It's Not That Simple ((Epilogue))

Fiction By Madeline // 11/9/2011

First and foremost, let me thank each and everyone one of you who has ever read a chapter of "It's Not That Simple". It means so much to me! And those who have stuck with the story? Pssh! Bless you! LOL! I can't say anything else but that. Let's see, now. I've killed off several characters, had a creep-o kiss a 16-year-old girl, had several battle scenes, including weapons of the gun-ly kind, and basically made a twisted tale of woe and lost love. :P How do you deal with me? Once again, Bless you! LOL! 

Now INTS is coming to an end. *tears up* Although I'm sure all of you are cheering in your seats right now. Well, this has been crazy! I wasn't even planning to continue this story until you guys commented on Chapter three! Thanks for that! It's been a challenge to keep this ongoing. I really don't think of it as mine, so much as've helped me tons and tons! 

Here it goes! THE END!!! *falls over, dramatically*

-Homey ;))


I got married, you know.

Fast forward ten years, and you'd see me standing next to a handsome man, looking in the mirror at my growing stomach. I carried a little life, soon to be born and called Brandon. I named my daughter Marion--who still remains my friend to this day.

Somehow, I've put my painful past behind me. It aches to think of all the troubles I went through. I cry every now and then, when the memories become too strong. My therapist says it's healthy to let your emotions out. Luckily, my saving grace was the handsome man, named Logan. He holds my hand when I need comfort, wraps his arms around me when I need warmth, whispers sweet words in my hair when I feel as if I'll fall apart.

Little Brandon has grown in a flourishing, strong, thriving young man. He has a lovely wife named Susan, and a little girl called April. My grand daughter. It's weird to think of me as old, but, at fifty-six, I guess I am.

My daughter, Marion, is off at college. She sends pictures over email every now-and-then. My replies are always long. I miss her.

Phillip was released from prison five years later, when I was twenty-one. Five. Years. For good behavior. I hired a lawyer and put a restraining order on him. Word is, he up and moved hundreds of miles away to Washington.

I was pleased.

And now, I tell this story to my kids. They're old enough to know. I want Brandon to feel his namesake deep inside him. I want Marion to hold onto a little piece of her "aunt." I want everything for them.

Sometimes, in my dream, he visits me. We sit across from one another, joining hands, and close our eyes to pray. He doesn't say anything, just stares.

And I feel whole, with him. Feel like my heart is healing.

But then, his eyes meet mine, and I hear the shot of the gun that went off. He reminds me that things aren't that simple.

They always almost aren't.


  *sobs and cheers* That was

  *sobs and cheers* That was a really good, tragic-but-happy-ending story. Well, mostly happy ending. Goodness, I can't believe that Philip got only five years O.O I wonder if he got into trouble in Washington, too. Yay! Three cheers for Homey :D Great story!

Laura Elizabeth | Sun, 11/13/2011

The best stories are those that are focused, unassuming, and self-confident enough to trust the reader to figure things out. --

Grrr.  Well, the ending was

Grrr.  Well, the ending was better than I expected.  Somehow you patched things up.  But I feel sorry for Washington.  And I hate Phillip.  I'd like to subject him to a couple choice torture devices of mine.  And Brandon died too young.

All in all, though, you sure kept my interest throughout the story, and I value that above everything else.  Congratulations.

Bridget | Tue, 11/15/2011

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

Thank you guys....

Thank you guys...SO MUCH!!! :D hehe. You two really have stuck with this story, gone above and beyond, and prodded me to keep writing and actually finish a book. (even if it's not very good...) For that, and your readership (?...hehe) THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I so appreciate both of you. INTS does, too! 

Bridget--I'm happy to give you Phillip's new address if you want to test out some of the torture devices? ;-)

Laura Elizabeth--Awe, thank you so much!!! 

I agree...POOR WASHINGTON. haha

Much thanks! 

-Homey ;)

Madeline | Wed, 11/16/2011


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