Something Ends Something Begins Novels & Stories

All of it beginning. Still always beginning.

Thinking about what it means that I finally, finally know she's right. And thinking about whether knowing it is the beginning of something. Or just the end.

Not the clean ending of something. Just, movement. The right direction. Finally. Undeniably. The right direction.

I have finally got my peaceful and happy ending or should I say that it's the beginning! The End!

Put the pen down gently. And I wrote: We began with paper. We ended with something real. Still. Always. Ours. ⸻ THE END ⸻

Forever. The End.

Or void beings who never quite give up on their grilled cheese metaphors. This wasn't an ending. It was a beginning. A beginning of infinite possibilities. A beginning of supernatural evolution. A beginning of becoming more – together. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Everything ended. Or everything began. Democratically. Together. One way or another. Tomorrow would tell.

I repeated, a bit louder than before. " Oh, honey should we send another?" " If you can. Thank you" " You're welcome baby. Your father wants to speak to you" " Okay" A few seconds go by and I hear some ruffling and movement taking place on the other end of the line before I heard my mom's voice in a distance like she'd held the phone far from her ear, telling my dad that I was on the line. More seconds of adjustments and then it all went silent. " My baby?"