Joshua Graham Fallout Novels & Stories

“Well, if nothing else, at least the guy’s consistent.” Gemma rolled her eyes, but I caught the tiny relief in her expression. The harshness dulled, not gone, but softened—like a storm that still hung overhead but had shifted just enough to let us breathe. Josh lay sprawled across his bed, one arm draped over his eyes, trying to breathe past the storm still pounding through him. His phone buzzed once, twice, from a group chat, but he ignored it. He couldn’t stop replaying Gavin’s face on the other side of the door, calm, collected, acting like none of this was as big a deal as it felt.

The elders nodded and stood up cheering her happily, in unity they led her outside where she went to speak to the people before the rain would finally let out its rage on Mother Earth as the cloud was getting darker quicker than expected. Joshua noticed Zara was following him but he just couldn’t stop, he just didn’t know how to face her or what to even say to her, he could feel shame and anxiety taking the best part of him, his body shivering with discomfort and regrets, without taking another glance behind he turned the handle of the door and got in shutting the door behind, he sighed turning around while leaning on the door, he could feel his heart pounding really hard in his heart, he sh

Joshua was usually mischievous and joking, but suddenly he became negative and sad, which made Gale a little worried. He pushed Gale. "Go take off your makeup. Put on makeup tomorrow." He really did not want to see the aging Gale for a second. "Okay." Gale nodded. "Get up from my arms first." Joshua looked up with a whoosh, turned around, jumped onto the sofa, covered his face, and rubbed his eyes. Gale knew that he was in tears. However, he did not want her to see it. Gale did not expose him, got up, and walked to the bathroom.

I stood outside, shouting and trying to convince him, but he ignored me completely. Hours dragged by, and my throat grew dry. With no other option, I called Talia, hoping she could convince Richard. The call connected, but before I could speak, Adam's voice came through, "Talia's busy. What do you want?" I forced down my anger. "Adam, something catastrophic will happen to Bareyard Village tonight. Grandpa has to evacuate with me. Put Talia on the phone, or you call Grandpayourself!" Adam sneered. "Joshua, stop playing tricks. Talia already told me. You're a liar! Want to guess where we are right now?"

The night air was cool as Lily and Maya stepped out of the respective cars, laughter still echoing faintly from inside. They were near the dorms, the towering building glowing faintly against the dark sky. “Well,” Graham said, leaning against his car with a grin. “I would say tonight was… unexpectedly not a disaster.” Lucas crossed his arms. “Not a disaster is a win in our book.” Liam laughed lightly. “Agreed. Thanks for coming, everyone. Really, I needed that.”

On the way back, Kenneth called his brother through a satellite phone. Graham picked up after the tenth ring. His brother groaned and said, “Bro, not now. I’m trying to convince alkaloids to come out of hiding.” Beep. Beep. Graham hung up, leaving Kenneth frowning. “What did he say?” *** Somewhere in Flareholm, Graham Wright, who had never known hardship, was learning the true meaning of struggle. It was leafy, green, and very confusing.

Everyone talks about the leaves—red, orange, gold, the whole cliché—but no one talks about the gray sky behind them, or the way the air smells like endings. Josh doesn’t say much on the drive to school. He grips the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him from breaking apart, and I know better than to bring up Gavin. Not that I don’t think about him—I do, all the time—but Josh has this look when his name comes up, like I’m betraying him twice: once for feeling something I can’t turn off, and once for not knowing how to fix it. By the time we pull into the lot, kids are already huddled under the overhang, phones glowing against their faces.

someone shouted from the stairs. Maxwell dashed toward us and stood between Samuel and me. There was a determined yet fearful look on his face. "Harv, it's all my fault. Don't hurt my dad or blame Whit for this. You can beat me up if you like, anything to make you happy." As he spoke, he suddenly dropped to his knees. I'd seen enough of this act of his five years ago. I released my hold on Samuel and patted my sleeve in disgust. "Don't act all chummy with me. We aren't that close. And… 'Whit'?"

"I'm here to discuss terminating the contract. "Your company failed to meet the agreed-upon project milestones. You also changed project leadership mid-contract without authorization, which directly violates our terms. Effective today, we are formally ending our partnership." The color drained from Vincent's face. "Why? We've already put Lina back in charge, just like you wanted." Leo's voice remained cold. "Changing the lead without notice was already a problem. Then someone rewrote the core algorithm, and now a product that was already in testing is completely broken. How am I supposed to trust this company?"

Besides that, after undergoing some tests, I learned that there was a possibility for the nerves in my legs to recover, though I wouldn't regain the same mobility and dexterity as I had before. I stared at the grisly scars on my legs, my gaze frosty. Winston showed me his phone. "Mr. Yarrow, someone paid to have that trending topic taken down, so Rachel didn't see it." It didn't take a genius to guess that it had been Cameron's doing. He obviously didn't want Rachel to see the news of my death before the wedding. I certainly wasn't going to let him have his way. "Is their wedding today?" "Yes. According to the local time there, they should be welcoming the guests right about now."