Crossed Out Words Novels & Stories

She left a window cracked open, but Jared, who was chilly, shut it tight. That was a big mistake. When my mother-in-law got back from picking up leftover veggies at the market, both kids were on the ground, poisoned by the fumes. They did not make it even after being rushed to the hospital. If only my mother-in-law had not been so set on those leftover veggies, the kids might have had a chance.

We watched on, as tendrils of the light weaved together above the ax, forming words. “The Axe of Destruction has been returned. The offender's debt has been paid. Fire and ash will haunt you no more,” were the words before us, evey letter gently undulating in the air like a heat mirage.

It was only a piece of a torn notebook page, the writing smudged from dampness, but a single word stood out. Run.

Wrote it. I sometimes miss the version of you that I believed in before I understood it wasn't real. I know the difference. I'm not confused about what happened between us or why it had to end. But grief is not always logical and I'm twenty weeks pregnant and I apparently cried at a gender reveal party without meaning to, so I'm extending myself some grace on this.* She looked at the sentence. Picked up the pen. Crossed it out. Slowly and thoroughly, until the words were completely unreadable.

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.

And beside it, written in a different hand, one word had been scratched so deeply into the page that the paper had almost torn. Disputed.

he said into the phone, his eyes narrowing at my chart, "Lower the threshold. We need to see the anomalies before the banks do." He circled the word improve—the word I knew was wrong. He didn't just circle it, he drew a thick, angry red ring around it. Then he moved to the next line. He underlined a sentence where the grammar was messy. He crossed out a whole paragraph where my voice-to-text had messed up the meaning. Red marks started to fill the white paper like blood.

She didn't use her strength; she used her **Authority**. As the red bar reached them, she simply dragged her fingertip across it in a sharp, diagonal motion. Where her finger touched the red light, the Vespera ink followed, **crossing it out**. The massive defense mechanism didn't explode; it simply had a line drawn through it. It turned grey, lost its solidity, and drifted away like a discarded draft. "You can't delete what you didn't create," Elara whispered to the golden towers in the distance.

" She stamped her words with seriousness. I held back the tears that were tempting to roll out of my eyes. I laughed sarcastically, shocked at the unveiling of the true monstrous side of my sister, all for a useless man. "I totally agree with you." I chewed on my inner cheeks. "Thank you for everything you've done. I wish you goodluck in your life and I hope we never cross paths in any form from now on. I'll forever leave you since you don't want to use your brains and see the light and true ways of life. I hope to never see you and if we ever see each other, please let's walk away and act like complete strangers like you said.