Crk Novels & Stories

Caleb stepped up and put out a hand, stopping the door. An old lady’s face appeared in the crack, stern and annoyed. “I’m sorry, folks, but we are closed for the day,” she said. “Come back tomorrow if you like.” “Forgive us,” Caleb said gracefully, “but we need just a few minutes. I’m afraid we cannot return tomorrow.” “It’s five after five,” she snapped. “We close at five. Every day. No exceptions. Those are the rules. I can’t keep this place open for everyone who comes in late. Like I said, if you want to come back, come back tomorrow. Good night.”

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

"So, Kristen, where are you from?" Uh-oh. Here comes the questions. Jesse looked at Kristen, turning skittish and apprehensive. She lightly squeezed his arm and gave him a confident smile, as if telling him that everything's fine and she can handle it. K turned her eyes to Joel. "I'm renting a small apartment in Williamsburg," she started. "I work at ICPM, they offered me a job after I interned for them during last year of college. But I'm still planning to apply for a post-graduate degree in Cooper Union come spring next year."

I can tell that something is on his mind. “What’s up, man?” I ask Dru. “After learning about Jaidyn’s master plan last night I did some background checking on Kyaria. Her record is clean. I did find that she graduated from college with a major in photography and graphic design as well. Seems she is quite the talented artist.” Dru explains.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

My voice cracked. “We’ll never know that unless we—” The sound of glass shattering filled our ears. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Don’t worry, it’s the neighbour next door, He’s always either breaking stuff or yelling at someone, it can be really annoying sometimes.” Jared muttered and his lios pursed in a line for the millionth time that day. “I’ll go check it out to ensure it’s not something serious though.” He added as he stood up and walked out the door,

I scream all the fight has left my body as Cera holds me up. "Xavi! Xavi, no! No no no no! Let me go! Please let me go! Xavi is hurt!" I yank and pull until I almost fall. Cera's hot tears fall on my face and shoulders as she clutches me to her chest. There's another yelp and a growl. Then someone or something is thrown against the door. We all watch as a crack forms at the bottom of the door and slowly inches its way to the top of the door. Another hit to the door has a second crack forming. At this rate one more hit to the door will have it shattering into a million pieces.

Rachel What's the best way to forgo everyone and everything that hurts you, for me, it is to get drunk. I don’t normally like to drink alcohol because it makes me lose my mind, and I don’t like the fact that something has this kinda effect. If anything I like the most is being sober. So I don’t make any rash decisions that I might regret in the future. But today it's different, for just one day I want to be free, not caring about anything else in life. I don’t know what the morning brings for me but I wanna enjoy being out of control for once.

BROOKS I knew Crystal was going to try to get out of this date once she saw the place. From what I have seen since I met her, she is a simple girl. I know she would be happy eating wings or even a burger but I need to show her that she is worth more than a 6 dollar meal. I need to show her I am going to do my best to give her what she deserves. I love her and I don't ever want to lose her. She is my reason for being a better person and I know if I was to lose her again, I would probably end up worse than I was when I met her. I know I would end up drinking again and wouldn't be able to stop myself.

Now it looked like his plans were gonna have to change. "Hey there." The sweaty overweight man came forward with his hand outstretched. "You must be Kyle; I'm Clarence Mayburn, pleasure. How you doing, Mr. Clancy? It's been a while. Sorry to hear about your wife." He shook the other man's hand and waited while he unlocked the gate in between his verbal back and forth with gramps. Kyle and gramps hopped back into the truck while Clarence pulled up the rear and followed them down the drive that had to be at least a thousand feet long. The place had a calming feel about it, like it was waiting to welcome him home. He couldn't wait to bring Kerry here.