Heartbeat Writing Club Novels & Stories

She saw that there was no one working on it back at Helena’s funeral, but she thought that it was because out of respect for Helena. “Oh, yeah. I asked Principal Beckett about it. He said some investors pulled out because of you know… Helena.” Harry whispered the last word as if it was a secret. “They started putting up signs and warnings on the pathway so that no one would walk there. Everybody has to walk around Athena just to get to Hermes.” “Anyway, are you done with the form?” Alice wrote down her details quicker. “Yeah, here.” Harry was beaming when she handed her form. “Club time starts later at four-thirty. See you!”

"Blood has already penetrated into her brain." Alexander's heart sank. "What can be done now?" he asked, his voice trembling. "And how long will it take for her to retrieve her memory?" "Amnesia cases usually last for minutes, hours, or days," the doctor replied. "In rare cases, it may last for months or years. But her case is really frightening." Alexander's eyes widened in horror. "What's the good news?" he asked, hoping against hope. "The good news is she's six weeks pregnant, congratulations Sir Alexander," Doctor Clemson said, reaching out his hand for a shake which Alexander took reluctantly, his mind still reeling.

Or Jo March in Little Women, turning down Laurie then pining in silence like emotional Sudoku. Even in books, people seemed addicted to complicated love. Maybe because the mess made it feel real. Maybe we were all masochists that way. “Imagine being in love and deciding not to talk about it,” I whispered to myself as I passed the fountain. “Couldn’t be me. Oh wait…it was me. Once. Great job, June.” I sighed and shook my head at myself. Sometimes, I wondered if healing was just learning to laugh at your own stupidity. The gym loomed to my right as I walked past—a shiny glass box full of people voluntarily suffering. Through the transparent wall, bodies moved in rhythm, lifting, running, sweat

The walk to the school clinic was a silent, buzzing affair. My hand throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a dull, steady ache that was nothing compared to the riot going on in my head. After I win, I’m going to take it off you myself. The words played on a loop, heating my blood and turning my ears a permanent, burning red every single time. Jax walked beside me, his hands shoved in his pockets, a picture of casual arrogance. But I could feel the weight of his attention, the sidelong glances he kept throwing my way. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

The cold face he showed Abel was replaced with a gentle smile that seemed to be just for me. Abel seemed relieved by Byron's words. Byron led me to a table in front, asking me to take a seat which I did. "I won't be long." He said. I nodded and watched him go stand in the middle of the room, drawing attention to himself. A wine glass in hand and a microphone. "Good evening everyone. I'm glad you all honoured our invitation and came today, it really means a lot to us. It's a special time of the year and we decided on making today our launch date of this new branch of Hetero hotels. Many of you were present at the opening of the first hotel and for the past few years we are grateful for your l

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down. The grimy underground chamber, the complete opposite of the elegance above. Where there had been silk and crystal, there was now concrete and sweat, the air heavy with anticipation and the acrid scent of blood. The fight club was very popular and well known to everyone that walked the other side of the law. It was one of the hottest enterprises run by the Salvatore brothers. Invitations were always random and limited and the slots taken as soon as they are opened.

And all I’ve gotten from him are a few cold, clinical texts. The club opens at nine. Newbie night is every Saturday. Here is a list of their monthly events. Let me know if you have questions about etiquette. You're welcome to observe again. Like I’m a new hire getting onboarded. No hey, how are you. No can’t stop thinking about you. Just rules. Logistics.

I just finished five chapters in one sitting. I grabbed my phone, opened Telegram, and went to my chat group, Lovely Buricats 💦. It's a lively space filled with writers, and as usual, I was late to the conversation. I started back-reading their earlier messages, trying to catch up on the chatter I had missed. Born to Be Wild: Uggghh. Guys! Let's hit a bar tonight. I'm feeling down. How about the new Paradox Club? It just opened let's check it out.

“What? That’s not what your sister said at all, Memory. You aren’t seriously thinking about reneging on our bet are you?” “You mean the one that would put me here whether I won or lost?” she reminded him. “Well, it doesn’t really matter what might’ve happened if we lost—because we didn’t. Come on, let’s go over there with everyone else where it’s warmer.” He wrapped his arm around her and guided her toward the larger group as Pastor Phil and Cindy called for everyone’s attention so they could pray and pass out the songbooks. Dak didn’t keep his arm around her once he’d gotten her to join in with the others, and Memory felt the chill deeper where his touch had been keeping her warm. As much a