Beatty Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

—Don't worry, you'll see, my love, look, the bus is coming! Alicia said, abruptly changing the conversation. They got on the bus, where the journey was silent; when they reached their destination, they practically ran off because it was 5 minutes before 8:00 in the morning, which was the start time of the elementary school where her little girl was in the second year. Alicia ran with April who, when they reached the entrance, gave her a small kiss on the forehead and, on the way to the entrance, April, from afar, said goodbye to her, blowing her a kiss from a distance.

Anyways, when I get to school tomorrow, I'll investigate this case starting from suspect number four. Presently, time flew as I spent it reading that diary, searching for my phone and thinking about who took it. It was evening now. I looked at the clock, and it says fifteen minutes after seven. Sam comes back by eight. I was hungry now, so I headed downstairs to have dinner. I could only hope my mum's mood is still the same, or better still, she was in her room.

_Thump. “Good,” Adrian said. 69 BPM. First time under 70 in 57 days. “Now we’re done. No more cards. No more ‘no.’ No more letters. 8 days. We prep. We testify. We go home.” _Click._ *5:44 PM. [SFX: FIREPLACE. THEN PAPER. THEN ASH.]* Living room. Fireplace. Not cold. June. Malibu. 71 degrees. Fire anyway. Me. Adrian. Alex. Susan. Twins. Bear.

Be the witness, Yana. I am not afraid of those words again, even how much he threw threats and warnings at me, I will not have any second thoughts on checking everything out. If I have this role in this world of being the sole witness, then be it. Even if people would not believe in me, so be it. Right now, I cannot afford to be scared anymore. THE END. ---

Coordinates… twelve degrees north, forty-one degrees west… anyone who can hear this. I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of cruel trick? I turned the dial, adjusting the frequency, desperate to catch the rest of the message. Deja vu was hitting me like a tone of bricks. '…repeat, this is New Haven. We are accepting survivors. Safe shelter…'

“You’ve said so much, but I still don’t understand what this ‘system’ is.” I turned back to the camera and flashed a sweet smile. “Babes, now let’s try 180 degrees Fahrenheit!” With that, right in front of her, I turned the temperature dial three notches to the right. It turned from 150 degrees Fahrenheit to 180 degrees Fahrenheit. The digital display emitted a cheerful “beep.” Rena let out an inhuman wail. Every muscle in her body tensed instantly, as if she had been struck by an invisible sledgehammer. All that came out of her mouth was a broken, stuttering plea. “I... please...”

But he didn’t even know about me… I’m so freaking confused and stuck in my own head. That is it, it has been confirmed, I am losing my damn mind, I can’t stop thinking about Beckett King. The hot firefighter, the sweetest guy I’ve ever come into contact with, I’ve never met another guy who is as sweet and as caring as he is. sometimes it feels so unreal how can anyone be like that.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

The section should make it intentional. He looked at the radiator. The radiator was at forty centimetres from the floor — the old cast iron radiator, the original library heating, positioned at the height it had always been. He thought about the forty centimetres. He thought about the sill height — the coastal east window at forty centimetres, the everywhere-at-once at the level of the attending face. He thought about the radiator at forty centimetres as the warmth at the level of the attending child — the honest warmth at the honest height, the body given warmth where the body was.

Beck’s voice barked out orders as the engine roared awake, its lights washing the lot in violent flashes of red. She didn’t even remember buckling herself in before they were tearing down the street. The night air was cold and sharp against her face as the wind howled through the cracked window. Flames were already visible from blocks away, licking at the roof of a four-story building like a hungry animal. People were standing outside barefoot in their pajamas, clutching blankets, faces streaked with smoke and fear. “Fourth floor,” Beck said as they jumped out. “We’ve got reports of someone still inside.”