The Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Not commanding. Just— observing. “…coexistence… accepted.” My breath catches. “…we did it,” I whisper. “…yeah.” “…we actually—” The screen flickers again. One last time. And a second line appears beneath it. Smaller. Quieter. But infinitely more terrifying. “…learning continues.” Silence falls. Heavy. Uncertain. Because this— this isn’t an ending. It’s a beginning. And somewhere— deep within whatever it has become—

Chosen. THE END ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Ava looked up through her tears, her heart pounding against her ribs as fear consumed her. The End finally delivered its answer, and it shocked everyone. TO REST. Absolute silence fell over the cosmos. The End wasn't hungry. It wasn't angry. It wasn't seeking conquest, destruction, or vengeance. It was just tired. The oldest thing in existence, the final punctuation mark of reality, simply wanted peace. The realization shook Ava to her core, and in that moment, she understood something even more terrifying. The End wasn't destroying civilizations because it hated them. The End appeared because something—someone—kept preventing reality from ending naturally.

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.

And that was the most fucked up thing of all. --- THE END Or maybe just the beginning. Because addiction doesn't end. It just keeps burning. And we were both already ash.

"I've been thinking about opening up an Internet café…" THE END

It commented and a tab appears on the mind space. Mind space is the place where I first came here, a white endless room with only this black and ball-shaped system, and my presence exists. "Selected item: Selene's information. Total points: 500 Continue to redeem? Yes or No?" I take a deep breath before choosing the word yes. The points are meant to use anyway. Pity me, assuring and comforting myself. I didn't have to wait any longer as my mind was filled with a lot of information from the system.

(little sister) "What?" Both Martina and I muttered at the same time and that was everything start falling into place but still felt like an end without a beginning.

He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head. He continued, "Give me one more chance, won't you? I want to marry you with everything I am and everything I have." I leaned back into the warmth of his embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the salty sea breeze that drifted through the window. The pain of the past was like a deep scar in my soul. It would never disappear, but it could be soothed by tenderness. My life had descended into hell because of Damien, and now, it seemed, it would find its redemption through him, too.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]