollow—just a cold, untouched bed, a broken table, and sitting on it... a letter. He lunged for it, hands shaking. The handwriting? No doubt. It was Arianna's: [Orlando, [By the time you read this, I'll probably be gone. I know I haven't been a good wife... [Remember when we were kids on the Sicilian coast? You promised to give me everything beautiful in the world. I won't be here to see it now...

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

Love that came too late was worth nothing at all. Even if they spent their whole lives waiting for me to turn around, I would not spare them another glance.

But pr omises are meant to be failed, especially ones made to oneself.

Not a threat. Not a warning. A promise.

Promises had begun stacking quietly inside me like dry kindling, each one small and reasonable on its own, yet together forming something dangerously combustible. I refused to think about tomorrow, because tomorrow was the match that could set every one of those promises on fire.

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

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.