I Said Your Name And My Furniture Started Floating Novels & Stories

I got no answer, so I was pretty sure she might be in the bathroom but still I opened the bedroom door and called out to her again just in case she didn’t hear me, “Mommy are yo-?” The door creaked open while I stood in the door frame in utter confusion. For the first few seconds I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing. It just didn’t make any sense. Why was my mother floating in mid air with a rope around her neck?

Strangely, every time I try moving something around, it floats back to its original state. “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you to rest?” Jack says with an attitude. “The ornaments are bugging me. It’s all wrong and every time I move them this happens.” “They’re floating back, wow. How can it move on its own? This is a strange place.” He says. “I have some news babe.” I say. “What’s the news? Come on, spill the tea.” He says. “Tea? Spill the tea? So, I can tell tanner has taught you some slang.”

She tried to persuade me but I wasn't having any of those. "Command it to float." I ordered strictly. Janet sighed. "Okay. I hope it works.". "It will." I answered. "Float." She said but nothing happened. "You see, I told you it won't work." Janet said. "Let's go." We turned to leave when Steve gasped slightly. "Look...look...it's really floating." I looked back and true to his words, the book was really floating. I dropped Janet's wrist and I instinctively stepped back from her.

"What thing?" "The thing where you find everything that's wrong with a room before you find anything that's right with it." "The chairs are in the wrong formation." Mia looked at the chairs. Then back at Ava. "They look like chairs to me." "That's because you're not thinking about sight lines." "I'm really not," Mia agreed cheerfully. Sofia appeared on Ava's other side, having apparently materialized from nowhere the way she occasionally did when she sensed Ava was approximately forty seconds away from rearranging school furniture without permission. "The chairs are fine. The program starts in five minutes. Where is your head?"

Behind me, the shrill alarm of the monitors started going off, but I never looked back. When I returned to my spacious executive office, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the streams of traffic moving through the city below. Then, for the last time, those familiar floating comments appeared before my eyes. [Congratulations, host. You’ve unlocked the ‘Naked Ice Sculpture’ achievement. The evil supporting male character has successfully turned the tables.] [The cheating woman and the scumbag lover have been eliminated. The vicious father-in-law has been taken out too.]

Chapter 2 : Teleportation Aqua stirred from her sleep, her body weightless as she floated above her bed. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to regain control, her heart pounding with adrenaline. With a sudden jolt, she crashed back onto her mattress, the impact knocking the wind out of her. The door creaked open, and Aunt Cleo's concerned face peered into the room. "Aqua, are you alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

The next thing I know, the air is being ripped out of my lungs as my body floats upward—back toward the window. This has to be some sort of sick hallucination, i tell myself as , I land on my feet, back inside the room. The bedroom light, a gothic-styled chandelier is now on, casting everything from the wardrobe to the dark oak desk set at the far end, in a rich golden hue. Across the room, lounging on the couch, legs crossed, with a cigar in hand, is the Don. “How was the flight?” he asks coolly, like he didn’t just throw me out the window and make me float back up. What in the sorcery?

But, oh my me, Summer is losing it. I have been walking down the hallway for what feels like an eternity. It doesn’t help that my pace is slower than a snail’s. And worse with every movement, my hard nipples rub against the fabric of the bath robe which I’d, you know, stolen. It’s surprisingly exactly my size. It makes me wonder just how long he’s known that I’m a girl. I whimper as my knees give out and I crumble to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. I think I’m passing out. The floor is spinning. Wait…why is the floor suddenly floating? No, wait…my body is floating.