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THE LAST VAMPIRE

THE LAST VAMPIRE

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye
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The Last Cinderella

The Last Cinderella

I glared. "Oh yes, I do. What's it about?" He asks, opening it on the same page where I was at. "It is a thriller one, you know where someone commits a heavy crime and murders the main character's whole family.." "Yeah? Interesting," he went back onto the very first page. This guy really just read the author's note, oh my goodness he is killing me... "Give it back." "Eh, maybe when I finish it," he smirks. "Not a chance, Ellis, hand it over."
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When the Last Rejection Turned Into a Plea

When the Last Rejection Turned Into a Plea

The Falcones would rather go down than have a vicious woman like you tarnish what she stood for. My voice was colder than steel, and every syllable was dripping with hatred. I dragged her out of the dungeon and brought her to Claire's grave. It was just an unadorned stone with Claire's name carved into it. Her favorite lilies of the valley grew around it, swaying gently in the night breeze. My voice left no room for argument. "Get on your knees. Repent for what you have done to Claire." Sofia was thrown to her knees on the broken stones, her knees bleeding almost instantly. Yet, the despair cutting through her was way worse than any physical pain.
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My Last Violet

My Last Violet

spoke to himself as if it were a spell, one that would somehow make him believe that it was possible, that she could overcome those traumas somehow, And I wish I could give her the lap she needed when she couldn’t take it. Going through processes alone was painful, no matter what the process was. "These wires...they’ll never fall apart, will they?" Amethyst’s eyes were empty, completely opaque and no more life "they’ll stay here forever, won’t they?" asked things like he was in that cell again, as if the only thing I had was the moonlight and that dagger that was as bright silver as Audra’s eyes. Yes, the bright eyes, the eyes that were the last thing she had seen in that icy, lonely darknes
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Wanna Catch Me? Dream On

Wanna Catch Me? Dream On

Occasionally, the flame emerged, casting bright and warm hues. Despite this, his demeanor remained frigid. Next to him, laid a bunch of white chrysanthemums. The eerie combination made passersby repeatedly turn their heads. Is a mob boss paying a visit to a friend in the hospital? And he even brought white chrysanthemums? Slowing her pace, Maisie considered stepping back to evade the person's gaze. Yet, the man's eyes had already locked onto her. Jonathan narrowed his dark eyes. "Where are you going?"
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The Last Amato Sacrifice

The Last Amato Sacrifice

Most of the first born Amato women went off to explore the world, but they all smiled and whispered that this would be the first one to leave the village for love. On the summer solstice before Helena's eighteenth birthday, Francesco finally made a bold move. He slipped Helena a note during their morning lesson, asking her to meet him under the moon in the rose gardens after midnight. Nervous but elated, she spent the entire day restless, yearning for their meeting. She carefully moved through the house when the moon shone brightly through her window, and all had fallen asleep.
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Last Chance

Last Chance

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End
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The journey from Servant to Wife

The journey from Servant to Wife

Turning my eyes in that direction, in my heart I really miss my mother and sister. "Mother, rest assured! As long as I put in a little more effort, by the end of this month I will be able to send money back to you for my first wage. This money will help two people have a more prosperous life in the poor village!” I remember my family and I think of those purple water morning glory flowers that I saw this afternoon in that deserted garden. I lifted my neck to see the bedroom of Madam Anna, Mrs. White, and the other owners. I finally realized that they had long since turned off the night lights, so I crept stealthily toward the deserted garden. I know that Madam Anna doesn't allow me to roam t
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The Last Divorce

The Last Divorce

He laughed at his own selfishness and the reckless way he'd pushed himself into a dead end. In the end, regret was the only thing he managed to hold onto. "Other than the house I'm living in, transfer everything else to her." He knew I no longer needed the love that had come too late. The only thing he could still give me was everything except that. Meanwhile, on a beach in the Maldivis, I floated peacefully on an inflatable raft beneath the sun. A notification suddenly appeared on my phone. A large transfer had been deposited into my account. Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean.
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Frequently Asked Questions

John Steinbeck's 'The Chrysanthemums' ends on a note that lingers like the fading light in Salinas Valley. Elisa Allen, after her brief encounter with the tinker, experiences a surge of hope and femininity—only to have it crushed when she sees her cherished chrysanthemum sprouts discarded on the road. The story closes with her crying 'like an old woman' in the car, a moment that’s both quiet and devastating. It’s not just about the flowers; it’s about how society stifles women’s dreams, reducing them to something as disposable as those sprouts.

The final scene where Elisa asks her husband about the fights—switching from vulnerability to a hardened facade—mirrors how she’s learned to bury her yearnings. Steinbeck doesn’t wrap things up neatly; he leaves you with the weight of her resignation, making you question how many Elisas exist in the real world, their passions trampled underfoot.

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