Alone Novels & Stories

Saturday morning, I was alone in the production facility reviewing color corrections. I was attempting to do this work solo, which was stupid, because Eli and I had built this campaign together and making decisions about it separately was compromising the quality. But I was trying to maintain professional distance because I was terrified of pushing him further away. By noon, I admitted the approach wasn't working. I called Eli. "We need to do the final color review together," I said without preamble. "I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective."

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Nothing. *******

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

She's pregnant. Oh my God. ... (to be continued)

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

“ Yes, but I’ll do it, “ Parker mumbled “ I’m gonna head home. Make sure the rest of the clan comes home and doesn’t do anything, “ I exhaustedly said. I was tired from all of the acting to be friends. We all knew we hated each other. God, that’s why I came here in the first place. I wanted to pester them like an opened, infected wound. After what they—the omega—did to my mother, I’d do anything for them to feel the pain I felt every day with her gone. The war wasn’t over until only one race was left and that was just a fact. We were complete opposites: enemies. We hated everything the other did even if it was hypocritical. I could say that I wanted us to get along all day, but it wouldn’t h

In the end of her blabbering she didn't get any response. "Are you done?" Came the deep husky voice with Italian accent and heart skipped a beat.