Elsewhere Novels & Stories

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Max looked at him. "Only for you." Nate froze. Max smiled. Micah blinked. Sarah glanced between them. Nate cleared his throat. "That's not what you meant." Max's smile widened. "Maybe it was." Nate walked away. Micah watched him go. Then looked at Max. Max was already pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. Micah frowned. Something was strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. ---------------------- Later that afternoon, Sarah found Micah alone. She was folding laundry.

Logan Me, the boss and Oliver left the girl. Okay, a few kilometers after I left him. I don't feel anything, that's natural. I feel that figure is only one function , I mean if you know about the world of computers. There is some programming code that is only used once, even though it works. But there is a condition where we have to leave Him. And earlier, I also thought the same way about that scary-faced girl. But, strangely, why can't I have the heart with Him after this time? Was it because he was an earthly and living being? I'm still thinking about the many possible branches that will happen in my head. Either I should go back and save him or keep walking towards the camp.

I just landed back to JHB, from my therapy sessions overseas, I up and left because of the pain I was getting on my legs, im glad I went because now I can walk using crutches on though hut it's a process as long I song over do it i' ll be fine. I miss my daughter so much, it don't help that I don't have Alexa 's numbers anymore, it's friday, so before going to check Alexa since she at home now I'm guess I haven't been in touch the two weeks I been gone but now that I am back it's time I take control of what's happening around me.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

"Asmara, you have to let her go," It's like I was sucked up back to reality when Amir spoke. "Right," I said as I wipe my tears. “I don’t know how it is you are so familiar to me – or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before – in another time, a different place – some other existence.” - Lang Leav

- goodbye I couldn't erase what he said from my mind, even after he was gone, he was the first person to speak in such a sweet way to me, That night, I kept staring at the moon, wondering if Jacob was doing the same, I missed him even after I got back into Max's arms, is it real? Or am I in love with someone else? Max's felt something strange about me so he decided to ask me about everything - does everything going well? - yeah for sure

In the sanctuary of my cosy living room, I sought solace in the corner table, a silent witness to the thoughts swirling within me. The piece of paper lay before me, bearing Erdem’s contact information. Its presence alone seemed to carry a weight that mirrored the complexity of my emotions. As I traced my thumb delicately over the inked words, a bittersweet sigh escaped my lips. The memories of our encounter, the subtle glances, and the fleeting connection, replayed in my mind like a tender melody. But amidst the gentle longing, there lay a sea of uncertainty and unanswered questions.

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It was a hotel bed. Ding! A new post notification popped up. Fiona had updated again. The caption read, "Saying goodbye to my youth." Gavin commented, "I hope he treats you well." I quietly closed my phone and rubbed my temples.