Modern Novels & Stories

She asked. "You don't want me to answer that." The door opened to reveal a man with beards longer than that of Mr Santa. He looked like he was in his fifties, with piercings and tattoos over his face, but what drew Alex was the moustache he had, Alex found it very funny looking. "Hey Taki," Amanda greeted. "Amanda!" He said with a strong Italian accent. "Come in, come in, I've got some news for you, good news!" He moved aside and beckoned for her to come in.

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr

Hard. "Ouch, That hurt!" I snarled. "I don't care," He snapped back. "Please, you both don't start right now. We reached your hostel, Summer. You both get ready to go inside," Mamma announced, sounding annoyed and it was no wonder. I looked up with my left hand still on my right elbow where that trash-face hit me and saw a building with three storeys — the building was built in the way how typical hostels were built; the exterior was coloured white completely with a gigantic entrance door in the middle where hung a big 'WELCOME' banner above it. There were many windows here and there in every storey.

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

Like I was at the heart of convergence. “See anything you like?’ asked Wyren “Not sure, I really do not know what I am looking at or what I want” I replied “True… well, I could get the essentials' ' she replied as she hurried off while her tail wagged. I continued to explore the city with its high rise, metallic tree-like structures that had branches which carried rounded buildings of all sorts of colors. The trees were of different sizes, some small, others large, and with mini buildings hanging from it. These trees were called Mastiers and the buildings that hung from it were called units. Each Mastier’s size represented its use and function. A shopping and housing Mastier were humongous,

I roll my eyes and I look at myself in the medium-sized mirror on the wall. "Ugh Chloe you're so lucky I wish I had a man like that when I was your age," Miranda says. Miranda Smith is in her late forties, she has long red hair, and green eyes and she acts like a teenager, she legit listens to Billie Eilish and Ariana Grande all day and she flirts with the young guys that come here. Daphne once joked about her probably grooming a teenage boy somewhere and I couldn't help but cringe at the theory. "That man gives me Jacob Black vibes," Carlos says, Carlos on the other hand has brown skin and dark hair and he's gay. He's handsome but sometimes I don't see that because of how annoying and nosy

There were so many people that their faces began to blur together in my head after a while. “Princess Jilliannah.” I turned and saw a blonde boy a little taller than me. I was calling him a boy because he looked about my age, but I’m sure he wasn’t. “Yes?” “I’m Collin Mockery. I just wanted to congratulate you.” “On what?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. “Well, the engagement for one, but, and you didn’t hear this from me, you’ve been nominated for the Golden Sweetheart.” “Wow. That’s amazing,” I started, having no idea what he was talking about.

a mocking voice echoes down the hall, loud and confident, dripping with irony. “You bastard… you killed my father!” Mark yells, sprinting like a beast, his eyes bloodshot with darkness. “Eh, eh… I don’t think so,” Logan lifts an AK-47 from the ground. It’s dirty, rusty, but on the gas pistons, you can just make out a black “5” with smoke curling from it. For some reason, Mark sees it too. He freezes mid-step, and Sam doesn’t move either. I can’t comprehend anything.

Inside, we found a modern apartment with large windows. The color scheme was dominated by white, black, and gray. A spacious living room greeted us, furnished with a long, white couch adorned with black pillows. In front of it, a TV was mounted on the wall, and a doorway led to a stunning kitchen. "Wow," was all I could muster, and he chuckled, tossing his keys onto the couch before strolling away. I trailed behind him, absorbing every detail of the apartment. A hallway stretched ahead, lined with three doors. One of them was presumably the bathroom, and the other two obviously led to bedrooms.

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