Go Back Memes Novels & Stories

Didn’t make impossible saves in overtime. My phone buzzed against the coffee table. The team group chat lit the screen in a blur of notifications. Memes. Encouragement. Old clips of my saves. A GIF of me smashing my stick after a loss last year. We need you back, wall. Miss you, man. You’ll be back before playoffs. I opened the chat. Typed a reply. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted. Leave me the hell alone.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?] I smiled. [Mark, you’re always welcome.]

"Mr Fontaine has been here since morning." "Where?" "Outside. The security won't let him in." "That's for the best." I said pointedly. "I don't want to see him for whatever reasons." I kept the drawing on my nightstand and continued with my breakfast or lunch or whatever. "you must really hate him." "you have no idea." I picked my phone up. "Ah shit," I groaned. I had completely forgotten to send the money. I quickly made the transfer. They always preferred cryptocurrency.

this and his body Making the members present gasp and step back. - You have a lot of nerve, to dare to come back after everything you have done in my kingdom, you dare to deceive the vigilance of my secretary and dare to enter my office, in a family meeting, in addition to acting arrogant, I'll give you three minutes to get out of here if beyond three minutes you're still here, I assure you that you'll never see the sun again said Caleb, angrily emphasizing each of his words

I returned to the place I had left only half a month ago, but it felt like a lifetime, my home. When I opened the door, a sour, foul smell hit me. The place was a complete mess. My parents and Dylan looked haggard and worn-out, as though life had sucked the color from them. The moment they saw me, it was like I had become a savior. Light exploded in their eyes. Mom lunged first, arms wide, trying to hug me. “Henry! My son! You’re finally back! I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me!”

__ i'm admitting my shit, but you aren't! __ i need to get better so do you __ you can't be serious __ good bye fiona _ but if you were you'd have had a miscarriage Memories and memories and memories, I want them gone, I feel hot tears gushing down my face. Slowly driving, a sight catches my eyes, a house with it's windows open, I see a woman, a pregnant woman and a man, definitely her husband, he's kissing her belly, their little moment is Interrupted by a small girl's arrival, she jumps into her daddy's arm, and he hugs them all.

Mommy's face looked worried. "No, Mom, I just want to make sure," I answered. "It's August 2nd, and do you also want to know what year it is?" "2020?" I said it doubtfully, but Mommy's answer confirmed it. "Ah, thank God, you still remember, so you are fine. Now hurry up and take a shower and have breakfast," said Mommy as she left my room. I'm still sitting in my room, digesting everything that happened. I'm really confused by all this. I got up from my bed and looked right at my cell phone. This was my old cell phone. I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone.

"Right. We can be friends, too." "Right," he removes his hand, "We should go. Didn't you sneak out?" "Shit, yeah. I've got to get back to that horrendous party. I mean, the shit they were saying. Shawn, you'd have a fucking aneurysm. I have to go back to that. I mean, I never realized just how pro-Reversal and how ridiculous they all sounded." "Yep," he sighs. "Let's go into that alley," he points.

"Was there a pot-something? Oh! Chicken pot pie with mushrooms is delicious!" She was so focused on the thought of food that she completely forgot which mushroom names she had just memorized. Turning to Xavier, she asked, "Xav, how many names did you remember?" Xavier raised both hands, forming a number with his fingers. Merida gasped. "64? You memorized all of them?" Xavier nodded. Merida turned to Elara and said, "Mommy, you should go find mushrooms with Xav. I'll stay at the campsite with Uncle Finn and help set up the tents."

“But not clever enough.” ********* The sky had already darkened when Brielle returned home that evening. She had spent most of the day, after the funeral trying to distract herself at the hospital, throwing herself into work so her mind would not wander too far toward Hannah, or the video, or Jessica’s fake tears at the funeral. But nothing could have prepared her for what greeted her when she pushed open the door to her apartment.