Elwood Curtis Novels & Stories

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

He staggered backwards and crouched to the floor as his ears rang. Then he turned towards the familiar voice. "You almost killed me, Greg!" "I didn't mean that," Greg said. A man in his mid-fifties. He had greying hair and dark eyes. He was of average height and he donned a white lab coat that was reaching his knees and under it, he wore blue jeans and a plaid short-sleeved blue shirt. Greg, also known as Dr. Greg, the latter was the term he was often referred to as. He was a research doctor and a friend of Governor Silas.

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

Along the way he asks me how old I am but ignores it when I ask him the question back, he asks if I go to school and I ask him what he does for a living again only to be ignored. When we reach the corner of Elms and Pine I look both ways before stepping off the curb to cross the street "Hey, uh Harper" he says and I turn around to look back at him, he shacks his head and says nothing so I turn back around feeling disappointed and continue my walk home.

Curtis scolded him with a raspy voice, "Stop crying like a girl and help me put on some medication. Yvonne's going to be back soon." "What's going on?" Yvonne asked. The two turned around to look at her. Curtis panicked and tried to stand up, but he pulled on his wound and slumped back down on the couch in pain. Lloyd hadn't been able to wipe his tears away in time, so he looked at Yvonne with watery eyes. "Mark went to look for Mr. Elvin today at the kindergarten." Yvonne was stunned. "Where's Elvin?" "He's fine, but … Curtis got beaten up."

She says as she sits next to me and holds my hand. “Okay I guess you are right.” I say. “Wow, you listen to her in a go but not to me even after I begged and pleaded. This is unbelievable.” “Well, she is listening to the boss.” Eleanor says as she snaps her fingers. “You. Are. Not. My. Boss.” Lucas enunciates each and every word.

she smiled. “Thanks, grandma,” I rolled my eyes. “Want to head inside and make some dinner?” Grandma asked. “Sure, I need to let Wyatt know I came over here, so he’s not worried about me,” I smile. “How did you get here?” Grandma looked at her driveway and saw no vehicle. “I ran,” I shrugged my shoulders. “Remi Esmeray Dawson, that would be at least a 45-minute run! Why wouldn’t you drive over here?!” Grandma shouted.

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”

“Curtis Nayler… one of the owners of Triple AAA Landscapes. He and his cousin are who, I believe, have been vandalizing my job sites. Curtis was a short, stocky man. Although his arms were thick and muscled, his belly was big and soft. He opened the door and stepped in. His little brown beady eyes had a look of thunder. He glared at Olivia. “You had better keep your mouth shut.” He said. “Excuse me, I don’t believe we’ve met,” Dean said. “Oh, I know who you are, Grayson, and I’m not talking to you. I’m addressing this mouthy bitch who keeps running to the sheriff and telling lies about me and my cousin.”