Different Not Less Novels & Stories

Not this time. Not ever.

Not plain Jane's like me. Not even negligibly so.

she murmured looking around. I looked at her, surprised by her comment. Sensing my confusion, she explained further. "Where I'm from, we have mating sticks too, the Lunara’s splice but nothing like this." I turned to her wholly to understand her better, seeing she had my attention, she continued.

He was seated on the opposite end of four older-looking men, all clad in a similar robe-like piece of clothing with a shade of dark and red. The noticeable feature that could differ all four men was their faces which had no way of looking the same. The casual outfit of a button-down shirt and faded jeans made him stand out from the four men who had different reactions to staring at him. One had complete neutrality, another looked calm, the next one exuded creepiness, and the last looked a bit worried.

meeting. -We come home Nicolas. I don't really have the mind to hang out with these rich kids talking to them about things they won't be able to understand. -Excuse me sir but you forget that you are as rich as them and even more than them! -Just Nicolas! I am rich. They are rich kids. There is a difference in the fact that I earned the money with my own hands while they inherit those from their parents. -I understand sir but it surprises me that between rich you sometimes denigrate yourself.

Di said. "Di! No one is normal. Everyone is different right. I mean we just think one person as normal and compare everything to that normalcy. So he is different but not abnormal." I said smiling and then looked at Khushal who have a deep frown on his face. "You know what? You should have been my elder sister." she said after few minutes. "So what will you do now?" I asked laughing. "Nothing! He is just not the type to apologize and it is better to forget that this even ever happened." She replied and Khushal showed his watch telling me that it is getting late.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

How can someone be able to differentiate between the boys since they're so identical? “My name is Nathan Johnson,” Nathan replied. “My name is Nathaniel Johnson,” Nathaniel replied. Lan Keith smiled and said “You've got cute names and I hope you are so cute intellectually” he teased, planting a featherlight kiss on their temples. “They're the most intelligent pupils in their class and genius on computers and software. They have won two medals in competition with other pupils from other schools and they've made us proud…” the headteacher proudly explained. If there are any pupils of that school that should be awarded scholarships, these two Johnsons should be the one. A real combination of in

Someone is out to get us- or should I say- take us out. While I have my eyes on the newcomers, I cannot lay blame on them when I haven’t seen any movement by them that I would regard as suspicious. They seem to have adapted well into my pack. But looks can be deceiving, I know. Sterned face, I stare at the Mohagany casket- not coffin. I’ve been to so many funerals that I have learnt the difference between caskets and coffins. how about that? A casket usually implies a rectangular- four-sided container with a hinged lid, whereas coffins have six sides to them, wider at the shoulder part and tapers tinner to the feet area, with a removable lid.

Not yet. Not ever.