A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

, she snapped. "Aww, here I was, thinking you're just an uncaring cold-hearted bitch", she side-hugged her while they both chuckled and the temperature dropped again. "Fuck, I've got to get this shit fixed soon" "I agree but I still can't believe you believe in that news thing. Just wait and watch the conspiracies that rise with this new "mysterious creature" thing tomorrow", Rita drawled. "Yeah right, so when do I meet this prince you've been talking about?", Belle asked, jumping on the overly comfortable bed right after Rita.

“Gives me time to come up with a few ideas.” “I don’t want to know, just don’t get caught with your hand in the cookie jar.” “I won’t get caught, maybe with my pants down, but then again, I like that part,” he said. I could only laugh. Wilder could be unpredictable, his ideas insane and a little demented, but I loved the guy like a brother. I’d spill blood for him.

The thought of her with any injury, made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn’t let her have any ideas or else she would follow through with her plans. He knew her very well and any idea that sprung up in her tiny little mind would become reality. He knew that she was an idealist and those brilliant ideas of hers all became true. He had seen the miracles that happened whenever Yuna put her mind to it.

“I don’t know. Something fun. Wild. And totally unlike me. You know? Shake things up.” I’m pumped, fired up to think of something, even while worrying deep down that I might back out. My idea of wild and fun is wearing my smiley face underwear, with purple socks on a Tuesday. Well, maybe not that. But the point is, I don’t do wild and fun. I never know where to begin. Then Sabrina’s face comes into view, a devious smile stretching across it. “I might have something,” she says. “When I went to the bathroom, this guy…”

He wasn't going to be picky now. They got back on the road again. Wild saw his first train and decided he wasn't a fan. Too loud. Too long. He saw lots of wooded areas in which he was quickly entranced. He saw housed of all shapes and sizes going through towns and suburbs and even rural farmlands. Wild saw his first animal hybrids. Moose chicken cattle, deer horses, fish goats. Wild didn't realize the world was filled with creatures like him. Not entirely themselves, just like him. Stange combinations of genetic code to make something better, but at the cost of what?

Jake’s face kept popping through her mind. Ahh, I hate this. Why Jake’s face keeps coming through my head. His face is so familiar but I cannot remember where I saw him. His blue eyes are mesmerizing and his dimples are so cute. Stop it Kate! This is not the right time to think about this man. I thought you hate men and you should focus on your first job, Kate said to herself. While busy with her thoughts, the operator has announced that the gate is opened so she picked up her bag and head to the gate.

A smirk made its way to my lips unknowingly. Indeed a wild horse.

We rode quietly on our horses, each attached to a four-wheeler wagon. Both of us were lost in our own thoughts. We have four days ahead of us, four days of unpredictable fate. I'm going all the way out of this territory (probably) to find some people that taunt me in my dreams, it's a typical delusional step to take I must say. But that's the only thing my head tells me—to find them. We headed towards the sacred house first. I'd like to see my sister first before going further into this ridiculous journey.

"Actually, I've got an idea." "I'm listening."

How do I start with cleaning this fudging damn freaking room? And what my brilliant mind contributed? I have just thought of the most fantastic idea that I could think of. I am a freaking witch. Yeah, a witch. I could make these things work on their own. What a great idea, Blair. You're not that pea-brained after all.