Far From The Madding Crowd Novels & Stories

I realized how I was right when I saw the shoreline, a little far away. Even the water looked murky. Dark. But that wasn't what horrified me. The mere fact that thousands–no–millions of people were crowded near the shoreline was enough to make a gasp escape my lips. That crowd was so huge, that it was hard to focus what was actually going on there. I tried squinting my eyes for a clearer vision, but it seemed like they were all going far away. On purpose. A frustrated groan escaped my lips. The hissing voices were still there. But harder to understand. I tried moving towards the other end of the fence and pressed my ear against the cold, metal.

This continued until we graduated. Old Mrs. Langham found out about me and called me uncouth, which led to Ian refusing to return to the Langhams. He insisted on working part-time with me while we lived together in a rented basement, and we fell in love. Ian's migraine started when we were living together in that basement. I learned the art of massaging to help him soothe his migraine, and it worked miraculously on him. Ian used to say that this was the power of true love because the Langhams had hired the best doctors to treat him, but to no avail.

"What's the difference between Kingston and Crestview? The important thing is where Maddie wants to go." Brandon had told me countless times that Kingston University was the school of his dreams, and yet all it took was one sentence from Maddison for him to give it up. Suddenly, even the last traces of attachment I still felt seemed laughable. Silently, I moved my cursor to the very top of the list. Then I typed into the search bar: South Coast University. It was a university on the southern edge of the country. More than 700 miles from home. Click. Submit. Confirm. Just like that.

The second before the car crash, my best friend, Chester Hastings, covered me with his body. When we woke up, he was amnesiac, and he mistook my fiancee, Aria Quentin, for his own girlfriend. In the hopes that he would get better soon, the four of us decided to go along with the mistake. The first month, my pre-wedding vacation was hijacked. Chester held Aria and kissed her while I was left at the back of the pack holding bags for the five of us. The second month, Chester moved into our marital home. My name was replaced with Chester’s on the deed. My older sister, Vanessa Hutton, comforted me. “Chester only got amnesia because he saved you. We’re only doing this to help him get hi

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

She stated, and turned to leave. ‘Gosh, why do I feel so uncomfortable here? There are so many people and cameras! I just want to go home.’ She thought tiredly as she searched for where the restroom was. ‘Maybe I can hide there for some time, until I feel better. But I don’t know where the restroom is. Arggg!.’ She exhaled with her mouth and looked around her again. She saw Eddy and Fred giggling and chatting with some other billionaires. She had no doubt they were billionaires , because they were well known people.

The harder she tried, the less she could make him out. Just then, a faint voice called from afar. In the distance, a timid figure stood in the rain and said, “She’s not alone… There are others, many others. We all remember you. We all wanted to say thank you… and also… we’re sorry… Dr. Carrington, listen—” Afraid that Raina might not hear, she took a deep breath and shouted louder, “Listen!” Behind her, a dark crowd had gathered without anyone noticing. These people were drenched to the bone but stood neatly in the downpour. Not a single one left.

‘All these intrusions just take us too long and I want you so bad’ ‘Because you walk city, because you talk city’ The moment my eyes land on his face, I feel the blood drain from my body. I stumble to my feet and rush away from the table. I can barely get through the crowd because all of the women are almost fighting each other to get close to him. I hurry to the door and push it open, letting the cool air wash over me. I rush to the side and stop, barely being able to suck in air. I fall forward, with my hands on my knees. I can’t breathe, I can’t function. How… how…

The air smelled like frost and nervous sweat and the particular tension of people who had cleaned their houses for someone who would not enter them. I stood at the far left edge of the crowd, broom still in my hand because I'd forgotten to put it down, my gray dress too large in the shoulders and too short at the ankle. My hair, dark and perpetually escaping whatever arrangement my mother had attempted that morning, curled against the back of my neck in the cold. I couldn't see anything yet. Just the crowd pressing forward, the sound of hoofbeats still distant, the whispered murmurs moving through the assembled villagers like wind through dry grass.

It crumbled to the ground and has more damage than Farren’s. “Aha!” Farren exclaimed and jumped in happiness. “I win, you lose.” “No!” Caleb shouted. “I win.” He pointed his finger on his chest and then said, “you,” pause then point his finger to Farren’s face, “looser.” “No! I win! You lose!” Farren screamed and then scope a handful of sand and throw it towards us. The dust blinded me for a while making me furious. “Quit it you two,” I said with authority. Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me.