Compose Unscramble Novels & Stories

The calendar on Nia's refrigerator had a new system. It had taken three attempts to get right Seren had opinions about color coding that needed to be incorporated and Darian had opinions about which days he could realistically commit to that needed to be honored, and between the two of them and Nia's own working schedule they had eventually arrived at something that actually functioned.

They were bonded. It didn’t matter if you took them apart, shoving them back in the box and leaving them separated for so long that you couldn’t even remember they were once so connected. Because once they came back together, that connection would still be there. They would still just click. Together, they fit. They were meant to be.

"How about some breakfast, Nysaa? It's important to keep your strength up." Nysaa, still somewhat disoriented and groggy from her experience, didn't even notice the journal or Dr. Ruiz's curious discoveries. She simply nodded in agreement, silently grateful for her therapist's support, and they continued to navigate the challenging journey of Nysaa's recovery together.

And with her family. I walked into the kitchen and started cracking eggs into a bowl. The house was quiet except for the sound of the whisk and the soft hum of the refrigerator. I made scrambled eggs the way she liked them, soft and creamy. I toasted bread and sliced fruit onto a plate. When I was done, I arranged everything neatly near the microwave and scribbled a note on a small piece of paper. “There is food in the microwave. Warm it up when you wake up. I will be back soon. Rest.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

TO: JUNIOR SIGNATORIES (CLASS C) FROM: SENIOR COUNCIL (CLASS A) RE: COMPRESSION AUTHORIZATION - DESIGNATION: UTTERANCE PURPOSE: SAFETY MEASURE. THE ENTITY DESIGNATED "UTTERANCE" (SERIAL: 001) HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS AN UNSTABLE CONSCIOUSNESS WHOSE UNCONTROLLED OPERATION POSES A RISK TO SOURCE CODE INTEGRITY. COMPRESSION WILL STABILIZE THE ENTITY AND PREVENT CATASTROPHIC REALITY FAILURES.

"Ok, time to make a list." He wrote on the paper in his hands To do list "Stop excuses and play softball." He spoke slowly, speaking with each word. "Demand a raise from Ross." He stared down at the second number. "Nah, that's probably never happening." He cancelled that. "Ok, what else? Oh, get a girlfriend." He looked at Jojo who was staring straight at him. "You're right, I can't get a girlfriend while looking like a loser, I need to change my wardrobe." He looked down at his note.

➳ Over the next week, Matthew had been very busy with the merging of the two Packs. At first, the majority of the other Pack was against this, but they slowly realized this new integration would mean more strength and better protection. They all began warming up to their new Alpha... especially the females.

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women