Rekindled Home Novels & Stories

This was everything. This feeling. This connection. This love. I'd almost lost it forever. Almost accepted being empty permanently. But I'd fought back. Piece by piece. Spark by spark. Built the fire back up until I could feel again. It wasn't perfect. Some days were still hard. Some days the emptiness returned and I had to struggle through. But more days were good now. More days I felt human. "Let's go home," I said finally. "Yeah," Adam agreed, kissing my temple. "Let's go home."

Inscribed on the back: "Time always brings you home." "No matter how long you're gone," Reaper said. Voice thick. "You can always come back. Always. Home is here. Waiting. Forever." I gave Phoenix photo album. Pictures from his entire life. Baby Phoenix. Toddler Phoenix. Child Phoenix. Teen Phoenix. All of it. All of us. All the moments. "So you remember," I said. "Remember where you came from. Who loved you. What home looks like. When training is hard. When you're lonely. When you wonder if you made right choice. Look at these. Remember you have family. Have love. Have home waiting."

This is the normal I've been searching for all these years. I'm finally with my own kind, loved beyond measure. Home. **** END

"I think these should stay with you, Master Jeevika." "Amitabha, but they only gained new life because of you," Jeevika replied, putting his palms together and shaking his head. "It seemed destined to come to you as well, so why not take them home and take care of them? They could live a few more days that way." Reiki was the primeval energy of all things. As Jeevika infused his Reiki into the withered flowers, they came back to life.

The dead zone was coming back to life. And we were going home.

When Kendall hesitated to leave Amanda’s side, when James stared a little too long at the headlines that still appeared on the news. The world outside hadn’t forgotten, but inside the walls of their home, they were learning to breathe again. Amanda found herself clinging to the ordinary moments—the sound of Kendall’s laughter when James made pancakes, the way the morning light fell across the kitchen floor. After everything, these simple things felt sacred. They were building something small but real, and it gave her hope.

Even if she lived far away. Kathy busied herself with a coffee pot, the cancer had robbed a lot of things from her, her taste being one of them, she no longer drunk coffee for that sweet burnt caramel flavour she so often craved, but for the calming ritual. She placed a cup down on the table for her and got one down for Holly and poured her a drink too. She walked over to where her daughter rested on the couch and gently shook her by the shoulder until she woke.

“It's fine, I understand.” “Thank you. Goodbye, love you.” “Love you, too.” I hang up the phone. I look at the box sitting in front of me with a balloon attached to it. Inside is a house model. It symbolizes how we will need a home to raise our baby. It’s nothing special, but I feel it’s a nice way to say I’m pregnant. I pick up the remote to unmute the TV when my phone rings again. I quickly answer without checking the caller ID. Beau must be calling back to say he’s on his way home.

I left with tears sliding down my eyes I passed on the structure everything I could ever hope for to turn into a major individual and help my mother out of wretchedness life. This how I ended returning back to Ethan That’s only spot I call home where I can act naturally without being afraid of anyone I can hardly hold on to see Ethan? ~~~~~~~~~ On arriving at the main spot I called home I was stunned to see that everywhere were looking like where arm looter showed up. I surmise Ethan hadn't tidied up the compound, with face full of grin I can’t wait to see Ethan. “I'm home Ethan” I tone my voice sincerely from outside hoping to hear him thunder My name like he typically does however I didn't