Might Guy Talking Novels & Stories

The largest of the men—easily six-four and probably two-fifty, with the kind of face that suggested he'd been in more than a few fights and won most of them—stopped about ten feet away. "Dante Archer," the man said, and it wasn't a question. "We need to have a conversation." "I'm in the middle of walking kids home," Dante replied, keeping his tone light despite the fear clawing at his throat. "Maybe we could schedule something for later?" "Now's better," another man said, and they were moving again, closing the distance in ways that made the threat explicit rather than implied.

he replied. I knew that moment that he doesn’t want to talk about it. “Guy, you’re getting more macho we are the same now” he teased with humour. I have always told him to cut gym time but it seems both of us are now becoming freaks.

The only sound in the room was the strident tones of sports talk radio blaring from a black boom box on a table in the corner. Across the room, next to a second door, a man with dark, slicked-back hair leaned against a cushioned barstool, picking idly at his fingernails with a slender stiletto. He looked up slowly at Conner’s entrance. Conner instantly made him for an ex-con. The guy made Conner just as quickly. “Wha d’ya want, copper?” he asked in a flat, emotionless tone. Conner stepped across the room. “I need to talk to Malomond. He around?”

Micah's Pov I was taking a break from the hassle of school in my private classroom. Of course, my friends were with me. We were indulging in one of our favorite pastimes. Drugs and talking about random shit. Today, most of our conversation seemed to center around Maya and the bet. It was annoying how the guys kept talking about how badly it was going. “I don’t mean to be rude Alphus,” Ted inhaled a lungful of smoke. “But if you can’t get the she-wolf to accept an apology note, how long do you think it would take to get her into bed? A year? Two?”

"That way, we can talk later." "Sorry," I said, sheepishly. "I don't have a phone." The man's eyes widened. "You don't have a phone?" he asked, clearly surprised. "How do you communicate with people?" "I usually just talk to people in person," I said, shrugging. The man burst out laughing, shaking his head. "You're quite the unique one, you know that?" he said, still chuckling. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

“Are you sure?” “No, but I was hoping you could help me find out.” Somehow, it doesn’t feel awkward moving on with a completely different subject with one of my mates, one of the loves of my life, who just told me he’s not ready for a relationship yet. “I overheard a group of men talking just outside this building, just now. One was tall, with brown hair tied in a bun and a long beard. Another had red, curly hair. There were others. I’m trying to remember....”

"You want to say something now?" Knuckles tell him and the guy sighs. "I didn't do anything." He speaks and I look around seeing the other men looking at everything unfold and I'm pretty sure one has piss running down his legs. I shake my head and focus back on the guy in front of us.

the guy moved towards Wilson as well. “I am saying that you intentionally stayed invisible so I would hit you. Are you looking for a fight? Do you want me to beat you up?” Wilson asked as he stood face to face with this guy with the amazing superpower, who seemed to be about the same age as him. His opponent chuckled and raised his voice a couple pitches. “You are going to beat me up? Do you know who I am?” “I know that you are unnecessarily loud.” Wilson said in his cool tone. “I am unnecessarily loud? Oh you ain’t seen nothing yet. This voice can go as high as the birds can fly.” The guy shouted, his voice had raised another couple notches. By now people, most of them looked youthful, the

I wish I will see that one day. When our laughter died, he extended his hand and said, "I am Damon Mikelson, 17. I am new too. Enough for today" I grabbed his hand, smiled wide at him, and replied, "It's nice to know you, Damon. Let's take baby steps. Hmm?" He nodded his head. I stood up from my place but he stopped me and asked, "Can you stay bit longer?". I nodded my head and sat again. Then I cleared my throat and voiced, "Let's not talk about our personal stuff. Can we talk about others general things?" He nodded his head and asked, "Ok but what we talk about?"

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."