All That Moves Us Novels & Stories

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.

“This isn’t heaven. This isn’t hell. You’re in between — where the unremarkable, the wasted, and the undeserving come to prove themselves.” Its gaze swept over all of us like a spotlight, freezing me in place. “You begged for second chances,” it continued. “You cried about regrets. You wished for do-overs. So here we are! Your wish granted. All you have to do…” It paused, that grin never faltering. “…is win.”

Every movement is a promise, a binding contract written in sweat and heartbeat that no corporate board or execution squad could ever erase. When the climax finally takes us, it isn't an explosion of panic, but a sweeping, magnificent wave of relief that leaves us both breathless and completely undone, clinging to each other in the quiet dark as our heartbeats slowly steady into a single, synchronized rhythm. For a long, perfect moment, the vault is completely still. Then, the heavy steel door suddenly rattles on its hinges, a sharp, metallic rapping echoing through the room that shatters the fragile peace instantly.

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.

Of carrying the weight of a movement. Four more days. Then we get to rest. Together. Always together. Just us and the mountains and the quiet. Finally.

That, one movement and we would end up doing something we should not. Dangerously close.