O With A Slash Through It Novels & Stories

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

“What?” “Ah-ah-I’m sup-ssssss-ssssssss-sup-supposed t-t-t-t-t-t-t-to ssss-st-sstay w-w-wi-“ I mentally cursed my inability to properly speak as Soren cut me off abruptly. “Look, I’ve got my orders and I don’t have time to listen to your stuttering mess of whatever it is you’re trying to say.”

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.

I have to remember that. When that promise echoed in my head, mas lalo pang sumikip ang dibdib ko dahil dito. Not because I found that ring with that initials kundi dahil sa hindi naman talaga O and F ang mga letrang 'yon. But it was actually D and F.. Maaaring nagkamali ako sa pagtanda sa mga letrang 'yon but its form, its design. It was the same as that ring.

Five days after I saved my girlfriend from an unhinged, violent patient, the wound on my arm tore open and got infected again. I wanted her to drive me to the hospital, but she spared me a glance before refusing, citing the need to avoid her being seen treating family. Left with no choice, I took a cab to the hospital by myself. Dizzy and weak from a burning fever, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs, injuring my foot in the fall. At that exact moment, my supposedly busy girlfriend, Stella Sloan, was gently supporting her young male intern and passing right by me to cut in line for emergency treatment. A nearby nurse quickly tried to smooth things over for her. “Dr. Sloan takes

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Olivia: If it is Asher and Ash, yes Olivia: The 'and' isn't a typo Olivia: Just Asher or just Ash don't get to touch my nape Olivia: Only Asher and Ash can Olivia: Good luck at work, Mob boss Ash and stay safe Olivia: <3

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On the front, written in neat handwriting, were four words: FOR DAMIAN LAWSON ONLY And beneath the words was the same symbol they had found in Father Michael's chapel— The circle. The three vertical lines. Samuel Okeke's mark.