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Maria asked me. I shrugged my shoulders "I think my novel will only be a memory. I have absolutely no intention of stringing words in front of my laptop anymore. At first I thought my happiness was from money, the luxury I got made me complacent. But here I am now. I'm with my wolf "I smiled.

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I am so grateful to the one who invented music because I would literally die of boredom without it, even though I only listen to one band which is the Mayday Parade -- an American rock band from Florida that I had discovered because of my deceased brother - Zon. My inside cells were already dancing to the beat of the song Miserable at Best as I watched the bus slowly move across the roads. It'd definitely take a while before I reached the school. The conductor kept on calling passengers without realizing the bus was already full. He couldn't even smell his own breath while trying to cross between people standing in the middle of the bus.

"She'd left me the globe. It was beautiful. All bleeding colors and this sort of vignette inside that looked like the moon and stars. She said it was called Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams, and it had been one of Judy's favorites. I didn't know then what it was worth, but I thanked her daughter and took it. Then I turned in my letter of resignation. I didn't know what I was going to do next, but there wasn't a chance in hell I could go back to that job. Eventually, I ended up here. I started this shop as a way to honor her memory." Misty lifted her gaze to his. "Today is the four year anniversary of her death. It always gets me down." She needed comfort and kindness. Denver recognized that. But h

He didn't know what she had seen and he didn't know what she had heard but he knew one thing. Misery was a soul drainer. It sucked and sucked until you had no more to give and the deeper you wallowed, the faster it sucked.... And where there was misery, self depreciation was never far. He didn't want that for Eleanor. He went straight to the closed door and knocked, giving her the chance to open up. He heard a faint, "Come in." Come in? He rose his hand to the door handle and pushed. The door swung open. The smell of alcohol was too strong to deny. He frowned and walked in, noticing the staleness of the room. As he looked around, he heard a gentle,

I’m hungry, but I don’t have the drive to stand up and find food for myself in the kitchen. The maids have given up on me because I keep turning down the food that they delivered in my room these past few days. I gripped my comforter and sighed lazily before pulling the comforter away from my body. I stood up and left the bed to get myself water from the mini-refrigerator inside my room. I pulled a bottle of water and a chocolate bar before I sat on the floor while my back was against the fridge’s door. I eat my bar while I keep staring at the dark ceiling above me. I have been like this for two weeks.

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

he totally wasn't expecting that. "You never did that but you made my life miserable. My whole lifw I've been haunted by that night beacuse of you. Out of all people did it have to be you. It's like I don't know you anymore." "You never knew me and I bet you still don't know me and what I'm capable of." "I'm glad I don't and I don't ever want to, take him away." Misery was written all over her face. She didn't know where to start from here. She couldn't help but break into tears while her knees crashed on the floor.

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The sight almost ripped the soul out of me. Not because I still had feelings. To me, he was nothing but nightmare. If Lindsay was lifelong torment, Finley was the demon inside it—the devil himself, straight out of hell.