All That Moves Us Novels & Stories

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

The ambulance siren wailed shrilly in my ears, yet the world had never felt quieter. Expressionless, I opened the airline app and rescheduled my ticket. My new departure time was tonight at eleven. This time, I would be gone for good. … The next morning, soft music drifted through the hotel restaurant. Liam barely touched his breakfast. His mind was in turmoil, haunted by the image of my thin, solitary figure from yesterday. On the wall-mounted TV, the morning news played. The anchor's crisp, formal voice rang out, "At approximately 3 p.m. yesterday, a serious accident occurred on Clem Road in the suburbs…"

We got in the car, pulled out a loudspeaker, strapped it to the roof, and started driving loops around the village. "Joel Grant and Michael Grant abandoned their wives—both almost nine months pregnant—to shack up with Rachel Smith, in their birthday suit, for two whole weeks!" "Rachel Smith shares a bed with two men!" This was a small village. Everyone knew each other. No way they could walk away from this without shame. After just two laps, our phones blew up. Joel and Michael came rushing after us with Rachel in tow, blocking our path. Rachel's eyes were red and swollen from crying. "Is it because I'm poor and not as pretty or rich as you guys? Is that why you two hate me? If everyone want

It had moved her. "Only me?" William let out a mocking laugh. "If she only loved me, then why did she run away again when I was at my worst?" "I–" Tina was at a loss for words. I had already been shattered into pieces by grief. "I didn’t run, William. I never ran away. I’ve always been here." He couldn’t hear me. In his rage, he grabbed a box from the ground. It was the one I used to store our photos. There were pictures of us climbing Mount Titancrest and hiking the Stormridge Heights. Everytime we reached a peak, he would pull me close to take a picture. He once said that one day, we would look back and reminisce on all these photos when we were old.

By the time we switch places, I’m breathing heavy and there’s sweat dripping down my back, but there’s a big smile on my face. B was right. This did make me feel better. Note to self: it feels good to punch some shit. As B and I leave the class, Rachel, José, and Miranda catch up with us outside. “Ladies! Let’s go get a drink!” Jose says way too gleefully after a work out. I look to Bianca and she’s smiling at him, and then glances at me. I shrug. Why not? It’d be fun I think to myself, and we march off down the street.

SILAS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Hindrance. That bastard of a thing no human can escape from. You could have all the brilliance in the world, all the muscle, all the faith, all the stubborn, teeth-gritting determination—and still, hindrance will find a way to shove a stick up your ass. It’s everywhere. The traffic light that turns red when you’re late. The printer that jams when you’ve finally finished the damn report. The feeling of being watched when you’re just trying to sleep.

The night was dark and stormy. The high winds could be heard all around the van that was rushing towards the hospital as fast as it could. The sounds of the sirens were howling through the air. It was the only thing that might be heard over the storm that was over the area.

Michael groaned. "Who sleeps while watching a movie?" Jordan asked irritated. "I did! I already mentioned that thrice." Michael barked angrily. Kate shook her head irritated by her boyfriend. She never behaved like that whenever Michael did somethings stupid. "Ok let's watch the movie." Jordan concluded. Finally the movie ended without any other trouble in between. We all went outside and talked about the movie. "This movie is really heart touching! This was the fourth time I watched it." Bobby said walking hand in hand with Jordan. They look so cute together.

Well, wasn't that just great? I braced myself against the wall and shakily stood up. The intense pain made every movement feel like I was being torn apart, but I still straightened up. I looked at Melvin, the driver whom I had always treated well and who always received a holiday bonus. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness when I spoke again. "Melvin, you've got quite the nerve. Did you think that by getting a face like my husband's, you could actually become him?

And everything about it felt absolutely right. End of Part One: Runaway Billionaire