Station Eleven Novels & Stories

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

"Seriously, open your eyes! She knew the commander had a fiancee, and still wouldn't back off! What kind of person does that?" "Insulting a fallen soldier? That's so vicious!" Mr. Sanders's expression was icy. "Celia Smith. For insulting a fallen soldier and causing chaos at the military base, I am exercising my authority as station chief to expel you. As long as I'm here, people like you will never be welcome at this station." Mrs. Hall wiped her tears. "You're not welcome in the neighborhood." Hearing the same people and even leaders who used to coddle her now speaking with such contempt, Celia tried to defend herself, but she couldn't come up with anything to say.

They had traversed the crowds in their exploration of Main until they had almost finished their coffee. Slowly but surely, the crowds started to thin as everyone wrapped up the last of that day's Christmas errands. Tony looked down at his phone and saw it was almost a quarter past eleven. It was the Eleventh hour! He remembered he had seen a twenty-four hour CVS a little ways back, and there was a Walmart close by. They'd check out both so they would have options.

Eleven said. "What do you mean?" “Forget it, if you're not really hungry, can I take your share? I'm starving and to survive here I need energy” "Survive here? What does it mean? Are you going to stay here, like the people my father paid to keep me company?” "Yes" "I don't need someone like you! Get out of here!” "Yes, that's what I want too" Eleven said and came out of Nathan's room, he returned to the dining table and saw Eva still crying beside her husband.

Faulty programming. Punishable. Memory surged without warning. White lights. Cold air. Her small body strapped too tightly to a table that swallowed her whole. A faint hum building higher and higher until it felt like her skull would crack open from the inside. Voices—multiple, overlapping, calm in a way that made her want to scream. Subject Eleven, respond. Her nails bit into stone. Her breath hitched into rapid, shallow pulls. Ronan didn’t touch her. Instead, he shifted position deliberately, making sure she could hear him moving. Hear that he was still there.

I took my phone and tried to make a call, but someone grabbed and broke it. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

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Elizabeth sat in the dimly lit living room, her face streaked with tears, while Elvie and Jasmine, her daughters, huddled nearby, their eyes swollen from crying. Amidst their mourning, Elizabeth's mobile phone rang, its cheerful tone contrasting sharply with the somber atmosphere. She wiped away her tears and answered, her voice heavy with sorrow. "Hello?" It was one of the servants who had grown close to the family over the years. She hesitated for a moment, knowing the fragile emotional state they were all in. "Mrs. Elizabeth, I'm so sorry to bother you at this time, but I heard something you should know." Elizabeth, her nerves on edge, responded anxiously, "What is it? What could possibly

The man didn't even raise his head to look at Zara as she ramble, he is facing his son's retreating back in shock. He gave Mika'il's back an incredulous look, his mouth slackened to the ground. His posture suddenly stiffened from the lagged one he featured, muscles tensing. There is this heavy feeling in his stomach, tightening it to the point of pain. Something terrible is going to happen, and without a doubt destroy so many lives.

Otherwise, I'll make sure you suffer for it! Ryan trembled all over. He tugged at Lydia's sleeve, his voice tearful. "Lydia, what do we do? What do we do..." Lydia covered her rapidly swelling cheek, but she seemed unable to feel pain. She only murmured to herself. "Impossible... How could he be..." Chairman Wallace pulled the surveillance footage the moment he returned. When he saw how arrogantly Ryan had snatched the contract, then taken out a lighter and burned it, and how Lydia had watched coldly throughout and even defended him afterward,