Floki Novels & Stories

Flossie was barely hanging onto the dragon’s neck, an arrow sticking out of her arm. “Biadet!” She was the only one standing. She skipped along the dragon’s neck, balancing her tiny feet on the raised ridges that ran all the way to the head. The wind was constant and quite forceful, but she paid it no heed. When she got to where Flossie was slouched, she jumped, one knee bent to her waist, the other leg straight. She seemed to float over Flossie’s head, and landed on Vikchutni’s broad, flat head.

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

LENA: As long as we’re clear ;) LENA: Li You seeing this? Me: Mmh. Aarish: What do you think? Lisa: Everybody is gonna do the pyramid. Aarish: My point exactly. LENA: What about the tall thing in Paris? Harvey: The Eiffel Tower? LENA: Same thing. Aarish: How are we gonna build a tower out of clay? LENA: You guys figure it out; I’m the brains of the group, I only do the thinking part.

She asked. "Ariande, please... please, I need you." He sounded like a child pleading for an ice cream. " I can't give you what you want because I don't know how to satisfy you. I have not done this before." Ariande said. Why was she talking to him about this gross topic?. She held her face and went to hid in the bathroom. She was really ashamed.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at the Amor lake; the rusting of the leaves in the gentle breeze, the still water dazzling in the sunlight, the fragrance of roses that bloomed in hundreds. Ah! It was so long since I went to that place. If I did survive this war I will go and visit Amor Lake and start my life afresh with Alex. I took deep breaths and opened my eyes slowly. I tried not to focus on my surroundings as I created the lotus formation with the candles. Then, I placed the Alexart holder in the center. Now, I was all set to go. I closed my eyes and walked to the entrance. I sprinkled some stevia and eucalyptus oil at the entrance before rolling the huge rock, to block the ent

Its handle is strapped with the end of a pool noodle. I can’t say I was too fond of that brochure. Browsing children as simply as you would a new vacuum cleaner or pair of Sunday trousers. “I did,” “Great, makes it a lot easier for everyone if you know a couple of names,” We step through. She stops quickly. “Lily recommended us, didn’t she?” “Yes, that’s right.” It seems to be the place for lonely singles. I can’t say that. It sounds awfully predatorial.

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

] Below it was an address. As expected, it was the address of my house. At the very bottom, Lucas had liked the post and commented: [Congratulations, babe.] I even saw my best friend liking and commenting underneath it. "Congrats, Lucy! Another independent woman of the new generation is born!" They all knew perfectly well that the house did not belong to Lucy. Yet, every single one of them chose to play dumb and shower her with congratulations anyway. I watched everything with an icy expression. Then I called the property agency and informed them there were issues with the ownership transfer process for the house. I requested an immediate freeze on all procedures.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

Hiding I had been doing since before I had a word for it. I'm not fast. I'm not strong. I never have been. But I can disappear. I learned it young, the way some kids learned to swim or climb, because it came as naturally as breathing and felt just as necessary. My mother called it the Switch. A Silver Dawn gift: the ability to pull yourself inward, dampen what the body broadcasts, become background. Unremarkable. Unseen. The other kids in my Circle practiced it like a skill. For me it had always felt more like remembering something I already knew.