Josh Reads Novels & Stories

“Yes. Joshua Grayson. The little prince from yesterday’s drama performance, Mr. Daven. He really stood out. Such a lively boy with a vivid imagination.” “Josh... Joshua... Grayson?” “That’s right,” Tania replied, her smile widening. “Everyone calls him Josh.” They came to a stop in front of one of the classrooms. Through the small glass window in the door, a group of children sat in a circle. In the middle of them—Josh stood, holding a picture book in his hands, reading out loud. The other kids listened with rapt attention. “There he is. That’s Joshua,” Tania said, pointing to the cheerful boy surrounded by his classmates. His face shifted expressively as he read, at one moment seriously, th

“You’re progressing. We’ll keep you moving between positions. If anything changes, I’ll tell you before you notice.” I nodded. We dimmed the lights. Josh read my mother’s prayer from a photo he kept in his wallet, even though he doesn’t pray out loud. I counted the tiles on the ceiling and decided the number was lucky because it had to be. The plant cutting on our sill wasn’t here to cheer us on, so I imagined it anyway.

I shook my head once again. "No, not original." I laughed. To be honest I liked everything he said. Every time he called me something sweet, my heart skipped a beat. But I think he already knows that. "Yeah, I do know." I looked at him shocked. "Babe, no I still can't read your mind, but I can read you. I see how your body reacts when I say or do stuff." "Guys we are still here you know." Josh said. "Trying to eat. May I add."

Josh added. "Alright... Alright, before you go all blaming me for something like that, we will be there. I will come over tonight, is that okay by you?" "Yes." Josh jumped excitedly and punched the air. He had already prepared a lot for their reading and he didn't want them to miss out or disappoint him by not coming.

As we walk up the front door, Ash slowly places a hand on the door and knocks gently. “Hello?? It’s me.” There’s a rushing sound from inside as some rushes to open the door. Surprisingly its not Alex that opens the door, its Josh. His eyes are swollen and puffy, turning red showing signs that his been crying over the people that have died. His hair is disheveled and all out of place, and he’s still covered in dirt and blood. “Good to see ya mate.” The words seem so unnatural as they fall out of Josh’s mouth. Ash nods his head,

"Tell him he cannot face the day on an empty stomach. We are eating as a family this morning." A few minutes later, Josh took his seat. He looked like a ghost of himself. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin had a gray, sallow tint. It was obvious he had lost some weight. He sat opposite Ada, staring at the steam rising from the fried eggs piled in his plate with a hollow, disinterested gaze. "Eat, Joshua," the Chief commanded, already chewing. "We have a long afternoon at the lawyer’s office." Josh didn't move. He picked up a silver spoon, stirring the eggs around his plate as if he were searching for something lost. The silence at the table was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic clink of

She was reading too much into it—but her skin still tingled where his thumb had touched her. Josh’s arrival thrilled her, because it would take the focus off her, and the hint of tension in the room dissipated when he sat at the table. “You’re an early riser, but I thought you’d sleep in longer, like you usually do when visiting,” said Jason as he continued eating. Josh sighed, running a hand through his brownish hair. “I had a phone call.” “Oh?”

He’s putting on a white shirt with two of its buttons undone and a black trouser. My eyes moves to his shaft and I’m ever so sure that it’s huge. My eyes moves back to his face and I catch him already staring at me. Feeling flustered with embarrassment,my gaze shifts to Max who is smiling warmly at me. “Sorry about him.” He says but I can’t figure out whether it is to me or to mom. “Hi I’m Josh.” A deep voice sending shivers down my spine says and I turn to look at him to find him settling down beside me.

Axel's POV Josh sits alone, hunched over with his face buried in his hands. The moment he senses my presence, he looks up, revealing eyes red and puffy from crying. The raw pain etched on his face is unmistakable. "Josh," I call softly. He stands up slowly, and we meet halfway. Without a word, we embrace tightly. I can't find the right words to comfort him, but I feel his tense body relax slightly in my arms. He clings to me as if trying to convey a silent plea. I let him hold on, knowing he needs every ounce of support. After what feels like forever, he pulls away.

Josh didn’t read Peaches’ message immediately. He was still standing outside Diamond’s hostel, leaning casually against the low wall while pretending to scroll through random things on his phone. Diamond had already disappeared inside the building. Students moved in and out of the entrance, laughing, talking, living their ordinary campus lives. Josh barely noticed them. His phone buzzed again in his hand. He glanced down. Peaches. He opened the message. Josh… sometimes I wish you had been there that day.