Station Eleven Novels & Stories

At times, while Facetiming, Leanna would suddenly say, "You've gotten thinner again, Gwyn." "That can't be. I'm eating my weight in food." "But you've really lost weight. Even Gram said…" She then trailed off and didn't complete her sentence. Gwyneth didn't ask her to finish it either. She knew what Leanna was trying to tell her, but she just wasn't interested in what Graham had to say. December arrived in the blink of an eye, and Lanton had its first snowfall of the season. Gwyneth snapped a photo of the snow and posted it on her Instagram, captioning it, "First snow."

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.

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,

“Why do I feel so different with this one picture?” “That is part of where we are really from.” He said. “That is the closest one I have seen, though. I have been looking for one that narrows it down.” “Mr. Bridger, I really don’t understand any of this,” Kristen said, and then she felt his hand on her shoulder. Somehow as she was staring at the photo, he had moved, and she didn’t know it. She normally always knew where someone was around her. “Listen.” He said, “In the beginning, we know there were things that were being built. The planets, the stars, and life.”

And for a second, I don’t fight it. The kitchen feels too bright. Too normal. Like the world didn’t shift last night. Like nothing happened. I move slowly, making coffee, grabbing something small to eat, trying to convince my body that this is just another morning. It’s not. Nothing is normal anymore. The TV is already on. Muted. News channel. I don’t think about it when I reach for the remote. I just unmute it. And everything stops. “Late last night, a fire broke out at an industrial warehouse located near Pier Twelve.”