Crooked Letter Novels & Stories

Off-limits obviously means arousing as fuck to me. "Alright," I hold up the marshmallow I put on a stick to Riley. "Hold this over the flame and let it get nice and toasted, burnt if you want. When it's done, we'll stick it in between this chocolate and a graham cracker. That's a s'more." "It's good," Hadley reassures her. "You'll like it, I promise." I grip my hand over her small one to help her hold it steady. Her look of concentration reminds me of Hadley and I can't keep the smile off my face. "You want it toasted or burnt?"

“Good—because having a map that just says map isn’t very useful.” Ivy’s observation was agreed upon quickly by the rest of the group. “Right. I was stumped. So, I looked at the picture more carefully, and I realized the letters were not straight cuts. Some of them were curved where they shouldn’t be. They didn’t look quite the same as they would if they were simply renditions of the letters.” She paused, and no one took the bait this time, so she continued. “They were made of numbers! Each letter is made up of a different set of numbers.”

"You assumed you had found the passage to the light." "It doesn't matter anyway. We have got nothing now—" "Not if we take a look deeper. Come and take a look at the four people staring at Alger." Michael drew closer. "If you look at the first person by the left, his body is shaped like an English alphabet." "That is the fourteenth letter of the English alphabet. N!" Michael declared. "Good. Now, take a look at the second person." "He is shaped like the letter, I." "And the third?" "C."

Clearly Mike had attempted to write something in the maze, hoping the large letters would remain in place. While true, the letters shifted back and forth between similar shapes. Lower case "a"s transformed into curvy "e"s, and Lily had to hold her stomach when she found nearly half a mile of stone with poorly spelled iterations of the word "penis." What the hell had Mike been up to?

as I am in myself. I straighten my school uniform and mutter as my actions crumble the paper a little. I don't want him to think I tried to hide my shame from him. I would never do that. Suddenly, the paper begins to deteriorate in my hands, and I gasp. I run for his study, but no matter how hard I push my legs I can't seem to move faster. The paper with my shameful marks is almost gone and I won't be able to present my grade to him. He will think I lied on top of falling short.

I am writing this letter so I can inform you that I’ll be waiting inside with the teacher. Ps: Tell your family that I wish them a cheerful holiday. Best regards, August, I finished reading the letter and examined the circled and capitalized words. I was able to understand the cryptic letter since Raverine had studied its structure and codes already. The “May” was intentionally capitalized but that doesn’t mean that the letter was written in May. Rather…

Aluxious rolled the broken arrowhead between his thumb and index finger. His brows almost touched with a permanent frown on his face. He sniffed the poisoned tip that now contained his dried blood. It was the pattern of the handmade arrowhead that drew his attention. That design so intricate, it stroke a sense of nostalgia. He couldn’t put his finger on that particular memory. He had seen it before. The elegant petals of the flower he didn’t know the name of stood out like an emblem.

he exhaled, a warm feeling going through his body as he heard her voice after what seemed like forever. "Well," she crossed her arms over her chest, her face straight. He blinked, unsure of what to say. "Annie, I'm so sorry." She frowned a little, "You messed up." Leo nodded quickly, "I know. I know I did and I should have never read those letters because I know they were per-" Annie shook her head, cutting him off, "Not because of the letters. Well those too." Leo gave her an odd look, "Then... messed up with what?"

Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call. Maybe they didn't hear the ring. You gave me your number last time you came with Ms. Brooklyn for project work, so I thought about calling you here. I am sorry if I- " "No, it's okay. I am glad you called me, sir." I try to force a smile at him, but after noticing him smuggling to unlock the door with the keys in his hand, it rips the air from me. He even types the digits on the keypad, but the result remains the same. "What's wrong?"

His shirt was made of cotton and it was so soft and it had his name embroidered on its collar. The cold water had washed away the sleep from my eyes, so I found my way to the living room. Timi was sitting on a chair and sipping something from a glass. When he noticed my presence, he invited me to sit by him. He took out a glass from the cupboard and poured some of the whiskey he was drinking for me. I spotted a scrabble board so I challenged him to a game and he accepted on the condition that if he won, I had to kiss him. When it came to scrabble, I was a guru. I always lost other board games like Chess, Ludo, checkers and monopoly but I had never lost a scrabble game since I was twelve. So