The End Poem Novels & Stories

Let go of the what-ifs, the delusions of a second chance. What we had burned—bright and fierce, but far too short. Like a flame that lit up the dark for a moment… then vanished. And that… was the end of us. (The End)

❤️ ⸻ “What is arriving?” ⸻ No answer came. ⸻ The Guardian stared beyond reality. As if he could see something approaching. Something no one else could. ⸻ Finally— He whispered: ⸻ “The End.” ⸻ The Realm shook violently. ⚡ ⸻ The Mother froze. The Writer froze. The Witness widened. 👁️ Even the Null became still. 🖤 ⸻ Because every one of them understood. ⸻ Not an ending.

Declan stood there, holding a bouquet of red roses. Yet, his face showed not the faintest trace of guilt. After a pause, he said, "Scarlett, these are for you. Your favorite red roses." I took the flowers from him and brought them to my nose. I used to love the scent, but it made my stomach turn instead. Declan stared at me. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Scarlett, Beatrice… has stomach cancer. The doctors say she doesn't have much time left. Her dying wish is to marry me. So…"

She hoped it would be enough. “Thank you, Mike.” She felt safer knowing that her former neighbor and friend was watching her back. She hated needing someone else to make her feel safe. She would be glad when this was all over. “Of course. You stay safe,” he replied. “I'll call you if I get any other news. I know this isn't much, but it does mean that the end is in sight. You'll be able to come home soon.” I am home, she thought. It surprised her.

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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.

Though his efforts were clumsy, they were utterly sincere. My heart gradually recovered from despair and sadness, and I began to feel hope and the beauty of life again. One afternoon, I finished painting a picture of a man and woman holding hands, standing by the ocean at sunset. As I laid down my brush, I looked up to find Damien standing behind me, watching silently. His eyes were glassy with tears. "Evelyn," he began. He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head.

he asks with his deep voice a smirk forming on his face. Okay, What the heck happened? Did he just call me 'pretty smile'? "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we're about to close the bar and I won't be able to serve any more drinks," I explain as my cheeks blush but I try to keep a straight face. "Can I just have one last glass, pretty simile?" he asks, looking at me with those lovely baby brown eyes. I chuckle as I pour his last glass. "The last one," I say as I smile at him, not knowing what else to say. He smiles back at me as he finishes his last glass of Scotch and stands up.

Who knows how l will end up? The fourth prince happened to see Er Lin's discomfited appearance and it reminded him of the white moonlight in his heart - the woman he had to give up in order to gain power and possibly become emperor. In the end, he chose Er Lin. Both Du Xiang and Er Lin had to offer up their wrists so that the princes knew they were virgins and then they stood behind the prince who picked them.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.