Rekindled Home Novels & Stories

The family, though scarred and separated by time, was finding its way back to each other. As the room fell into a reflective silence, the magnitude of their reunion settled in. Rajeev’s heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and determination. They had been given a second chance, and he vowed not to let it slip away. With his mother and newfound sister by his side, he felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

I see Koi hiding beneath floating leaves that sprout small purple flowers. Wow, this place is straight out of a dream. The front door is three times the size of ours at home and made of black frosted glass. Before we can knock, it swings open, and we’re met by Big Ricky. “This way,” he says without bothering to greet us. I don’t hear music or anything related to a party, and a frown starts to form on my forehead. Something’s not right. We’re led past an open-plan living room with a sunken lounge where the furniture consists of black couches and a light-colored wooden coffee table. There’s a massive flat-screen TV mounted against the wall.

I yell out, even though I don’t believe that the driver can hear me. I press the gas and the car jerks forward. After half an hour, I find myself home already, driving into the compound. When Linda was here, I used to look forward to coming home after work, but now it is just the same as when she was not in my life. Linda Wells is a beautiful person that causes my heart to leap out of joy anytime I see her. She came into my life so randomly, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing. It might sound a bit dramatic but she actually brought healing into my life. I was lonely and down a purposeless path, but the moment she was brought into my life, I was on my toes; I was excited again about life.

A thickly accented voice queries. Charlie furrows her brows, she glances at Bulky who stares at her intently, "Er... What? Excuse me?" The voice at the other end of the phone sighs noisily before replying, "I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Tristan Denvard and my... patient is currently in Steinfield, precisely around your block. I've called up to 24 houses looking for my client. You're the 25th house and 25 is my lucky number, I hope." He mutters the last part.

as, ignem ad terram, amorem erga plebem meam, haec corda amissa reconnect. Ostende mihi viam meam ad patriam meam redire ubi ego sum. Warm your hands like you did with the seeds and place them on the door for five minutes. At this point if everything has been done right the pictures ignite in flames. Don't worry it won't hurt the pictures. Once that happens. You must immediately form a cocoon around the doorknob only then destroy it. My dear then you say roses to veins. Veins to roses. Say this six times then with a shout say Take me home to Grandmother Myst and the door will open. Yes this seems silly. But this simple way is the purest way to get back home. YES VIOLET there are many other

My expression changes when I realized he is really not kidding around just to tease me “I don't mind being used as a rebound,” he grins, “And since he cheated on you, why won't you give him a taste of his own medicine?” “I— I can't do that,” I stated. I can't just use someone even if they insist. “It's up to you. But if you change your mind, you can give me a call.” he utters and gave me a card with his details and phone number I hesitated, but it feels like my hands have a mind of its own. All I know is his card is already in my hand.

We had not just survived our story. *** The homecoming was not a fanfare, but a quiet, profound reintegration. Arthur moved back into the house, and the silence that had been so oppressive was now filled with the comfortable, familiar sounds of our life together—the rustle of his newspaper, the clink of his coffee cup, the soft hum of his presence in the next room. The peace felt deeper now, hard-won and infinitely more precious.

“Then let’s make sure they remember it.” Elias and I sat in that room long after the light had faded from the windows. We didn’t need candles, the place itself seemed to shine now, from within. The house had been warmed, kept whole by the enchantments we’d buried in its bones, woven into walls and into stones, and into ourselves. It had been a place before, but now it was more. It was home. It was life. And even after we’d made lists and packed and double-checked, the Emberbound that we’d helped build would still need tending, especially with not everyone of us going back to Obscura.

That old and tended and cared-for is not the same as broken. That you can begin again and call it home.