Black Holes: A Narrative Fiction

“Oh how rude of me, my name is Sara but of course even knows me as the flower witch. Would you three like to follow me to my backyard?” Sara asked while walking that way.

"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was quieted. "Demonstrate to us her paper. Bill."

“Last year today was the day your mom left for the war” he whispered mournfully.

In the midst of my foggy memory, she saw one last memory fighting to not dematerialize with what was known in her previous life. She remembered one thing.

“You see I have thought about that but I’m not sure that’s it. I get the feeling that there is something that is keeping me from remembering what happened before I got here, like something or someone doesn’t want me to know” Vada said.

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.”

“For certain special people, it's almost like they are invited. Chosen. When I heard the story of how that preacher could not give his sermon when the Waldeau's were lost, and the great morning of the community...them lying on the floor of the church wailing away like that. That told me what kind of people the Waldeau's were. And that also tells me that whatever is out there: whether it be doors or windows, takes certain chosen ones to save them, and then gives them back when it is time. For whatever the reason. Maybe a guardian angel thing. Probably to rescue them. Something like that.” He shrugged twice. “Don't

"Now, where will I find that next page?" you wondered. The loud chatter made it very difficult for you to concentrate.

"It's completely normal. You were only three when he left. And if you remember him, you'd know that he wasn't a very nice person and it's better that he's gone."

Ironic that the very person that Kat betrayed her family to save had now turned on her. It was to be expected, but even then it caught the young woman off guard. Both hands one bloodied and one not, reached up to try and fail, to pry the Knight’s hand off of Katherine’s neck.

She even started to slowly but surely lose her memories, very similar to how Thomas lost his ability to speak. She couldn’t remember some of the menial things like “what the front door of the house [she] grew up in looked like” (Ch. 16), but there were also very important things that she couldn’t remember such as “[her] mother’s face” (Ch.

With a paralysed inability to accept its significance, she did not hear the story as many women have heard. Tears began to trickle down her face as she wept in her sister's arm. The storm of grief came as she went away to her room alone, with no one to follow her.

"Allen let me tell you this; telekinesis is the best super power," I retorted. Well it's kind of bias when I say that because I have telekinesis but it still is.

“Nothing,” she whispers, using a different approach to convince him not to go back, “you’re not in the past anymore. Everything you experienced occurred a long time ago, and you can’t change that.”

My Father mentioned that the books are short, I have checked them myself. She has her hand in it.