True Begining Novels & Stories

This was only the beginning. *************************************************

"let's begin." ***

And I, deep down, feel this burning certainty: This is not the end of a story. This is the beginning of a truth.

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Christine took initiative to wash all the utensils post dinner. "Christine, Tell me who is the best cook? Sam or me?" Anna did not want to lose her best chef title to Sam. She had started recording button on her phone to record Christine's answer. Christine had no idea that Anna is recording their conversation so she gave her honest answer. Well, if Anna is going to record and send the clip to certain someone then she would have lied and had told that person's name.

And just like that— The real game began.

Real. And for the first time… There was no fear in saying them. Only truth

It would be a surprise. - Two days later, I was back in the city I hadn't seen in years. On my way to Chandler's house in a cab, I sent him a message. [Where are you right now?] Two hours later, his black cat avatar buzzed and replied, [At home.] I couldn't help but smile as I typed back, [Guess where I am right now?] Chandler's reply was, [I guess... you're in Dewbrook?] [Wrong. I'm home! Get ready for me!]

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

Since the day I turned eighteen, it's like that thing that had been simmering inside since the day I first learned the truth went on boil. Maybe it's because, at eighteen, I'm now officially a man. Not when I jumped up to six-two out of nowhere the summer I turned sixteen, or when I found the first hair on my chin before that. Then I was still somewhere between innocent and wannabe tough guy. But as soon as the clock struck twelve-oh-one on the day of my birth, I knew I'd changed course.