Book Little Mercies Novels & Stories

CALISTA'S P.O.V The unnatural silence in the living room pulsed like a heartbeat. Everyone— Me, Lucas, Alberto, Lilian by my side, her the other children, everyone stared at the little hazel-eyed girl She sniffed, her lips curving into a small, pain-filled smile. One moment she was standing at the far end of the grand living room, the next, she sprinted as fast as her thin legs could carry her and rushed over to my side, hugging my legs tight

“Maybe we should eat somewhere else, Maria.” Mercy opens the door to the bathroom and yells down the hall at the waiter, “Three menus. Table four.” Mercy smiles at Larissa, but it looks painful. “We have a table ready for you, ladies. You won’t find better burgers or margaritas anywhere other than Somewhere.” I don’t know what to say or do. Mercy straightens her shoulders and walks ahead of us. “Look, all I’m saying is no hard feelings. Give me your address, and I’ll mail you the day’s pay. Honest pay for a less than honest day’s work.”

She has slept here before, but not like this one. This time, it felt different. She agreed to stay with me awhile. Tonight, I wanted to make everything special. I wanted everything to be perfect. I had set up the living room with soft lighting, her favorite snacks on the coffee table and a cozy blanket draped over the couch, ready for our movie night. I didn't think that these little dreams of mine for us would come true. “Master Ethan, Ms. Amelia Jessica’s car has arrived.” Libby announced. I looked up from my phone, where I had been checking the time.

Emma lightly nudged my rib as she agreed with Christie. I blinked fast to stop my eyes from prickling, why it was prickling, I had no idea. I rubbed my fingers against it to stop the slight itch from increasing, it seems like I was about to cry from all the amount of love these friends of mine were showering on me when I could hardly repay them back at the moment. They honestly deserve more than someone like me, I wanted to voice exactly that out but decided against that, Christie and Emma would just launch into another long lesson about how important and precious I am and the rest.

Emily asked. Mercy sighed audibly and let her hands fall to her side. “It means allowing a person be, without poke-nosing.” She repeated as Emily had always taught her. “And what are you doing?” “But–” Emily hushed her with a finger in the air. “I–” “Beep.” Mercy lowered her head and let out another sigh. She drew nearer and Emily stepped aside, so David would collect his book from her. With Mercy's hand extended to him, David snatched the book from her hand and muttered a 'Stupid girl'.

"My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner He opened his eyes slightly, examining her face with a smirk. If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it She'd really take any chance to seduce wouldn't she? She opened her eyes, meeting his. He swallowed. My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

Uncle replied, and then he winked with a soft smile like mockery. The girl in the ebony sleeveless dress strides onto the boards holding a present the size of her palm. Behind her was another girl wearing a skirt and a short sweater, the two of them settle the gift under me and likewise greeted me with a wishful delighted birthday. My Father clenches my tiny wrist to pretend that I was thanking them and sending them a hello.

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

MIRA Pale light filters through the curtains, touching the edge of the world like a blessing. Jackson sleeps beside me, one arm stretched where I had been. His brow is creased, even in rest. He carries the war into his dreams too. But something in me is different. Quieter, and settled. Seeing everyone happy gives me hope. I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of my decision lock into place like a final puzzle piece. This doesn’t end with guns. It ends with mercy, it ends with truth, It ends with me. I won’t let this story devour another generation. I won’t let Nora grow up haunted by ghosts she never created.