A Three Word Short Story Novels & Stories

Is that okay? I looked at their groveling faces now, compared to how aggressive they had been earlier when they changed the locks and tried to throw me out. The irony was almost laughable. "No." I said that one word with absolutely no room for negotiation. "You!" Sloane's expression darkened. I spoke calmly, my gaze sweeping over them both. "How you manage is your problem. I won't let you stay in this house any longer. Three days. I'm giving you three days to move all your belongings out. After three days, I'm changing the locks.

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

Three lives. Three.

I waited until it was close to midnight—I had three minutes to go. I started thinking back on my life, but it was too simple and plain. There didn't seem to be much to remember. My life had been a tragedy from the moment I was born. The minutes turned to seconds, and I slumped onto the table. I had my urn and photo beside me. Five, four, three, two, one… The countdown ended, and a dead silence descended upon me. The room went silent—even the sound of my breathing disappeared. At the same time, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Someone was back!

They go over their story one more time and then sleep. They weren’t asleep long when a voice woke them, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Three little wolves and look at me, a big bad devil. I think you got this story wrong boys. Shouldn’t it be three little pigs and a big bad wolf?” The stranger said.

“ I want you to sleep with me and my brothers, we are three, right here, are you willing to do so, if you’re not I’ll still give you €20000, and you can leave” That money wasn’t so bad for having to do nothing before I leave.. but I always wanted something exciting… this might not be love, but it’s something I have never done before and I loved the idea of it. “ sure.. I’ll do it” “ we are triplets, don’t worry we will take care of you”. “ wear what ever you like I’ll be back in 2 hours” With that he turned around and walked out of the room.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

They got to a T-junction. “Oh, left.” She replied. “How long is it?” He asked. The awkwardness was a torture to him. He was trying to suppress the urge to say what was on his mind. “How long is what?” Belinda replied, confused. “Where are we going?” Dan lifted an eyebrow. “Oh. An hour.” Belinda replied that she also realized she had to endure the awkward silence for 40 more minutes. “You don’t have to drive me home, you know.” Just when she said it.

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.