The Final Play Novels & Stories

Things were going well; how did they fall off the deep end so damn fast? We choose our next play, down to 35 seconds in the game. The crowd is screaming their heads off, and we’re less than fifty yards from the endzone. If we only kick for the field goal, we’re not going to win. We NEED this touchdown. I look over at one of our other receivers, Barry Patriots, giving him a specific nod. We have to do the play coach gave us, but more than anything, we have to get around these yetis. The play requires Patriots to receive the ball, and we’re going to spend our final precious seconds trying to get him open, and down the rest of the field.

But enough to end it. Enough to let us move forward. Free. Unburdened. Victorious. His final play was surrender. Ours is triumph. We won.

⸻ Zara’s knees buckled. She grabbed the counter, gasping for air. Alec stormed into the room as she screamed. He caught her before she fell. When he saw the photo, his face went white. “Not again,” she whispered. “Not again—” Alec clenched his jaw. “It’s Verone. It has to be. That was his final play.” She looked at him. “Then let’s end the game.”

In the end, no matter what they did for him, he still didn’t make it. “In his final moments, Yaron kept calling your name, apologizing over and over. “In the end… it just wasn’t meant to be.” As I listened to Mrs. Hayes, I found myself at a loss for words. Even in this second life, this was the ending Yaron chose for himself. … By the time I returned from my performance, golden leaves blanketed the ground. Adrian greeted me with a mysterious smile. “I have a surprise for you.” Curious, I got into his car, anticipation bubbling in my chest.

Elisa was on the floor with blood dripping off of her. Cassian wished to take a step toward her but, was afraid to. Elisa laid on the floor awaiting her death. Her final words were something that I was able to make out because, they... were my final words as well. This is not some play. This... was my previous life. How the hell...? What the actual hell is this, Fredrick? How do you...!? When...!? Just how much does he know? *The play ends with the sad song stretching and all the actors leave the stage after bowing down. The people were all left with tears on their faces. *

They get back into their positions and the curtains open again. Winter I comes in and in a trice, things turn for the worst. The tensions have blown over, and the fir and flowers charge toward the bare trees. The quarrel causes the collapse of the copse. Fearful forest fairies try running away from the display. But it is too late. Andrew gets caught and throws a red ribbon before falling. I watch in suspense as the forest breaks out into a dance of violent grace. They attack one other and the light begin changing to green, blue, and red. The splatter of war is very evident on the stage as they pull out the red ribbons before falling to the ground. Winter I ends with everyone (except for Mari

Mom noticed me, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face. However, she quickly regained her composure and said, "Nattie doesn't have much time left. Her biggest wish before she passes is to marry Davon and be a bride for one day, so we've all agreed to let them have a wedding. Nattie's terminally ill. You can't possibly deny her this one wish, can you?" I looked at Mom, feeling my heart shatter into pieces. They knew full well that Davon was my husband. "I..."

“Have you found the Yellow Sign?” THE END

His Possession. THE END.

The game is far from over. I’m about to make the final move. And this time, I must win.