The Giver Novels & Stories

Aaron loved it and wore it immediately, he thanked me with a knees wobbling kiss. For Peyton I gave her new glasses and a brand new signed copy of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen. I've heard her grumbling about how she had not gotten an original copy of the book. This once belonged to my father and it was sighed by another best selling author. Since I'm not one for books, I gave to her and she loved it. For My mom, I gave her a new cook book with different cuisines from different cultures. And for Jesse I gave him new shoes, good shoes take people to good places. I wish the best for my Chimpanzee. Surprisingly he loved it too.

Yet she was dedicating her life in a company of soldiers whom the people are having a hard time to put their confidence in. “Yes,” Ryder answered with a doubt. His tone was soft. “Do you believe she deserves happiness?” “Yes.” Earlier, he responded slowly. But now, he answered without hesitation as it should be. The chief then approached him. When they were close enough, Chief Raius handed him a glass bottle the size of his index finger. Jin recognized it. It was a gift from one of their many visitors. It was filled with pure liquid–water that is clear as glass. Jin advised Chief Raius for him to be mindful of what gift he should take, especially that there were lots of fakes in today’s time

Ramil said in a slow tone. “I’m sorry, papa. I just feel uncomfortable with our neighbors,” Freya bowed and said. “Did you know that he is the one who gave your umbrella yesterday and gave it to your mother, so she wouldn’t scold you? Did you know he also carries your mother’s shopping basket when she can’t carry it all? Do you also know he is also the one who gave the gift to you last Christmas ... that doll you always have next to you when you go to sleep? She was the one who said—”

The dinner table fell into a dead silence. “Sweetheart, come with me.” Mom led me to the backyard and pushed open the storage room door. In the corner were more than a dozen neatly stacked cases of the exact same whisky. Some were damp and moldy, others were covered in cobwebs. These were all the New Year’s gifts I had my husband, Kevin Zane, buy over the past three years. “W-What is this?” My voice came out dry. My throat was tight.

I replied. He gripped my shoulders, looking me deep in the eyes. “You will not remember me. I am a ghost, no one to you. Any memory that I showed you last night will be forgotten again. You went out to the bar, met your contract, killed him in the alley, and took your trinket from his body. You then came back home to The Academy and took a bath, then went to bed. You will report your completion in the morning. The ring on your finger was a birthday gift from the same person who has left you the previous gifts each year, but you do not know who that person is. It was a good day, but I was not a part of it.” Damien said.

I frown and keep flipping pages. After 45 minutes of rejections, I find a gorgeous, intelligent man—blond hair, bright blue eyes, and the prettiest teeth I’ve ever seen. His reason for donating: to give the gift of a child to someone in need. He’s in med school with a big family. I swoon reading his profile. “Ohhh, ohhh, oh!” I shout, jumping up. “What?” Brin asks. “I found him!” “Really? Let us see!” I turn the binder.

And…there. There, right at the center, where she imagines her heart to be, Cora finds it. The gift, shining, waiting, not exhausted but endless and ready to be given at will. Cora moves forward towards it, wrapping her hands around it, feeling it pulse with warmth. As she lifts it in her hands, she imagines that she can almost hear her mother speaking to her, singing, encouraging her to give it.

Then he gives ten to the first old man . The couple gives them two jade bracelet and two gold necklaces . The third house , he went is also an old couple , the martyr family with three grandchildren without their mother who had ran away . Their second son is working with only twelve yuan salary that is not enough for the whole family . Then Lieutenant colonel Han gives the same amount food for the family also with ten bottles of ginsengs medicine for the old man who looks sick and non stop coughing . The family gives him two small bars of gold and a jade pendant .

It was hard to sympathize with her because of the things she had done to me. I closed the books and carried them in my arms to return them back to the shelf I got them from. I sighed in frustration at my lack of answers until my knee hit a long old parchment of a scroll by the lower shelf. I groaned and bent low to pick it up. I was about to return it back to its proper place before some words caught my eye. Light Giver. I carefully open the parchment and curiously read its content. ‘The goddess bestows her gift of light to whom she favours…’