There Will Come A Day Novels & Stories

My heart leaped straight into my throat. Then the person spoke from outside the door, "Is Ms. Shannon Walker here? I'm from the State Department of Education."

Then I turned and picked up my mother's twentieth call this month urging me to marry. "Hello, Mom," I said, my voice steady. "I'll come home next Wednesday. Set up the arranged marriage in the village for me. I'll marry him."

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

“This is just the beginning, Zara.” I wanted to believe him. Maybe, just maybe, when love comes calling, it’s worth answering.

He scooped Melody into his arms and looked down at me, high and mighty. "Rosalia, you've gone too far this time. Stay here and think about what you've done." With that, he carried Melody away. Over his shoulder, she shot me a smug look. The sea breeze howled at me, chilling me to the bone. The island was completely desolate. Being left here was a death sentence. Just then, a familiar voice echoed in my head. "Five days until you exit this world." A bitter smile touched my lips. Maybe this was for the best. I was going to disappear anyway… Slipping away quietly like this might just be easier!

Tomorrow is the grand finale, the day in which history could be born. The fight will commence when the sun will be in its intensity. The next day was like hundreds of years away, everyone had got their eyes fixed on the morrow; the age had kept their fingers acrossed as they waited for that day to come. "May the gods keep us till tomorrow." An elder said. it's seem as night was running away, night refused to come, arguments about who the winner will be rumbled in the midst of

CHAPTER THREE It Comes It is time. It is time. She always knew this day would come.

That was the frigging 17th call he was making. Yet no fruit. He sighed and placed a call to Lindi again. Earlier, she said he should call her a bit later. “Hey Lindi, so is it a yes?” “well... no. It's actually cold these days, a pool party is... you know.” He huffed. Cold these days? Is she crazy? He ended the call. Really? No one wanna come? Fine then! Let only her come. * Gracie took in a deep breath, then pressed the door bell of the huge mansion.

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

Let’s survive this together, please. My eyes shut as I press my palm flatter. One day at a time. Whatever tomorrow brings, just stay with me.