My Friends Feet Novels & Stories

I look back and see him walking diligently me He get to me and smile New guy: just wanna tell you am sorry for interrupting your fight maybe I shouldn't have to Jasmine : no it okay i should be the one thanking you Dad : first time I would see you with friend He smile i smile and i get to the car Dad : care if i-give you a ride New guy : not really necessary i would like to use my leg He start walking Dad : where are you going to New guy : avenue J Dad : whatt on leg (dad seem so-surprised) Jasmine : why are you amazed Dad: Avenue J is three time far from our house to school Jasmine : this can't be true

“ You can count on me like 1, 2, 3 I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like 4, 3, 2 And you'll be there 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh. ” “ You can count on me, 'cause I can count on you. ” Aw.

Will, he going to kiss her? "Athalia. You're here!" Charles called Athalia. He approached them. "Hi, I'm Charles. Athalia's new friend." He held out his right hand to Luke. Luke accepted Charles' handshake. "I'm Luke, Athalia's Best Friend since childhood." Luke introduces himself to Charles. She was surprised by what he said. Best friend? Did she hear it right? Or maybe, he just said that because Charles introduced himself as her friend. It hurt her to think that. She looked at him. He seemed serious about the words he uttered.

I only prayed they didn't really come out and start bleeding since I'm not sure whether that small amount of blood would attract rottens from miles away like blood in the sea attracts a predator. The others have been doing the same thing, inspecting their feet for signs of harm. Justine and Ricky seem to be the only ones who don't bother to take off their shoes. They're undoubtedly accustomed to walking ridiculously large distances, and I'm positive if they can get blistering on their calloused feet, they're not aware of the agony. Years of pounding have most likely transformed their feet to rock. Diana had the worst luck. Her feet had already broken and were bleeding. Diana stooped down and

Finally, the shuffling of feet and the hushed murmurs faded into nothingness, leaving an absolute stillness that was both a comfort and a curse. Allowing myself to breathe again, I inhaled deeply, the cave's musty odour a relief to my senses. My eyes drooped with fatigue, the adrenaline that had kept me running for hours rapidly dissipating into exhaustion. But it wasn't just my body crying for rest—my mind was a jumbled mess of fear, stubborn will, and guilt. Images of my friends flashed—Lily's laughter, carefree yet haunted; Elena's optimistic smile that always banished my doubts. Although our friendship was forbidden, it was my lifeline. Knowing they were still out there, perhaps searchin

Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t think I've ever met anyone like her… she's the only one I can call a friend." "Ouch" Kaleb said, clutching his chest playfully, "You are saying you don't consider me a friend? Such a hurtful thing to say, doll face. You wound me!" Sasha punched him playfully, "Stop calling me, doll face. And you know what I meant. Besides, it's the truth. We have never been friends… Why do you suddenly care about that now?" He turned to face her fully, and Sasha held her breath. "Change is a part of life, is it not?" he asked, then continued without waiting for her to reply, "In fact, some people say it's constant. We w

I roll her over so I can see her, wiping the tears from her face. "Why are you crying?" I ask her and her tortured eyes meet mine. "They left me. They left me there suffering alone to go to a party." She says and my heart nearly breaks in two for this sweet, kind, generous woman who picked the worst fucking friends. "They looked like strippers in their outfits." I say, trying to make her feel better. She lets out a mix of a sob and a laugh and I hold her until her tears dry and she falls into a troubled sleep.

"Junior year of college, when that homewrecker confronted you in person, I fought her for you. I was written up by the school because of it. "And now?" Dylan gritted his teeth and stared straight into my eyes. "Just because I have stayed at your place for a few days, you are losing your temper at me like this. "Max Cairncross, after everything I have done for you, can you honestly say you are not ashamed?" Dylan was right. He had done a lot for me. Otherwise, we would never have become best friends for nearly twenty years. But friendship was mutual. I pushed his hand away and met his gaze, word by word.

"So you don't like that Adam, right?" I froze, almost laughing. "Of course not. Just friends."

He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He kissed my forehead. Luke came into the room. He stood by the window. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. Damien came into the room. He stood in the corner. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Eight people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to healing. Luca raised his. I raised mine. Derek raised his. Luke raised his. Damien raised his.