Lastcall Stories

I write a deeply felt letter to my father who was mentally abusive. Those words are a tribune to my pain and my broken heart. I year for forgiveness That will probably never come.

(T/N) es una chica de 18 años que consigue una prodigiosa beca a Los Estados Unidos de América. La madre que la acoge en USA es productora, pero lo que no sabe es que gracias a eso, conocerá a un chico que la cambiará completamente.

The Birth of Sonic Jackson The stage was silent. A hush fell over the crowd as the final note lingered in the air, trembling like a fading heartbeat. Michael Jackson's voice, soft but clear, spoke words no one would forget: "Keep the magic alive... in your own way." In that instant, a strange surge of energy swept through the world-an invisible rhythm, a pulse of motion and life. Sonic, the fastest hedgehog alive, felt it deep in his chest. It wasn't just speed anymore. It was rhythm, it was emotion, it was... something human. MJ was gone. But his last words had found a vessel. Sonic's quills seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, catching a beat no one else could hear. Where once he ran only to escape or adventure, now he ran with purpose. A purpose he couldn't yet name. From that day on, Sonic was no longer just Sonic. He carried the soul of a legend, the heartbeat of music, the legacy of Michael Jackson. He had become Sonic Jackson-fast, fearless, and dancing through life with a rhythm that could change the world. And somewhere deep inside, he knew: this was only the beginning.

An anthology of short stories based on thoughts, emotions and events in my life... and anything else really.

I dug my phone out of my pocket, shoving the white rectangular device to my ear, I groaned at the caller ID, but answered anyway. "You had better have a good reason for interrupting me on this lovely Californian afternoon," I spat annoyingly. A deep voice erupted from the other line of the phone, right before a hearty chuckle escaped from his mouth, "good to see you haven't changed, sis." "He hasn't seen me in four years and he thinks he knows a guy?" I say, laughing at my attempt to tease him. "Enough of the chitchat, get back to the point," I heard a deep voice that sent shivers right to my core in the otherwise silent background. I don't recognize the voice, but I could already tell he was probably the most compelling, sovereign individual you would meet. It only peeked my interest to see a face to match the intonation. I caught my brother clearing his throat, trying to act intimidating. "Listen, sis, I need a favor. My entire reputation and the Ferrari is depending on you. You need to come to New York," he says in such a menacing tone. No doubt wanting to show off to his friend. He thinks I'll just do it? With nothing in return for me? Why that son-of-a-bitch, literally, demands a favor? After he so recklessly gambled on me without my knowledge? He thinks that he is almighty and just because he got our parents corporation he calls the shots, just like that, and only to tell me that I need to do him a solid. "No," I say sternly, "and if you ever contact me again Beckham, I will-" "You don't have a choice here, "sis", you have no job, no house, but a mutt and a red Chevy named Callum. If you don't come willingly, well," he scoffs, the low raspy and angelic voice says, "I'll just have to come and get you, La Mia dolce," the voice that isn't my brother's whispers.

When Ụzọ receives a haunting voicemail from Ada; his childhood friend who vanished after a forbidden visit to an ancient shrine, his world begins to unravel. Shadows stir in the forests of Mbaise, and secrets buried beneath Oguta Lake awaken beneath a blood-orange sky. Armed with only a mysterious necklace and Ada's cryptic warning, Ụzọ is thrust into a dark web of ancestral curses, forgotten gods, and a spiritual war that blurs the lines between reality and myth. But Ụzọ's disappearance is only the beginning. In a world where trust is treacherous and tradition holds deadly power, the living must race against time, before the Seventh Moon swallows them all. Watch out for the Last Call.

He pinned me down holding my hands above my head, the hold on my wrist being far different from the hold earlier, where his grip was strong enough to leave a bruise. This grip was soft, as if he was rethinking, not sure of his actions, as if he didn't know why he did this in the first place. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. I looked at them, looking into his eyes was a mistake, he froze, eyes clouding, he leaned forward, I could feel his breath on my lips as he stopped a few inches away.

"Last Call" follows Alex, a long-time bar back at Bar 383, as he works through his final shift after six years behind the scenes. Amid the chaos of kegs, late-night messes, and familiar banter with coworkers, he quietly confronts the reality that his routine is ending and so is a chapter of his life. As the night unfolds, Alex is pushed to finally act on feelings he's buried for years for Jenny, a bartender he's admired from a distance. With encouragement from his friend Scottie and the inevitability of change closing in, he gathers the courage to ask her out just as his job comes to an end. Set over a single night in a busy bar, the story blends workplace realism with understated romance, exploring missed chances, personal growth, and the quiet weight of leaving a place that once felt like home.

"I've made my decision" I didn't expect you to leave, I know we were messed up but I was trying to make it work even though we were talking like strangers. You called me and I tried to act like we didn't know you. It didn't work. You informed us that it's the last call, I wonder what would happen if we just ignored the call. We wouldn't have to know, we could keep going on already knowing that you left us.

It's been six years since Azrael Thanatos watched his parents die at the hand of an old friend. Now, at seventeen, he's more determined than ever to take their murderess out. With the police declaring the case cold and the threat to him over, he comes out of WITSEC after a year spent running and nearly four more years spent training to go after her. The cops may have given up on the case, but he certainly hasn't. However, when she goes after his loved ones this time to force him to confront her on her turf, will he be able to keep her from killing more people he cares about? Will he survive her attacks like he did before? She's told him to drop the pursuit. She's even promised to stop attacking him and his friends if he does. This is his last chance to walk out alive. It's his call. For Azrael, there can be only one decision. The question is simply, where does it lead?

A crucial call was made early in the morning, will the receiver make it on time or will she be disappointed? Will the caller stay in line or not? Hope isn't gone and winter will soon be finish. TW: mention of suicide; if you are uncomfortable with this then don't force yourself reading it and wait until I give you guys a different type of angst :DD

This is a story on Feral and others called The Funniest One Ever.

What if you knew you were going to die and there was nothing you could do about it? Do you panic, bargain with the universe, reflect on your life so far? What about the things you never did, the places you never saw? What about the people you love and the things you never got to say to them? What if, as your final moment draws near, you decide to say goodbye to the closest person to you, but you never tell him or her that this will be the last time they hear your voice? Instead, you just have a normal conversation just like any other day

Loving someone too much can really broke and destroy you noong naghiwalay kami gustong-gusto kong magpakamatay nalang kesa mabuhay pa sa mundong 'to na hindi siya kasama pero sa tuwing iisipin ko ang anak namin na dinadala ko ayoko.. ayokong pati ang baby namin mawala dahil lang sa kanya kaya simula noong naghiwalay kami ayoko ng umibig pang muli mas pinag lalaanan ko nalang ng oras ang pag-aalaga sa anak.namin. Oo pinagpatuloy ko ang aking pag bubuntis kahit wala na siya. Kahit masaya na siya sa piling ng iba. Hanggang ngayon hindi parin niya alam na nagka anak kami at wala akong balak na ipaalam pa sa kanya.Para saan paba? eh may pamilya na siya. Andiyan naman ang pamilya ko na handang tumulong sa pagabay ng aking anak. Before you give yourself to that person make sure that he'll stay in your life until your last breathe. Because nowadays, there's lot of stupid fuck there that will only fuck your body and soul then leave like nothing happens. #LoveAndTeasureYourselfFirstBeforeYouLoveAndTreasureOthers. #Godbless <3

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