Crossed Out Words Novels & Stories

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

Inside it was a note with a few words written on it. The words were written in a dark, dry, brown color that made my stomach twist violently. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED, CUNT!

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.

But when my gaze fell on his cartoon avatar, a wave of disgust filled me. The next second, I scrolled past Xavier's message, found my conversation with my superior, and typed, "I'll accept the outstation transfer, even if the post is abroad."

And looked. The pink lily across her back was lush and vibrant; she could almost catch the scent of its delicate petals as they unfurled. The leaves were a cool, dark green, the pollen was a warm gold. She looked hard, she really searched, but that ugly word that Gideon had inked into her back was hidden, it was gone, replaced by something breathtakingly lovely. Zoe had so cleverly used the lines and curves of those awful four letters to draw the petals and the leaves, and somehow she had completely covered over, erased, destroyed the word.

Different digits. The text reads: Switched numbers. Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Elena. Walk away while it's still your choice.

What was written on them wasn't medicine names. Numbers. Names. All crossed out. Ink faded to dead brown. 78.3%. 82.1%. 76.9%. 91.4%. The names varied. Some Omega. Some Beta. Some just code, nothing but letters and digits. Every single one struck through. The force of the lines had bitten into the wood, some of the paper punctured clean through. The last sign's ink was still wet. 99.7%. Name: blank. A shiver shuddered through my scent gland.

But he just didn't say anything about it. Neu didn't think that they should use all of that words one by one. So he tells them that maybe they should choose words that look like they got a connection with the sentence. They then discuss the words that they're going to use. It was not taking a long time for that and they decided that the words that they're going to use are 'Dream, happy, smart, and game.' There are just 4 words that they need to try so it will be easy for them. They then try using the word 'Dream' first since it was the only word that make the sentence sounds like it was good. Hikari then take out the tablet and try to unlock the password with the words 'Dream'

I leaned against the door slightly, elbow propped, head resting against my hand. No one had access to this car, except her. The note remained closed in my palm for a moment longer before I unfolded it. I stared at the messy handwriting. It was a list. Company names. Some I recognized, others were smaller firms, a few mid-tier advertising houses. Each name had been crossed out. Sometimes with one clean line. Sometimes scribbled out like the writer was irritated and dissatisfied. It was like watching someone chase a dream and kill it with every stroke of a pen.

Beneath the photos was a single line in neat handwriting: **“He’s already closer to your destruction than you think.”** No signature. Just that seal again. She stared at the note, then reached for her tablet. Without hesitation, she deleted her prepared keynote. The page went blank. Then her fingers started typing something new. She needed to start afresh again.