All That Moves Us Novels & Stories

Protect the future. When the last hand dropped, I stepped back, letting them return to their work. The torches hissed in the damp air, throwing long, shifting shadows across their faces. Somewhere beyond those trees, our enemies were moving. They didn't tire. They didn't fear death because they'd already crossed that line.

Wife. If it were possible, I’d buy glue—enough to seal his mouth shut forever. Just to make sure he never uttered it again. We marched into the mall like royalty—backs straight, eyes forward, soaking up the curious stares thrown our way. Every step we took screamed ownership, our presence impossible to ignore as we carved out a space like kings and queens staking claim to their kingdom.

A red cross had been marked over her photograph in thick ink. Monica looked at it for a moment, remembering the look on the old woman’s eyes as she breathed her last. Then she looked at the wall beside the map. The panel in the wall moved. It did not swing open dramatically or slide with any theatrical velocity. It simply moved, the seam that had been invisible becoming a gap, the gap widening at a pace that was unhurried, the pace of something that had been calibrated to open at exactly this speed and no other.

No more landlords, no more thin walls, no more worrying about security deposits. The night they moved in, after the girls were asleep in their new rooms, Maya and Ethan sat on the floor of their empty living room, surrounded by boxes. "Remember when we thought we couldn't do this?" Maya asked, leaning against Ethan's shoulder. "Which time? We've thought that about a hundred times." Maya laughed. "True. But look at us now. We own a house. You own a business. We have two amazing daughters. We actually did it."

The rain outside the Apex Tower had turned into a torrential downpour, mirroring the chaotic whirlwind inside Jillian Michaels' office. It was 2:00 AM. The vast corporate skyline was mostly dark, but the seventy-story monolith remained lit, a solitary beacon of frantic, desperate calculation.

As her mother and sister looked around snobbily, Whitney sighed in defeat and waved Marie over. Pizza for everyone it was. She couldn't have asked for a worse evening if it came flambéed on a silver platter. ******************** | Hollis | No wonder Whitney just picked up one day and moved across the country. These people are something fucking else! Hollis thought to herself as the night wore on.

"What? You're letting her mooch off of you?" Roman purses his lips. "It hasn't been a day since she stayed in the apartment. What do you mean by mooching off? Plus she's a little thing." "That's why they're called parasites." "I'm right here," Mia interjects. She lets out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm well aware of that." Clearing his throat, Roman gives Ava a warning look, before turning to Mia. "She's usually charming with her words. I don't know what's gotten into her."

She leans back on her knees straddling my waist her hands on my chest. I need more and crave more. Which is indicated in my eyes because Em nods in response. We slowly align and then move against each other and fall into a steady rhythm. It’s a beautiful tantalising experience, a moment I will capture and replay forever. Not for the sexual nature but for how our love is evident in each movement and action. The kisses, the touches, the moans, the eyes, the love is there as clear as day. We both met the peaks at the same time but are interrupted by the door flying open. I know who it is, we both do. It’s not the worst but not the best either.

The bright street lamps outside made it look exceptionally beautiful. "Look. It's starting to snow." All traces of sleepiness immediately vanished for both Dylan and me. Dylan hugged me tightly from the back as we both admired the first snow falling outside the window. Then, he whispered into my ear, "I love you." Everything was so breathtakingly perfect, transcending all worldly chaos and strife.

My girlfriend had spent three years chasing the one who got away. The night before our wedding, the two of them trashed her bride's dress together. I wanted to call it off. She just laughed it off. "I only wanted to make sure I wouldn't regret my youth. From now on I'm all yours, so can't you be a little generous about it?" So I turned around and prepared a grand gift for them instead, wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Later, she came back crying, begging me to forgive her. I held up my hand and let my wedding ring catch the light. "Sorry. I'm married."