Blessings In A Backpack Novels & Stories

"These paths are never easy. You have carried more than most could bear." I didn't know what to say. Instead, I bowed my head, letting gratitude speak instead of words. She didn't ask for anything in return, no gifts, nor praise. Instead, she handed me a small black bag of dried herbs and whispered, "For strength. For the days ahead." But then, we couldn't leave without the things we brought for her, although she insisted on not taking them. She took them later on. The ride back to the pack was quiet, but it was a peaceful kind of quiet.

Some asked me how I was doing, and I replied that everything was fine on my end. Mom and Dad prepared a grand feast for me. They stayed home for a couple of extra days before leaving for their work again. From that day on, a mountain of gifts would appear at my front door daily. They were all sent by Joseph. Frustrated beyond belief, I threw all of them away. I wondered if Joseph didn't understand what I told him. All he had to do was leave me alone. I would shine like a star in this life, and didn't want to get involved with useless people. Perhaps realizing that I was throwing them away, Joseph eventually stopped sending the gifts.

“Yeah, we’re working on it, you know. I’d like to eventually work up to taking him out three evenings a week, maybe. Just casual stuff, you know, like going for ice cream or for a walk.” “That’s amazing.” “Well, when it works, it is. But it’s hard, you know. Takes lots of planning and organization.” “Yeah?” “Oh, yeah.” “Like how?” “Well, we had some hits and misses with taking Noah out, but I finally found a thing that he can latch onto when he feels unsafe. I introduced a backpack into the whole thing, and he loves it.” Jax cocked his dark head at her. “A backpack?” “Yeah. He packs up his favorite stuff – his Sudoku puzzles and pencils, his baseball cards – and I give him a juicebox, and th

“The memory loss is total. She does not know the forest.” Matthew looked back at Betty, a tight, forced smile stretching across his scarred face. “We met briefly, Miss Betty. In the woods. You... you did me a great service. Please, take the satchel. Take the backpack too.” Betty picked up a heavy leather backpack, running her fingers along the thick straps. “I want one that is comfortable. Something that stays secure when I shift into my wolf.” Matthew nodded quickly. “This one has the chest harness. It will not slip when the bones change.”

Leo reasoned. Morning arrived and they were ready with their backpacks. "Leo," Alex called. "Umm?" "Why is your backpack so...plump?" He asked, looking suspiciously at his backpack. Leo had strictly warned them not to take any items that might cause imbalance in the world when left back in the past. They packed only canned food for safety and a few pairs of clothes. "Something you love to accompany us with." Leo smirked. Alex looked at him blanking for a while, wondering about the thing he wanted to accompany them. The way Leo smirked in the end he realized.

I reached in for a backpack I'd stashed in there last year, cringing as my hand caught cobwebs. The black bag was well worn and a little dusty from being hidden in the vent. I'd picked it up from a thrift store, along with a change of clothes in a style I normally wouldn't wear. A disguise. I'd stuffed the clothes in the bottom of the bag and then added more supplies on top, a spare wallet with some cash, and food that wouldn't go bad like trail mix, jerky, and packets of dried fruit.

He threw the bottles and sigh in relief. “Grab what you need, remember that your backpack isn't unlimited” Eddy warned, “Make sure you take only what's going to be useful. We have a long way to go and besides you know how hard is it to find a loaded store”. I stood up and pick some canned cookies, canned corn beef, and some bottle of water. Mel shoved a white soft item into her bag, as soon as our eyes meet, she smiles and walks to me.

“But why can’t you stay?” “I’ll be back. Just some things I need to take care of and I didn’t want to have my pack. Could get stolen out there. You know how it is. Always someone wanting what someone else has.” He was vague and it bothered her. “What’s in the backpack?” He ignored her question and then reached into his pocket. He pulled out a pill bottle and her stomach clenched. “I got these for you, Bethy. I know you need them sometimes.” Her heart began to pound when he slid the bottle across the counter.

A good, long bath should be at the top of my to-do list. I almost forget why I'm even standing next to him, but a swift kick to the head - mentally - snaps me out of my slump. Knife. I need something sharp and tasty. Turning away from him, I drop to my knees to browse the backpack. The first thing I see is a wallet, accompanied by sunglasses, disgusting socks and a ratty blanket. Lots of junk - playing cards, pens and a clean paintbrush. I stare at the brush for a minute, then take it in my hand. I could use this.