Crossed Out Words Novels & Stories

“That’s the most I have ever heard you say.” “And I greatly regret it,” she sighed, raising her right hand to her forehead with slight force. “Hey, don’t do that.” Slowly, Ceanna lowered her hand and turned to look at him pointedly. Another smile spread across his face as he admitted, “Yes, there I used ‘the voice’. I won’t do it again if you stop slapping your forehead.” Before she could respond, the bell rang and Mrs. Greens dismissed the class with a droll statement. “You are all free to go now. Just in time because I was starting to lose the happy couple in the back.”

There goes my plan. I don't want to go home though. But I don't have more friends. I take a U-turn and take the road which leads me to my house. As I park my car in the driveway, I see Leo watering plants in his lawn. "Hey," he says and I wave towards him. "What's up?" he says and comes near the fence. "My friend canceled on me," I sadly reply. "Oh, I'm free today. Wanna hang out?" "Oh, I'd love to but--"

"I think it's a bad idea." "With the way he is staring at you, you probably should." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the moment like this." "you didn't ruin anything. we can always continue from where we left off some other time. I'd like us to be friends if you don't mind of course." "certainly, I would love to." I gave him my contact and he kissed my cheeks saying later girl. I walked slowly to where Alex was standing but Peace stopped me in the midway.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

Then, slowly, red text bled across my vision, one word at a time. > Delete Host? The cursor blinked once. Twice. Waiting for an answer. And everything went still.

He'd crossed out four. He looked at the remaining two. Option five was asking Dani, which he'd already decided against. Option six said, in his own handwriting from two weeks ago: other. He'd written others because he hadn't been able to think of anything specific and had thought maybe the act of leaving space would generate something. It hadn't. He underlined it now, for no real reason, and sat looking at it until the word stopped looking like a word. Twelve thousand, four hundred and seventeen dollars.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

This is literally evidence of embezzlement. Aunt Sandra realized what she'd said and slapped a hand over her mouth. Wade panicked beside her and lunged for the controls to kill the stream, and accidentally flipped the camera. The lens swung around and landed on the back room. Products were stacked floor to ceiling with no labels or certifications. A handful of temp workers quietly peeled expiration dates off packaging and pressed on fresh ones.

In the gloominess of assassination and extremism, I suppose my personal question crosswords abruptly appeared disgracefully unimportant. "It's the same rules. When you unravel one word, the letters you insert to the criss-cross provide material that helps you to solve the decussate words. No?" "Certainly," she agreed impatiently. "That's the point of doing a crossword!" "Tina must have started with a clean framework -- a mass of totally mysterious communications, which made no common sense at all except if they expressed a top-secret significance. And it almost certainly didn't take her very long to start toying with the likelihood that particular words meant other words. When she worked out

Went to the photo again. His thumb found the delete button instead. Hovered there. "I can't lose anyone again," he whispered. His thumb pressed down. A prompt appeared. *Delete this photo?* He stared at it. At those words. Delete. Remove. Erase. Like she was never there. His finger trembled. Then clicked. *Yes.* The photo disappeared. Gone. Like it never existed. His face twisted. A sound escaped. Not quite a sob. Not quite a breath. Just pain. Raw. Ugly.