The End And The Death Novels & Stories

And from the grief left behind— The End was born. The memory vanished. Emma fell to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. Not her tears. Their tears. The Mother's. The Father's. The End's. All at once. --- The man knelt before her. His eyes were full of pain. "I searched for you." The End became silent. Listening. The Father continued. "Across realities." A pause. "Across time." Another. "Across existence itself." His voice cracked. And suddenly he didn't look like a god.

It wasn't until he picked that recording pen up… With a slight push of the button, the sounds of him and Beth making love resounded in the room. In a split second, the confused look on Matthew's face was replaced by embarrassment. Lastly, he looked despairing when he heard the message I left for him at the end of the recording. "This is where it ends for us. This is goodbye for good, Alpha Matthew."

Epilogue In every story, I read there are two endings. It's either happy or sad. Half of my life was revolving around thinking how a fairy tales book, novel, short story or parable would end. But this time I was thinking about how would my story end. Is it true there is a happy ending? Is it true that everything has an ending? Or is dead the end of everyone? Because while thinking deeply my story started when I died. So if death is the ending of everyone, it seems very impossible. Yet in life, I know everyone has a role to play before they passed away and that thing God has shown me that many times in different ways.

After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator. Holding the pendant tightly, I spoke in a hoarse voice. “Mom died because of Suzanna. Please return home immediately. Destroy the Jones family and avenge her for me.”

Noah shook his head. “You don’t understand.” He pointed toward the darkness. “Without a future…” The ground began shaking. ”something that has been waiting for the future can finally move.” Sophia stood. “What thing?” Noah whispered: “The End.” Death looked at him. “I am the End.” Noah shook his head. “Not you.” The sky turned completely black. A single white line appeared. Then a voice spoke from beyond every universe: “You have given everyone freedom.” Sophia looked upward.

n’s P.O.V The pain is slowly fading away, why’s that? Uh…I can see light. ‘’ This is the end,’’ Theia replied. What? What do you mean by the end? ‘’ Death, hasn’t chosen you. So, you can’t cross over to that side.’’ She pointed to the place where the dead bodies of his parents were lying. What? ‘’ You have bad luck. It’s goodbye for now. Use your life well.’’

Then we help them learn. The End watched us silently. Finally, she smiled. You understand. Understand what? The End pointed toward the black star. I am not your enemy. Then what are you? The consequence. I stared at her. Every beginning creates an ending. Every life creates a death. Every choice creates another possibility. She looked at my daughter. And every possibility eventually reaches me. My daughter stepped forward. Then you don't have to destroy them. The End looked surprised. What? You can wait.

I wasn't scared of my own death, but for his - my uncle. Sometimes I think, why are we even born when at the end, we'd just all die? I always wonder why beautiful things tend to end tragically. Just like life. No matter how beautiful your journey was, you'd still end up taking that one, narrow path that leads to one destination. Death. They say, it's not the end that matters. What's important is what your journey entails. The moments you shared with your loved ones, the smiles and laughs you spent with them, and all the things you experienced.

And to think it all started watching a funeral …. My death ended up being my entire life. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. THE END!!!! Thanks for reading!!

A figure, whose legs I only saw got down from the car and walked towards me frantically. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision darkening as I began to surrender to the cold embrace of death. Soon, my sight faded into complete darkness, and the immense pain I had felt just moments ago disappeared. The last thing I heard was a voice saying, “You are not going to die, not yet.” But it was too late; death had already claimed me. And just like that, my life ended—all because I fell in love.