37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

On the other side, I sat by the window on the airplane, watching the city below grow smaller and smaller until it was completely swallowed by the clouds. The cabin was quiet. I closed my eyes and replayed the past 23 years in my mind like a film. Tears slid down my cheeks without me realizing it. It was time to say goodbye to my past. … Third-Person POV The next morning, the local news reported, "Last night, a speeding car caused a traffic accident and burst into flames. According to the latest updates, the remains of a young woman were discovered in the vehicle."

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

You can calm down on your own. Out of her 28 messages, 27.5 were accusations against me, and the last 0.5 was about not being able to keep coddling me. A wave of drowsiness washed over me, so I turned off my phone and fell asleep immediately. When I woke up, I was already home. Seeing how tired I was, the driver let me sleep for three hours in the car, so I paid him an extra $100. He was delighted. He reminded me when he left, "Young man, hurry back and change your shoes. They're soaked!"

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

"You're burning out. Completely burning out. Tyler, you can't keep doing this." "Thirty-seven more days." The number was all I had. "Just thirty-seven more days until Mandy's home. I can survive thirty-seven more days."

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."

"How many days?" I tilted my head to the side, and Frank sighed as he let me go. “Amanah, three days! Without texting me, calling or emailing me! Do you have any idea how worried I was?” “It can’t be a week. I’m pretty sure I saw you just yesterday when you let me knock off early,” I said, and Frank looked surprised. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked as I put my hand on his forehead. “I’m too sober for this,” he raised his hands as he walked towards the bar. “She’s been gone for three days and then asks if I’m okay,” he muttered. Malakhi tapped on my shoulder, and I turned to look at him.

he said but I didn’t respond. “So what are you going to do?” he asked when I didn’t reply. I shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t thought about it.” Then I realized what day it is today and I turned around to look at him and asked, “What is today’s date?” I asked. “July 13th,” and when he said that, I almost fainted. How could I forget this day? How much time went by? I could have sworn it was only six months ago.

Seven days. Hazel stood by the barred window, arms crossed, staring out at the empty lot behind the warehouse. No more pacing like a trapped animal. No more red eyes or hoarse throat from screaming. Seven days. The crying had stopped on day three. The screaming died on day two. Now there was only this — cold, steady breathing and eyes that watched everything.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.