Anything Goes Novels & Stories

he shrugs "You're unbelievable" "Why thank you" "It wasn't a compliment" I frown walking to my closet to pick out another set of clothes" "Why is my closet locked Killian?" "Oh yeah I've got the key to that too, oops " he shrugs "Why do you have a key to everything, and why are all my closets locked?" "Because you're the worst person in the world, and I needed the key to lock away everything you love and cherish" "What do you want?, I just want my peace it's Sunday for flip sakes" I flop to the bed almost crying as my voice cracks with my last sentence

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱… 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻."

Her Grandfather picked her up, “Allah does everything for a reason, He doesn’t give us more pain than we can bear. He knew that your mother won’t be able to survive without your father, so He took her as well.” Tears fell from Aamiya’s mother’s eyes constantly. She had never thought that her children would lead a life of so little time. But there was also peace, knowing they were together. She couldn’t have imagined the pain of one if the other had gone.

I pulled my phone out of my clutch and checked the message. Norie: I am not there with you. But don't think of yourself alone. I am with you. Don't give up, Cassandra. You can do it. You can fight him. Don't forget, you are on the right path. You are just trying to save whatever you have worked hard to build again. Don't let him destroy you again. Instead, destroy him this time. I will eagerly be waiting for your reply. And I know it will be good news. Good luck and stay strong.

Alannah said, happy with the confidence echoing in her tone. She didn’t feel all that confident, but she was used to faking her emotions to create her desired effect. “Sorry, hon. We have a ‘do not disturb’ policy that’s strictly in effect. If your boss wanted to see you, then he’d have left you with a number. Even employers need time to themselves,” one of the girls said as if Alannah were nothing more than an annoyance in her otherwise perfect day. “Thank you for visiting our spa. Now, please exit the way you came in. Have a wonderful day,” Mr. Ken doll said before turning his back and continuing his conversation with another employee.

Anna tries to explain “So you are waiting for your mate,” Sharon ask to understand better. “ I use to, but now it seem like God has not created him.” Anna says with a glint of sadness in her eyes. “Anna you must wait for your special someone, Gordon is not the man I thought.” Sharon tells her, feeling sorry she fell for Gordon traps.

Matthew arrives in a few minutes and I let out a sigh of relief. “What’s up man?” He asks as he rushes into the conference room “Why aren’t you in your office?” He asks again, pushing my chair out of the conference room. I stayed quiet until we were back in my office and I run a hand through my face. “It’s all gone Matthew… everything is gone. I’m screwed!” I rant and he comes to stand in front of me “Whoa…chill out man, take a chill pill and explain to me what you mean by you’re screwed and everything’s gone” He states and I sigh.

When I move, I can file everything. I turn on the television, which is something I haven’t done in months, and just watch a movie. It feels like this is what I’ve been needing. Some R&R and self-pampering. When the realtor emails me back the paperwork I need to fill out and sign, I print everything out, careful to read every bit of information, and realize I need to get a few things notarized, which I’ll tend to tomorrow. I have time to get everything done, and I’m not going out in public today. Today, I just want to focus on me and my future. *****************************************

Not a single thing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gone, gone, all of it gone . Light filled the doorway of his office, a soft glow and a strange sensation of overwhelming peace, of contentment and rest, of kindness and . . . “NO!” The scream ripped from his guts. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” Despite the fact he felt nothing but acceptance, John Pinkerton screamed with all his might and threw the Magic Eight Ball at the soft glow filling the doorway of his office. The air of benevolence faded, leaving him with nothing but cold emptiness, crushing loneliness, and worst of all, despair.