Novel Lines Novels & Stories

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Heather Jenner glanced at the ovulation test strip in her hand. The result was clear—a bold red line. Today was the day. Her body was about to release a mature egg. It would be her best chance to conceive. Without hesitation, she tossed the strip aside and stepped out of the bathroom. In the expansive, minimalist living room, a man lay sprawled across the sofa, drunk. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. The gentle rise and fall of his throat with each breath was tantalizing.

No public arguments; we present a united front. Wear wedding rings when necessary. Check in with each other daily, even if it's just a short conversation. Don't interfere in each other's careers. Don't reveal the true nature of this marriage. I handed the notebook back to him. He scanned the list, a faint smile touching his lips. Then, pressing the pen to the paper, he quickly jotted down his own terms. After a minute, he handed it back. I read through his additions, my eyes drifting up to meet his as I finished:

Martha ordained by noon. Noah having pre-briefed everyone. The evidence package inadmissible answer. The good fruit. A good day deserved fruit. I picked up the pencil. I wrote the second line. *I have loved you in the specific language of ordinary things.* I looked at it. Yes. That was true. I kept writing. --- Noah appeared at the kitchen table at noon. He looked at the notebook. He looked at me. "The vows?" he said. "Yes," I said. "How many lines?" he said.

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This one was silvery, almost iridescent in color, apart from the droplets of blood swirling like beads along its surface. I tried not to gag as I drank it down. The second potion tasted not of blood, but of dirt and starch. It was just as vile, but this one would prevent us from losing access to our magic. “That is a special kind of hell. Who decided ley line travel was a good idea?” Nova groaned, rubbing at her temples.

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‎ ‎Lines they didn’t cross. ‎But almost did. ‎And soon, she realized, almost would no longer be enough. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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