Its Not Fine Novels & Stories

Blake had left with out saying a word. The shift at the grocer seemed to drag on but I wasn't in a rush to get home either I held on to the fact that Bronwyn and Grannie are going home tomorrow and Blake would return to his normal self. At least I hoped he would. I made my way home from the grocer back to the apartment I was praying everyone would be asleep but as I opened the door Blake was standing there, I wasn't sure what I expected but he hugged me, he hugged me the tightest I had ever felt him hug me and he said "I don't know why your attitude makes me react the way I do, but you need to work on not making me so angry. I get on edge when my mum is around, you know this". I didn't have

’ It’s not gооd enough. Mу сlіt may be bеtrауіng mе but I’vе made uр mу mind. Sоrrу іѕ nоt enough rіght nоw. It’ѕ nоt оkау tо gо аll ‘bad cop’ оn mе without wаrnіng. I can’t handle аnу mоrе ѕurрrіѕеѕ tоdау.

She replied frowning but not at all angry at me. “Oh! I am sorry I didn’t observed you.” I apologized. “It’s ok! My name is Khushi.” She said smiling. “You already know my name so I don’t need to say it I guess.” I said and she smiled at me. “Is Anita not feeling well? She didn’t come today.” Khushi asked. “She just got some cold so didn’t attend the college today.” I replied having my lunch. All the remaining girls talked to themselves. Khushi and I made small conversations here and there.

"Then you know that fine is not quite the right word yet." I look at the ceiling again. "I feel significantly better than I did. Which is in the direction of fine." "It is adjacent to fine," he concedes. "Not the same as fine." "You are very annoying when you're right about things." "I know." The corner of his mouth does something. "You've mentioned that before." I look at him properly. At his face.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

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"Cough... Sorry, Michael. I know today's the marriage registration with Elsa. I shouldn't bug you, but I feel really awful..." Michael didn't even blink. He slammed the brakes and pulled over. "What's going on?" Kallie coughed again, all soft and pitiful. "Maybe it's from when I gave you blood. Just a little wind and sun makes me feel so weak..." "Then get to a hospital. Right now," Michael said. "I... I can't. I can't even get out of bed..." I almost burst out laughing. Seriously? Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost?

I seemed weightless to him. "Wow... You're trying to show of aren't you? You're trying to make my heart flutter then right? Well let me make it clear, you're really handsome and many things, but you're not my type." I laughed as I talked, hitting his back and clapping my hands. I felt him stop abruptly immediately I uttered those words of him not being my type.

“And, um, in the end, I got to torture him a bit before killing him. So, I’m fine.” “Just fwi, anyone who says they’re fine is not fine. So, maybe… choose another word? Like okay, or perfect. Or, tell the truth and say you’re not fine at all.” I turned my computer on and stared at the screen, “you said tell you one thing, and I did. So can we get back to work?” “Sure… Just… It wasn’t your fault, okay?”