Faintly Unscramble Novels & Stories

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Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Amanda. My best friend. My lifeline. The woman who had spent the last eighteen months holding my hand through the darkest corridors of my grief. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my tense shoulders dropping slightly as I sat up on the edge of the guest bed, pulling the discarded camel blazer over my bare shoulders to ward off the sudden chill. "Amanda," I breathed, my voice still slightly raspy. I cleared my throat quickly, hoping she wouldn't catch the heavy, post-crying texture of it. "Hey. I didn't recognize the number."

It was as if she was a constant thorn in his side, a woman who refused to be silenced or intimidated. While Nysaa, her gait unsteady, left the dimly lit bar and stumbled onto the city's sidewalk. The amber liquid coursing through her veins had left her in a state of blissful inebriation. The city's neon lights were like a blurry rainbow, casting colorful glows on the pavement. The surrounding cityscape danced in her vision, a playful whirl of lights. As she navigated the labyrinthine streets, her steps meandered like a ship adrift in a stormy sea. Her steps were uncertain, and the world seemed to tilt and sway around her. She muttered to herself, a slurred symphony of words only she could un

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.