The Edge Of Never Novels & Stories

Camila Sáez I looked at my cell phone every moment, waiting alertly if a message from Leonardo arrived, that man had gotten into my head in an amazing way that I never imagined could happen, and that is that from a moment we went from being complete strangers to knowing each other more than our own families.

, she pointed towards the dead girl's face, and a certain chill fell over me. Maybe I had not considered her (Edwina, the dead girl) a human being all these while. I mean, I knew she was human, but I probably hadn't actually registered it in my mind that she was flesh and blood like I was, that she probably had dreams like I did, that she probably enjoyed having burger and cheese in the morning, and loved going on vacations, that she probably enjoyed having sex as much as I did, and must've loved someone, anyone at all, before she was killed. I had not considered all that, and even the fact that the people she left behind; her family, her friends, that they would be in absolute agony knowing

I stumbled forward until I broke through a tangle of undergrowth and found myself in a clearing. The Old Grove. A single massive tree rose at the center. Its bark was blackened with age, knotted and gnarled, as if time itself had bent it. Thick roots twisted through the earth like frozen serpents. From a long split in the trunk, black sap oozed slowly, glistening like oil. I didn’t know what made me reach for it. But I did. "Don’t." The voice stopped me cold. I turned. Eirwen stood at the edge of the grove, her robes trailing behind her like frost patterns on glass.

QUEENETH’S POV Between What Was and What Comes I stand at the edge of pack lands at dawn. Not exiled. Not crowned. Something in between, a space with no proper name. The grass here grows uneven, trampled by too many turning points. One step behind me is home. One step ahead is everything that does not belong to anyone yet.

Reporters swarmed outside, cameras flashing like strobe lights on a battlefield. "That's her! She poisoned Hannah's baby!" "Oh my God, that's cruel… How can adult grudges fall on a child?" "Bitch, go die already!" Shouts and curses swallowed me whole. Then Theo looked at the angry crowd and something twisted in his mind. He didn't take me inside. Instead, he turned sharply and dragged me to the gallery where I'd been preparing my sculpture exhibition for months. The hall was nearly ready. At the center, on the most prominent pedestal, stood the piece I had poured my soul into: a hollow human figure.

She breathed. She wanted to get better, to live... or maybe she was after Damien's money? Nothing made sense. My temples throbbed. A chill crept over my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio went dead quiet. The live comments blew up with warnings: [Sadie! Enya noticed you!] [Run, run! Doesn't matter what she is—just get out!] [Oh shit! Too late! Enya's opening the door! Sadie, turn around!]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 The square did not explode; it dissolved. What Maya had mistaken for the inert remains of a defeated army; the drift of salt-white ash suddenly betrayed its true nature. It was no longer debris. It was a billion microscopic shards of obsidian glass, animated by a singular, hungry intelligence. It didn't strike with the clumsy weight of the earlier models; it moved with the capillary action of a spilled ink, wicking into the fibers of their wool cloaks and seeking the porous vulnerability of human skin.

Before I could ask why, he claimed he needed the bathroom and disappeared. When someone liked another person, it showed in the small details. When they did not, that showed too. Thinking about all of that, I shook my head and reluctantly refused. “Maybe not…” The doorbell rang at that moment. I took the chance to escape and hurried to answer the door. A girl I had never seen before stood outside. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and she smiled brightly at me. “Hi. I am looking for Elias.” I froze. [Ahhh, it's our female lead baby!]

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

Tastemiles The girl crawled on fours behind the budding tomato shrubs in the thicket. The man scanned the driveway with his eyes. The thicket too. seconds later, the door slammed behind him. Heavy footsteps echoed in his wake as he made his way down the wooden steps. She creeped further into the thicket, careful not to rustle the leaves hanging from the low branches of the shrub. He marched down the driveway and past the picket gate. The girl creeped out and stood brushing the dried leaves and grime off her cloth. Her face contorted in confusion.