Backwards B Novels & Stories

Nothing happened. "She thought out everything to its finest detail." Angela smiled as she climbed back into the car. "Where are we going? We can't just go back. It doesn't make sense why your mom would block off this tunnel?” Angela reversed and aligned the car, "What are you doing?" And drove, the car's bumper aligning to the horizontal light, a green light flowered across the horizontal light. It was like it was scanning a QR code at the bottom of the car. The door then slides backward, opening up a way to the freeway. The freeway was the same road Angela used to pass every day. She never recognized the closing because there was another road over that exit, leading and that exit spiraling

I started the car and merged into the rushing traffic. In the rearview mirror, that intersection grew smaller and smaller, finally fading into a blurred dot, disappearing entirely. I pressed the accelerator. Before me lay my own path, limitless and unbound.

"The Dry Salvages. It uses a line about lavender that would fit our cause, too." "I'll have to look it up." Mom's lips twisted in thought. Peyton's gaze drifted. "The future is a faded song, a royal rose or a lavender spray of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret, pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened. And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back. You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure. That time is no healer. The patient is no longer here."

her mother, answered. I laughed. She's really into the bald thing. She glared at me. I clicked my tongue she can’t stop scratching her back. "Can you stop scratching your back? Your tummy is getting exposed!" Oh, yeah! I'm really conservative when it comes to Wrightwood Sisters and this girl doesn't know how to listen. "Ma, can you look at my back? I think there are hair fall that stocked on my back." she asked her mother. I saw Mama was doing something so I pulled her closer to look and see her back. "There are no hair falls at your back; you are just scratching for nothing." I said.

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

His father Alec stood there with a big scowl on his face. Just below his eye was a small cut where the ring had caught him. He staggered backwards, clutching his face, eyes watering. " you are a fucking disappointment, your grades are the worst, " his father threw the papers on his face and left him in his small room compared to his siblings. He looked at his hands, clenched them and tried to fight back the backstabber tears. He got B+. With his hard work. He didn't bully others to get them to do his homework, unlike his brother, his brother cheated and still managed to get a C.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

… The moment I hung up, Landon hugged me from behind. He rested his chin against my neck and rubbed it slightly, but said nothing. I couldn't help but smile. "What's wrong?" He asked, "Christine, will you go back?" I wondered, "Back where?" "To Gold City." I answered, "I don't have plans to go back for the moment, but who knows in the future? It's not like I've done anything shameful, so why can't I go back? My home is still there." Landon went silent again.

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m