Good Dirt: A Novel Novels & Stories

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

A long time later, Mason's phone finally ran out of battery, and the screen went dark. He was still sitting alone in the house he had bought back, letting the night swallow him whole. Our story had already ended the moment he took the bouquet from my hands. And he hadn't even had time to say goodbye. The End

The moment you marry that cripple, Nina will find her way back! "I'm telling you–even outside, her life won't be any worse than yours here!" She thought that would shake me. I turned back and gave her a faint smile. "Is that so? I was just about to tell you–your good days are over. Hers too."

“Can I stay here for a bit? Just for tonight or so. Things are… messy at home right now.” She exhaled a cloud of smoke, studying me carefully. “Well, sure. It’s your uncle’s place. I’ve got no real say.” She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume mixed with cigarette smoke. “But listen carefully—not a word of whatever you saw here to anyone. Okay? If you ruin me, I’ll ruin you too. Are we good?” I was genuinely terrified of the look in her eyes. She wasn’t playing. “Yes… yes, of course. Yeah.”

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"Girl, how does it feel to be in this crappy motel?" She laughed, as Elizabeth began to get nervous. "Will you let me in?" The blonde Elizabeth Cord swallowed thickly, shivering at the unexpected visit. She let Gael's wife in and closed the door. Tamara, just as she entered, stopped dead in her tracks, standing. She looked around; the place was clean and tidy and didn't smell bad, like coffee and women's perfume. She spotted an empty, rectangular, wheeled suitcase, wide open on the only double bed in the place.

I’ll pick you up later. ‘’Alright then.’’ I don’t know why things are so awkward between us. Our conversation always seems so forced. Just as Asher leaves, the delivery men comes. They waste no time in unloading the tables and chairs from the truck, and when they leave, I get to arranging them to my liking. Suddenly there is a loud ‘boom!’ Georgia lets out a screech and we run over to see that the old oven had exploded. ‘’Oh no,’’ I cry, looking on as flames dance on the inside.

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"Madison, we haven't seen each other in five years! Ever since you saw me, all you've talked about is money. What exactly do you want?" I helplessly turned to Oliver and offered him the cash instead. Oliver looked at the grease-stained bills and smacked my hand away. "You may not have had the elite education Jess grew up with, but at least you used to be a fireworks designer. It wasn't exactly prestigious, but it was decent work." His gaze swept over the plastic bags hanging from wires, the stacks of cardboard boxes piled in the corner, and the half-empty medicine bottle on the coffee table. "You're so desperate to sell this act that you're picking used medicine bottles out of the garbage. T