Estranged Novels & Stories

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

Jack replied. "Roger, am out." "We have to go look for them Dane." Leslie told the restless boy with her. "I'm fed up with those two. You'll have to go alone. Am heading back to the bus." Dane didn't wait to listen to her anymore as he walked by her, taking the path they had earlier taken, fumbling and cursing at the failed trip, at least to him, the expedition is a failed experience. _________________

Kaela said. "Related. The tether you felt at ninety miles is partly territorial separation distress — genuine, physiological, not manufactured. But some of what felt like separation distress was also cognitive withdrawal. The stronghold had been doing work for you that you then had to do yourself." She looked at Kaela steadily. "How long have you been away from it?" "Two days." "And your thinking?" Kaela opened her mouth, then closed it. "Harder," she said. "More effortful."

But I know he is going to leave. But I don't want him to. Is it bad? It's good to have someone around and only want him around. What the fuck does it even mean? 'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah'

My wolf never did cope with disappointment very well. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I lowly growl out with a warning to the stares around us, those that had been kicked out of the coffee shop by Finn remain congregated outside. As she walks away, I notice the goosebumps on the back of her neck, her long black hair swept to the side, over one shoulder. I scoff out, she’s trying to hide the mark I gave her. “What?” Estrid looks up to me.

Holy hell. When I say gorgeous, I mean fucking stunning. I don't want to stare, so I quickly distract myself by removing my backpack trying not to listen to the people around me continuing to make snide comments. I fish around for my iPad then stuff the black bag under the seat in front of me.

“Oh, no, please don’t. You have to hear me out. I’m running out of time.” “You’re not running out of time. You’re just wasting mine.” Akira huffed and proceeded to come back to the bedroom. As always, Chester followed behind to keep justifying his situation. “I’ve seen strays who had it worse and they found closure with their deaths perfectly fine without my help. The key is acceptance.”

My entire existence has boiled down to being the abandoned, hidden son because my parents are so well-known that they have forgotten they have children to care for. Instead of making me feel better, these thoughts are making me bitter. I shook off those thoughts and began to answer his concern, telling him that I’d go for a walk and look at the tourist attractions in the area. In any case, I don’t think I’ll get lost. I stood up, stretched, and proceeded to tell him everything about the breakup, including what happened in our regular rendezvous, Razen and I.

He screamed. She gasped in despair, "Don't make decisions when you're angry. How about we go home and discuss it later?" He shook his head. He stared at her. Her eyes filled with remorse, but his heart was filled with hatred. He wants to stay and talk but his mind yells 'Walk Away' and that's what he did. He marches away from her. Leaving her kneeling on the cold hard pavement of the parking lot. Unknown to them, someone is watching from afar. Waiting for them to go on their separate ways.