It Is Wednesday My Dudes Novels & Stories

Dean said and I nodded. I heard about werewolves fighting to show their place and some fighting for the money, I couldn't believe it was here too, at some point I would love to fight too, and win. "That's amazing." I said. "There are three matches this week." He said and I turned to him wide eyed. "When, what time?"I asked excitedly. "Chill tomorrow, it happens on Fridays, it's a big thing here." He said and I nodded. "Oh, Uncle is coming out, and you're already getting stares." He said and I noticed Darren walking out the room I saw earlier.

I added. "Thought so!" declared Tres, triumphantly. "Mary and I actually drove down to the beach together, early in the week. Nothing happened other than putting suntan lotion on each other, but I guess you could call that a date, too. But we went out for real on Friday. I looked at them each in turn. "That's when we had sex." They stood there silent for a gratifyingly long time. Then they all three, virtually in unison gave the full-throated cry of the Dude: "Bullshit!"

Blake rubbed my hand, “No, no nothing like that. Susan met Mike and there may be something there too.” I shook my head in disbelief. “What really? How long have I been asleep? What day is it?” I started laughing even though it hurt and Blake joined in. “It’s Wednesday.” I let it soak in for a minute and closed my eyes telling myself I was okay and this was all going to be okay. I started even going through my long to-do list and opened my eyes. “Blake I need my laptop! I’m going to be so behind at work.”

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.

Just a few more days. That’s it. Wednesday… I’m out. And I can’t wait.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him right now, that he keeps on showing embarrassing things to his wife. If today Friday the 13th? No. Today is 13th of May, and it is Thursday. “You haven’t eat anything,” Adira said, walking back. “I’ll cook you a dinner.”

I didn't want to push my luck since I hadn't seen her naked yet. The next morning I woke up early and decided to get an early start on the paper route. By the time I finished at noon I was starving so I made my way over to the market for lunch. I noticed there were two girls working behind the counter talking about going out to a club that night, one of them being Ria's friend. I couldn't help myself as I walked by their table and overheard what they were saying. The girl who was with her boyfriend said that he was supposed to be getting off work around five o'clock, so they would probably go out after that.

“It's about to be a long day...” With my smile still in place, I shook my head at his ignorance. Why are men like this? He placed his hand on my thigh, as he often did when I was driving. His hand was warm, and gently slid between my thighs, where it rested. “Why did you offer to go?” He then let out a loud lazy groan. “Do you even know what day it is?” I asked him. “Wednesday.” He responded, casually. “It's the 28th of Feb, babe...”

~~~ Cyrus's Point of View ~~~ It's Sunday. Meaning, laying in bed all day, eating, and watching Netflix. I push the sheets down and get out of bed to go to the washroom. I get out a couple of minutes later to find the annoying jerks on my bed. "No guys, I don't want to deal with you today. Today is Sunday. Meaning all day, alone, in bed," I say pushing them off my bed getting ready to get back in bed,

"Jude!" Mama shouts. Our backs towards her, Jude stops and whispers, "Go to the car." Before I take a step, Mama says, "You too, Ajay." Wide-eyed, I look up at Jude, whose eyes are glaring through his mama. Mama asks, "Son, do you know what day it is?" Glancing my way, he answers, "Thursday." "Okay. Friday is an important day, right?" "I'm more aware of Friday than you are, mama. I assure you, I won't need my privacy until Saturday night."