A Wild Idea Novels & Stories

“I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe we should call the cops and let them handle it. They can help her way more than we can.” “Who knows what state she's in? She'd more than likely get arrested. I know she probably deserves it, but I can't be the one to do it. Can you?” I shake my head. “I just don't think you should get in the middle of her shit.” “Callie. I'm just going to go pick her up. I'll be gone maybe twenty minutes.” Wilder gives me a comforting hug, kissing my temple before he leaves the room. “Don't worry so much, kid. It causes wrinkles.” He calls back through the house, laughing.

Before anyone could answer, two smaller voices cut through the hush. “W.I.L.D.,” Kael piped up, his tiny fists clenched with the seriousness only a child could summon. Everyone turned, eyes darting to the twins where they stood next to their Auntie E. Liora stood up straighter, her curls bouncing as she declared, “It means We Inspire Love Daily.” Her little voice trembled with passion, but it struck truer than any weapon. “Daddy told us. That’s what being W.I.L.D. really is. We don’t stop loving, even when it’s scary. We don’t stop fighting, even when it hurts.”

The possibilities seemed endless. The sound of splashing water fueled their creativity. They discussed the potential benefits of expanding into new markets, the challenges they might face, and the strategies they could use to overcome them, as they eagerly considered setting up assembly in the country. Ideas flowed freely as they tossed around suggestions and debated the pros and cons of each possibility. Each idea sparked new opportunities, and the excitement in the air was palpable.

Three identical men stood there, their eyes locked onto me. “Why don’t we all introduce ourselves to the new Wild Cat member?” one of them said, his voice smooth yet unreadable. I frowned, eyeing him warily. Wild Cat? What the hell was going on? Wild Cat? What did he mean by that? I had no idea what was happening, but I knew one thing—I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I pushed myself up from the ground, my body still trembling with unease. I needed to get out of here. Now.

One day, a new challenge emerges - the organization is running low on funding, and they need to find a way to raise money to keep operating. In true collaborative style, Willow and Vanessa bring the whole team together to brainstorm ideas. Everyone shares their thoughts and suggestions, no matter how "out there" they may seem. After a lively discussion, they narrow it down to a few promising ideas. One idea that keeps resurfacing is the idea of a fundraising gala, where they could bring together donors, supporters, and community members.

Becky thought as guilt and worry consumed her. Suddenly, an idea came to her—wild, risky, and completely against her own wishes. It was the only way to escape her confinement and help Diana. If it worked, it could change her life entirely. But was she ready to defy her parents and risk everything?

"Do help yourself and sit down." "Um, yes...." And.... I find I'm nervous. "I've brought two lots of ideas for you; one set perhaps a little radical, and the others rather more standard." "Fine," he says, holding out his hand. Then as I waver, "Well, let's have a look." I offer him the folder that contains my wilder ideas. Haswell asked me to 'let my imagination fly', and I did that, but now that I'm here, with him, I wonder....

We talk about different things while watching the movie. That's why I wanted to settle, I don't want to live anymore alone or single life. I want a partner who can be with me for my lifetime and after meeting Ella I think it's a great idea. She's going to be the perfect wife.

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As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T