Novelas y relatos de Line Reads

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

“Not now.” She grinned, completely unrepentant. “Relax,” she said. “It’s a workshop, not a battlefield.” I let out a quiet breath, If only she knew. “Names!” A voice cut through the chatter. One of the coordinators stood near the bus, clipboard in hand, scanning the crowd. “Check in and load your luggage!” People began moving and the line formed quickly. Karl nudged me forward. “Go. Before you change your mind.” I rolled my eyes but stepped into line anyway. The line moved forward one step, then another and suddenly…It felt real. This wasn’t just an idea anymore, a distraction, or an escape. This was happening.

​He walked away then, leaving me standing in the hall with my heart in my throat. ​When I got back to the media bullpen, it was nearly empty. Only the dim glow of the monitors remained. I sat at my desk, looking at the silver flash drive Luke had handed back to me. ​Suddenly, my desk phone rang. It was an internal line. ​"Martin." ​The voice was unmistakable. It was Luke. He sounded tired, his usual sharp edge replaced by a strange, hollow resonance. ​"Sir?" ​"I’ve been reviewing the metadata of your edit," he said, and I could hear the sound of him clicking through files.

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

I figured the enemy of an enemy had, indeed, become a friend. I sighed and said, "If none of you believe me, that's fine. But the scholarship was already distributed early this year. Why don't we ask Lily if she received it?" The classroom fell silent for a moment. All eyes turned to Lily, waiting for her answer. Lily raised her phone and announced, "Mr. Clark, you must be mistaken. I've already received my scholarship money." Amelia's eyes went wide, her face turning red, then going completely pale.

She couldn’t believe it, people have to make appointment to do it? “Okay, so monthly, huh?” “Whatever you’re thinking stop it. You’re jumping to conclusions again” “It’s called reading between the lines” “I don’t think it’s like that. I think they just talk about you” Linda suggested. “After their meeting, Roland would ask me to arrange something for you” “It’s either additional lessons or booking for a restaurant. Something you need” “So, you don’t think they set an appointment for that?” she wanted to confirm. “No. I don’t think so” Linda said then ended their call.

Then she remembered that she was communicating with a foreigner, and she spoke in English again, as quickly as a bird singing. “Good. Do it.” Elin challenged. A few minutes later, police car sirens rang out. All of Elin’s actions were recorded in more detail. But the policies still allow everyone to reconcile themselves before they have to solve the problems under the laws. Dash pulled out a wad of money from his pocket and tapped Daisy's face, "Is this enough for you to live all year. Don’t need to grow or buy. What a bargain.”

Sinclair and notice his hair is now disheveled due to the amount of times he has run his hand through the strands. “First days am I right.” That, at least, earns me a chuckle, and with that my mind settles.

As Arlo continued to drive, his mind raced back to the threatening text Lune had received. The words echoed in his mind, each syllable sending a chill down his spine: "You think you can be happy after taking something that isn't yours? No, you can't, and I won't let that happen. I will make sure to strip your happiness like you did to mine. Watch your back."