Dust Novels & Stories

' So I sighed before clearing my throat and lifting my fist to knock on Maze's door. "What are you doing here?" Startled, I looked at Maze who's standing just a meter away from me. He's holding a pack of cigarette in one hand and a pack of mule on the other. He looked pretty wasted and I can see him still trying to keep his straight face. If I wasn't there a while ago, I will easily believe that nothing's wrong with him and he just wants to do his vices but then again, I am glad that somehow I am able to read through him. And I know that he's not okay. He just needs someone to remind him that it's okay not to be okay.

He fixed on houses and appliances. Kita looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Girl you might have let your future walked away. You gave that wack ass Damien a change. That man was too damn fine to turn down. If i wasn't married, I'll call his ass. I'm tempted to call him for you." She said with a shake of her head. "Girl bye. I don't need another man. I need my kids. And Hoe don't worry bout my kitty. I got enough toys to keep her satisfied. " i said with a laugh. We got up to walk to our cars.

She pulled on her yellow dress, a gift Xander gave her the last time he visited her and left for town; remembering to take the packet of fine substance with her. "This..." a man said as he inspected the substance Diane showed him. "...is dust." the man said as he picked a speck of dust out of the fine substance, making Diane laugh nervously, a little annoyed that he needed to point out the fact that her house was dirty. She hadn't the time or energy to clean due to her bouts of nausea and light headedness which kept her in bed most days.

It wasn't a sandstorm; it was a Data Blizzard. When the first gust hit us, the air screamed with the sound of a billion simultaneous dial-up tones. Tiny, microscopic fragments of silver silicon and polarized dust pelted our heavy cotton robes. Every time a particle touched my bare skin, a tiny flash of static electricity flared, hissing like a drop of water on a hot skillet. My black waveform tattoo didn't just throb—it became a lightning rod. Arcs of pale violet energy danced between the geometric lines on my skin, drawing the metallic dust toward my arm like iron filings to a magnet.

I stumble back but he doesn't falter. He swings. I duck. I kick his knee cap with as much strength as I can muster and he stumbles. I take him down hard into the dirt. My time in Skyless Keep has taught me grit and scrappiness. Maybe not the most impressive way of fighting, but it's effective. For a second it's just silence. Heart beating loudly in my ears. I don't move yet. I’m too afraid of what comes next. But then, movement. Not from my opponent though. From behind. I barely have time to turn before something slams into me.

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.

Have you forgotten the amount of money I've transferred you and the amount of gifts I've given you during every holiday, every anniversary? "I could’ve used all that money to buy a house or a car, but instead I spent it trying to make you happy! Even my parents are still living out in the countryside! "Now, you're saying that I'm stingy?"

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

"No. You didn't miss anything." I looked around. I held out my hand to him and he dropped the baby powder back. The powder wouldn't reach very far, so I dug out a few other items from my purse. I could actually see all the items now that we were lit up. I pulled out a chapstick, a pen, and USB stick. I chucked each one out another square in each direction. The pen and chapstick were never to be seen again, but the USB stick landed another square in front of me.

He just couldn't see it! "Since you believe in her so much, let's just get a divorce!" I bellowed. "The papers are on your desk—just sign them and get it over with!" Seeing that I was about to turn and leave, he rushed up to grab me before he knew it, but he wasn't controlling his own strength and ended up tearing open my suitcase. Everything inside fell out… but it was just a couple of worn clothes, academic certificates, and a black urn. Luca froze seeing all of that and dropped to a crouch, staring at the black urn. "What's this?"