Hiding Behind Novels & Stories

“Loyalty, what are you hiding” “Me? Hiding? I’m not hiding anything”, she says. Because that’s not suspicious! I walk toward her and she backs up, bumping whatever is behind her into the hallway wall. “Oh shit”, she says nervously as she turns her back to me, and I take the opportunity to approach. When I’m within arms reach, she turns back to face me and says, “Spin, stop”! I glared at her, “one last time, what are you hiding”?

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

The stairs to the lower regulation suite were hidden in plain sight. They were not concealed behind a false wall or locked beneath chapel stone. That would have made them easier to fear, easier to recognize for what they were. Instead, they sat at the end of a perfectly ordinary service corridor behind a door labeled Laundry / Utility Access. It was exactly the kind of door adults stopped noticing after a week inside any institution. Maintenance needed somewhere to live, after all. Not every hallway could be sacred, threatening, or important enough to remember.

A cold shiver runs down my spine as my blood runs cold thinking about the possibilities. I don’t know who to turn to now. Maybe if I continue hiding, things will blow over and I can escape being involved in any of it. A small little voice in the back of my head softly whispers, “But you may also look guilty by hiding.” I know that it might make me look guilty, but if I can figure out who is behind all of this maybe I can circle around and catch the person before the person involves me more than I’m already involved. Yeah. That sounds like a plan. I will keep hiding and not come out for anything.

It was fun to play with her even though I was much bigger than to her age. Whenever she gets mad or I quarreled with her intentionally to see her getting angry this huge book shelf is where she used hide. She won't go anywhere to hide only behind this shelf and sit there till I come a say sorry or she herself feel better. It's a habit of Nivi Whenever she is sad, afraid or feels insecure she will hide behind such things thinking that she is safe there and no one can catch her. I don't know if that habit is still there with her.

Someone was behind me. Instinct kicked in, and I leapt up onto the nearest tree. Perching on a thick branch, I pressed my body against the trunk, hiding behind the foliage. My breathing slowed as I strained to hear more. Whoever it was, they were close. Too close. But there were no more footsteps. The silence stretched. Whoever it was had stopped moving and was simply… watching me. I was sure I’d hidden myself well, blending perfectly with the tree’s thick branches and leaves, but despite that, I could feel their stare. It was sharp, piercing, like they could see straight through me.

He paused, then gave me that look again—like he knew exactly what I wasn’t saying. “If you want someone truly hidden,” he said, slowly, “you don’t send them away. You tuck them into the folds of the city. Where they blend. Where no one would ever think to look. Hide them in plain sight.” My lips curled, not quite a smile, but close. “Thank you, Ralph.”

I whispered under my breath. An asshole kind of smile came over his face, the kind that reached his eyes.too. “This should be interesting.” “You need to hide.” "You really think they’re going to come into your bedroom?” “It’s not impossible, hide in the closet.”

I froze, my breath catching. “You always say you’re tired,” he murmured. “But I think you’re just hiding.” My pulse jumped. “Hiding?” He met my eyes through the mirror. “From me.” The room shrank. My heart thudded hard against my ribs. He wasn’t wrong. I had been hiding, behind Zoe’s name, her habits, her voice. Behind lies that grew heavier every day. Jake’s hand slid down to my shoulder, resting there, steady, warm. “Do you want me to stop?”

So, I need to hide where I'm not only unseen in the dark but also in the light. The best place I could think of would be under the bed. But that is where everyone hides. It would be the place where they would look first. That's when I realize I need to hide in a place where I'm able to react once they find me. Under the bed, it would be hard for me to be able to react. I must find a place where I can be standing and ready to fight.