Another 2001 Novels & Stories

My two pups are still underage and I won’t allow Masuzyo to hurt them to get to me. “Is there something I can find for you?” she asks. “No, thank you, just point me in the right direction.” She does and I go to the records room, going back two years. I think back, trying to remember the exact day. It was late fall. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground. October. I find the right year, then the right month. Before I find the file, I get a mind link from Atticus. ‘Luca, it’s her. The others are telling Alpha Masuzyo now,’ he tells me in the mind link.

I blink and try to focus on eating. "When are you going to flight back?" " I booked a flight tonight. I need to go back as soon as possible. Gracelyn and Greg, something happened to their baby." "What? They already have a baby?" "Can you please tone down your voice. You are getting everybody's attention." Ange whispered to me while holding my left ear. I didn't notice that she's already that close to me. "Okay fine. I am sorry. Can you now let go of my ear? It hurts." I winced.

I inserted my pen drive in Hredhaan's laptop and connected the laptop with the projector's cable. The white screen in front of the projector showed the picture of a man in his 50s. He was tall and had a great built with white hair. Even though he was in his 50s he looked strong. "Who is he?" Arjun asked. "Alex Walter," Dhruv replied.

Then I blocked that number, too. After sitting there in silence for a while, I realized that I had gotten sick of the views in Norhenn anyway. Phoebe was already tired of the strange food. We were about to head out when Andrew called me on video. He'd just gotten my college admission letter. He said seriously, "Be honest with me. Did you fight with Nathan? First, you insisted on going to the same college as him. Now, you're going to a different college and are traveling without him?"

"I have something to deal with in another world. I'll come back the day after tomorrow to take you home." The system's familiar mechanical voice sounded again. My vision blurred, my face drained of color. I forced a faint, bitter smile and answered softly, "I'll wait for you." Ten years ago, I chose to stay. I believed I could walk hand in hand with Jonathan Elroy until old age. I believed I would never again have anything to do with the system. Who would have thought that ten years later, we would still lose to reality?

December 25, 2011 Stephanie's Perspective The same old songs we're exploiting the city, fireworks were giving light to the skies and roads. I and my mom were watching and listening to them as we drink our wines, sitting comfortably outside our house, near the pool, relaxing and enjoying how people welcome the day of Christmas. *Beep* I heard my phone's ringtone, I got my phone that was placed on the table right next to me. [You have one message received from: Idiot]

I shared the photos from all the countries I'd visited over the years with my mother, hoping that in some way, in that other world, she could feel the joy we shared. Douglas and I settled in Crannellie. Six months later, my beloved daughter was born. Around the same time, I received a message from a friend. After Ross recovered, he sold his company and disappeared to Effucca. No one knew where he had gone. Laurel was sentenced to prison, and it seemed she would spend the rest of her life behind bars. The day Laurel was incarcerated, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a picture of the vast Effucca plains, with wild buffaloes galloping across the grasslands.

Whitney remained silent. Nine months later,, Whitney one more push. You are almost there. The doctors encouraged her. She had already pushed countless times .She was sweaty and tired already. " Mmmmmmm!" She pushed so hard this time.She took a deep breath and pushed again this time crying so loud. " Oooh! It hurts " She said, " One more time " The doctor said Whitney pushed, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks when she heard the cry of her little baby.

The jotter had a pen attached to it, in which she intended to use in quoting down Joe's statement. She also placed her phone on recording mode to get a voice note. “Argh ugh” Joe cleared his throat and looked around the room for perhaps what he could call a clue to the answer to the question. “You may begin talking” Genevieve gave him a go ahead. “I don't really remember much about myself. All I can tell you is that I am eighteen years old. “That is the only thing you could recall?” Genevieve repeated. “This will be quite a bit hard” Genevieve confessed.