Michael Blackson Funny Bone Novels & Stories

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

Bob asked, waking Michael from stare. “Sorry, you look like my deceased wife,” Michael said with pain in his eyes. “Yes, well, I’m not her, and I’m a man,” Bob replied as he turned to look the other way from the three and was heading between the pillars. No one saw the tiny drop of cold sweat flow from his forehead.

They said none of my parents had white hair, and they didn’t know if I was a rescue pup. I don’t look at any of them as I join the baking Omegas. This is my duty today. “Oh my, whatever does the Luna want amongst us poor, weak, Omegas?” Sheila taunts in a high-pitched voice. The Omegas in the kitchen laugh. They laugh so hard, some slap their hands against their thighs. I’m left speechless, humiliated, and embarrassed. Quentin gives me a little wave from across the room. And I manage a watery smile back. He’s the only one I talk to now.

Talia’s POV Michael moved to put himself between us and the back of the safehouse with his arm raised. He was about to say something, but Nolan was on him in minutes. Michael slammed hard into his wall with an audible crunch. At least three of his ribs were broken. Michael stood up slowly with one hand pressed to his side. His breathing labored through his gritted teeth. He tried to put on a brave face, but he was clearly in pain. No matter his experience, Michael was still an old man and could not withstand blows from Nolan who was in his prime.

She held my gaze for a long moment, the way she always did when she knew I was lying but had decided to let it pass—for now. "Eat something before you—" "I’ll grab something on the way." I pulled the door open. "I love you." "I love you too. Don’t let them eat you alive." I laughed despite myself. "I’ll try." --- The walk to Blackthorn took eleven minutes on a normal morning. Today I did it in eight. My brain needed something to focus on besides replaying last night like a horror film I hadn’t consented to watching. Cole Ashford. Blood on the ice.

"Did you guys see the video of that guy in prison, the one on that metal table? At first, I thought they were performing an autopsy, but it turned out someone shanked him in his stomach, and his insides actually trickled out. Did you guys know your stomach is the size of your fist? But I don't believe that anymore after watching that video because that guy had a huge ass stomach. No way it was the size of his fist—" "Jamie!" Amber said sharply. "We're eating!" "How do you even know about autopsies anyway?" Natalie asked just to smooth things over. "We did watch all twelve seasons of Bones, remember?" "Oh, right, the phalanges lady!" Natalie said. "Anyone up for charades?" All three shook the

The back is almost entirely open, the lace framing bare skin all the way down to the base of the spine. My mother draws a breath. Maeve Callahan says, quietly, from her armchair: "that's the one." Siobhan makes a sound that is approximately "I knew it" in a single syllable. I put it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a long time. %e lace is intricate and dark, the red so deep it reads almost as a threat in certain light. The train pools behind me. The back is bare in a way I've never allowed myself to be in public — not because I was ashamed, but because I was

Then the smoke glowed and then disappeared with the wind that blew. Rafael and Rail lowered their arms. They were both curious about what Michael had done. Rafael and Rail fell silent when their eyes saw the state they found in front of them. Michael, his body is black. burn. Rafael and Rail looked at each other. The two of them really couldn't hold back their laughter.

Christian and Michael glared at each other but slowly backed down, breathing heavily as they slumped back into their seats. “You’re both adults,” Mr. Blackwood voiced, looking between them with thinly veiled disgust. “Yet you can’t even sit through a dinner without trying to tear each other down.” He shook his head slowly, the disappointment clear on his face. “Maybe that’s my fault, maybe I failed somewhere along the way. But mark my words—” he paused, his voice dropping coldly, “—this will be the last time either of you act like animals under my roof.”