9 Stitchpunks Novels & Stories

Amber glanced at me as if to check if I was following, satisfied I was, she continued. “ one interesting fact too, each daughter name was also engraved on it as well." “ like?" I asked. “ her name's Alina Taylor, and her daughter name was Amara Lawson. Meaning her daughter name would be engraved on the needle as she passes it on and non till it gets to the current " “ why does it sound crazy? " “ because it's important. I know it's weird but that's the way it's been done. Note that I also said when the daughter was old enough to understand the importance of the needle."

It wasn't a moon or a wolf. It was a vertical slit. An eye. "I am the one who made the Stitcher," Ashford said quietly. "I wove the roots from the hair of the women I scoured. I am the Architect of the Silence, Amara. Not you." He twisted the knife. The Stitcher let out a high-pitched, metallic scream. Its root-body began to unravel, the river-stones falling from its chest like heavy, grey tears. The entity collapsed into the churning water, dissolving into a pile of mud and dead leaves.

Elliott curse,stepping back as we all take in the state of our lockers. Caden open his by standing at the side instead of front. The balls jump out, hitting nothing. I do the same. Every single one of our hockey gloves, stick, vest and pucks are tattered and ripped off. "Did.." Caden starts, staring at a red piece of sticker "TAGGED" Elliott breathes the word out, staring also at his piece of sticker. Heat wrap around my throat, vision blur. I take the sticker from them and scramble it "Have every student assembled"

She also had a brow piercing, nose piercing and as if that wasn't enough places to poke a needle in her body and push a metal ring through, she had another one on her lip. "Here at St Patrick, we have hierrachy. You don’t jump the line or poach another’s man." Man? Again, they were all seventeen year olds. Most of them have never had a damn stubble in their life, so how the hell did the word man qualify? Again, I kept my skepticism to myself and gazed back quietly. They had to tire themselves out soon, right? In the meantime, I have to try and figure out what my next line of- The world rotated violently.

Fierce. “We stitch the world back together.”