Novel & Cerita Almost Maybes

"Well, I can't keep calling her Maybe Baby. She'll be coming soon, and I think Mayble sounds sweet. Do you not like it?" "No, I think it's a nice name as long as she isn't bothered by the nickname it's derived from." "She was my Maybe Baby—that's not weird. Mayble will appreciate the sentimental nature of her name. It's something cute we can tell her when she's old enough to understand." David settles in and beckons me closer. "I think Mayble is my favorite name so far. It's much better than Luci spelled with an 'i.'" "You're right. That wasn't my best suggestion."

“There are big ships and small ships, But the best ship of all is friendship” ~ Unknown. “I hope my daughter isn't stressed for today's exam.” Joshed (to engage in banter: joke) my father. “Nope! No stress this time, I’m super confident for this one, I’ll not let you down at any cost” “Well, I hope so honey, Because I’ve been hearing this for a long time now”, Said my father with a sarcastic laugh.

“It was nothing. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of each other in the future.” So maybe DESC wouldn’t go as horribly as she envisaged. Maybe all she needed was to be a little optimistic and open-minded about the outcome. Maybe she should. . .well, she had no idea how that statement should end. But maybe, just thinking 'may be' is enough for now. What could go wrong?

“Ma​ybe tha‍t’s all it was.” ‌ “Maybe,”⁠ I replied. But it didn’t feel like‍ may‌be‌. It felt like s⁠omethi​ng e⁠lse. Something delibe​rate. I stepped back from the ta⁠ble sl⁠ightly, my mind alre‍ad‍y moving ahead. “Maintai⁠n p‌ositio‌n,” I said. “No one s‌tands down‍ yet.”​

I want him to feel that I’m not lying to him and that I just want to say sorry. Hopelessness caught up to me and I ended up throwing my phone onto the mattress. Maybe Ambrose just needs some time to think and clarify his thoughts. Maybe he needed some time to feel all of the pain that I’ve dealt. Maybe he needed some time to adjust or perhaps to reset. It was pretty hard to just think about possible scenarios without really having a full grasp of the situation. Nevertheless, I’m going to put all of my coins on every maybe that I could possibly think of. Maybe he was just sleeping and that he’ll respond as soon as he wakes up and see my messages. Maybe he’ll come around to his senses later to

Just then, my phone vibrated on the coffee table and I bent over to pick it up. 'FYI, I'm not disappointed.'- Theo. What did he mean by that? Was he not disappointed that I was his neighbor or? Does he think I'm hot?

"Are you not the one that said I should take my studies seriously so I can become a great woman in the future?" May mentally rolled her eyes. "Yes, but that's not exactly what I meant. You have to limit the number of books you read in a month, it might change your sense of reasoning from some aspects." May stood up, dusting away the imaginary dirt off her basket gown. "I should go for a walk? Really, Maryam? This is Nigeria and you're talking to me like we are agemates." May shook her head. "It's not like its a bad thing but," she trailed off, finding the right word and wrinkling her nose. "It's weird."

Riley picked up a pencil and wrote a tiny note in the margin. DO NOT MENTION AIRPORT. “You don’t need to write that!” “What if I forget?” “I’m worried that’s the only thing you’re going to remember.” ◇ Ten minutes later, Riley was facedown on the table. “Why do all these last names sound the same?” “They don’t.” “Reed, Reeves, and Reese should not be next to each other.” “That’s a coincidence.” “Whoever wrote this test is mean.” “This is not a test.” “So it’s okay if I get them wrong?”

Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.

"Of course, it's my pleasure, Anna..." I lowered my head, bringing my face closer to her who was waiting for me impatiently. How would she react tomorrow if she recalled her barbaric behavior today. Shy? Sad? Or feel ripped apart? Huh... It’s your fault if you choose to play with me, because I'm not as weak as you think. -00-