Artie Smalls Novels & Stories

“Yes, Sir.” “I’m Artie, don’t call me sir.” Dooley noted. “I’ll give you minimum wage now. I need help lifting furniture, taking care of the room and honestly just need a break from this place. I’ve been running it alone for over thirty years.” “I can do that.” He gave me a curt nod. “Okay. Come by tomorrow when you have a chance, and I’ll have a schedule ready for you.” “Thank you, Sir.” Artie left without another word. Something about his silence and bluntness settled well with me. I liked him.

I was satisfied with the fact that I got the opportunity to see him. “I could tell you about him if you want," she muttered looking at me with so much care. “Tell me everything I need to know about him," “Artie is a very smart kid. He loves puzzles and brain teasers. He started to talk when he was one. he loves ice cream vanilla flavor to be precise. Ah, there is this girl he likes from his school but they are apart now. We came down to this place, she is the girl who you saved at the amusement part…" she went on while I sat listening to her every word. I was glad she felt it was necessary for me to know our son Artie to establish a close relationship with him.

The adult age in my previous life was 21. The next day, the Elder Healer was so busy tending to Athea. But she still refrained from letting me help directly. I can only help her brew the herbs needed for the treatment. A few days later, Athea miraculously survives despite the huge loss of blood with the help of the Elder Healer. As soon as she can regain her strength a week later, a tribunal trial is held against a male youngling who claims to be her lover named Arvad.

"Oh, my God! It really is only 1,300. Not 130,000? Nancy, why would you tell such a lie?" "We trusted you so much. I can't believe you played all of us like this." "If Jessica hadn't stood her ground, she would've taken a huge loss." The blood beneath me kept spreading. The sharp pain in my abdomen made my whole body tremble, and I could barely stay upright. However, I clenched my teeth, braced myself against the edge of a table, and forced myself to stand. My eyes turned icy as I looked at Nancy and Erick. Erick stared at the screen, his face pale as paper. His lips trembled, but he could not form a complete sentence.

Someone took a step next to Celia as she tried to lug a giant piece of metal to Xolo, and she stopped, turning slowly. Artie stood there, body slicked with mud, but a backpack in his grasp. He grinned at her, and though he was taller than her, he acted more of a child than she did. "Artie, why aren't you with Rowan and Jackson?" Celia asked, as she placed the metal thing on the floor. "I was and then I caught the smell of this, and I thought it was your friend chopped up in pieces in a bag." he replied, shaking it's contents out. Cans and cans of food and water dropped down, two rolled up sleeping bags falling neatly next to it.

"Waiting for what?" Jessica shrugged. "I don't know." The man smiled. "Good answer." Jessica laughed. "I don't think it is." "It is." He looked back at the painting. "Art becomes boring when every question has an answer." For a moment neither spoke. Then he extended his hand. "Henri Beaumont." Jessica shook it. His grip was firm. Steady. "Jessica Jane." The man's eyes widened slightly. "The scholarship student." Jessica blinked. "What?" Henri smiled.

As they shared stories and dreams, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the serendipity of the moment – a chance encounter in the heart of the pulsating nightlife. In the midst of their conversation, Lisa returned briefly, excitement radiating from her. "Aria, I've got to run! My girlfriend just arrived, and I promised her a dance. Enjoy your night, okay?" With a quick hug and a playful wink, Lisa disappeared once more into the swirling crowd. Left to her own devices, Aria and Nate continued their animated conversation. The club's atmosphere seemed to shift, and the once intimidating space transformed into a vibrant tapestry of shared moments and burgeoning connections.

Anu gazed at me with questioning looks. "You won't be able to see anything unless you have your eyes checked up."I taunted again before pushing him out of my way and headed to the pool. "Mother, father please come here quickly."Anu called. "What's the matter dear?" Mother asked the moment she came outside. "Artie. She has been acting strange since the time we arrived here. Am starting to worry about her behaviors."he started. "And why did you call us here?" Mr Smith asked. "Artie jumped into the pool. She was saying that she wants to save the old man who had jumped into the pool."

All, that is, except one. "Wanda?" a male voice called out, unsure. "Wanda, is that you?" Tansy turned at the sound of the voice, noticing a small man—no more than five-and-a-half feet tall—with dark hair and a portly belly staring at Wanda in disbelief. Wanda turned, her eyes going wide. "Artie? Oh my god, Arthur!" She rolled over and pushed herself to her feet, racing toward the man and throwing her arms around him. "Oh god, how I've missed you," she said, tears filling her voice as well as her eyes.

I replied. "My name is Miss Hampton. I own You Wellness Spa & Resorts. I've been searching for new artwork to feature in my massage rooms." she replied. Wow, I have heard of that resort. A friend told me the packages start at five hundred dollars per hour. I'm pleased to share the inspiration behind this creation. It centers on a bird that defied the odds and overcame obstacles and negative feedback from others. Despite feeling angry, the bird channeled that emotion to fuel her determination and emerge victorious over any challenge in her way.