Chalk Outline Novels & Stories

No matter how hot this guy was and how much she wanted to- "This," he said holding up her pen. Oh, shit. She had forgotten that the people of this area, used quills. "Uhm, ah, it's....it's....it's something that helps me with my time of the month," he immediately dropped it and Trix expertly caught it. "And that's what I used to write done my dates. It's a period journal," she continued. "But is empty," he said disgusted, shoving it once more into her hand.

“That’s… new.” “Don’t,” Cade warned, voice low. “Don’t talk about it. Not yet.” Inside, the hall smelled of bleach and fresh paint. Maintenance crews had scrubbed away every trace of the disaster. The Council’s insignia hung from banners across the atrium, bold and gold and fake. A holographic announcement scrolled overhead: CAMPUS REINSTATEMENT PHASE 2 – ALL STUDENTS REPORT FOR RE-ORIENTATION Cade’s jaw clenched. “They cleaned it up fast.”

Tell me. Chloe carefully unrolled a large sheet of paper on the grass. It showed a big vision board full of drawings, paint colors, and little notes in her nice handwriting. This is my dream gallery, Chloe said with excitement, her cheeks a bit red. A gallery for local artists, a place where anyone can show their art, no matter their background. Michelle sat next to her, looking at the drawings closely. Chloe, this is amazing. I thought maybe... one day, Chloe said softly, when I have enough money, when I feel brave enough.

Chloe's POV The classroom was loud. The teacher was writing on the board, the chalk squeaking against the surface. Chloe sat in the back, arranging her grey pencils in order of darkness. The order was important. The darkest pencil was for the foundations. The lightest was for the details. The structure required both. A group of children at the next table kept looking at her. Whispering. The sound was a low, persistent hum, like the vibration of a cracked beam. Chloe ignored them. She had work to do.