Micro Novels & Stories

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Mac said and I looked at him intently. "What's going on?" Top asked and Mike was the one to answer him. "Well, Mr. Gesurem asked the three of them to work on a presentation regarding the subtypes of schizophrenia since they are the only ones who participated the questcussion a while ago. And by the way, Top. You didn't tell me that Maze is quite a big brain, huh. He was the only one who got the right answer! Beating these two!" The corner of my lips twitched with what Mike said. Gab and Mac glared at him cause he's obviously making fun of the fact that their answer was wrong. While I looked away from Top cause he's giving me that 'Now, I know what's the reason behind that face.' look and it'

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

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And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

Not awkward, but comfortable. Mike probably knew I needed it because he kept quite unlike the usual mike that would have made fun of me. He kept quiet and I mentally thank him for it.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

* * * Loud music was playing in the background, giant and giantess dancing, some talking, some laughing, some drinking. " Where is your little mate brother" Angus came to stand beside Derek who looked like he was in a hurry to leave the hall. " How nice of you to ask " Derek replied. "Oh you know I'm very nice" Angus said. " Yeah after I've given you the permanent mark on your neck" Derek smikred and the smile on Angus face fell. " What do you want Angus" Derek said. " Oh nothing " Angus sipped from the glass of wine in his hand " she's not human ".

I said sarcastically. " Everything will work out Trina ...you'll see, "she said. Changing into shorts and a loose shirt pulling my hair up I head to the kitchen to make something to eat. After that I checked some more emails I decided to do a quick video I run upstairs to change into some peach-color joggers to match the long sleeve cropped sweatshirt. I set up my camera and the small light I stored in the magic bag along with some other things, an front of medium brown sofa chair with plain beige color walls.