October Novels & Stories

It seems as though Time is the only person who has cared to know of my existence recently. Again, I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Sleep doesn’t find me very easily. I watch the silvery colours of the Moon along the wooden floorboards. Beams cast against Time’s sleeping face. Maybe he isn’t sleeping, since rumour has it that they don’t need sleep. Perhaps he is passing time, having to live by a simple half blood immortal like myself. He’s beautiful, really. The inky obsidian colour of his hair turns mercury silver under the light, glowing brilliant. It even frames his face, his skin looking flawless under the light. And to think, that simple mortal girl thought she was too good for him…

Calm down Eleanor! She told herself exaggerating, she didn't want him to see her insane state of mind which usually occurs once every month. Her true moody nature along with grumpiness hit her with full force in a shark week which is about to start tonight or in the morning perhaps, because she's already feeling the pain of cramps. Leon was hollering in laughter making her all more angry. Biting her tongue to control her rage, she walked out of his room and towards the kitchen.

she stated blandly. “Curiosity kills a cat, Rosie,” Cyrill countered. “Enough of you two!” Romaine shrieked gently. “Food’s already as cold as the winter’s frigid air.” “Ah yes, October has finally come,” Cyrill’s wry grin can be seen even from afar. He constantly reminds Rozelyn of her heartbreak anniversary by uttering the tenth month of the year. His sarcasm and teasing will always be an A-Lister; especially when it concerns Rozelyn.

Scarlett paused. "Hello." October called. "I am home."

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Anastasia explained. "Such as?" "Like in January, it's the Ice Moon. In February, it's the Storm Moon. In March, it's the Wind Moon. In April, it's the Wild Moon. In May, it's the Fire Moon. In June, it's the Ghost Moon. In July, it's the Light Moon. In August, it's the Sing Moon. In September, it's the Blood Moon. In October, it's the Frost Moon. In November, it's the Oak Moon. And in December, it's the Wood Moon," replied Ms. Anastasia.

“Or… if you want… stay a bit longer and we’ll go straight to my apartment. Don’t worry, you can shower there and all that.” “No… no, better come pick me up. Tonight will be clear… full moon,” I whisper, barely audible. I notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks nervous. “Today… isn’t today March 19?” he stammers. “No, sir… it’s the 20th.” “Impossible!…” he mutters, jumping in his chair. “I remembered something… will you teach me tomorrow? I have a very important commitment today,” I add, adjusting his tie as if suddenly suffocating.

If she’s talking about that time then… wait a second… “I hope she forgives me, although I know that what I did cannot be forgotten nor forgiven easily. I just want her to know that I’m sincerely sorry. And I’m sorry to you guys too. I didn’t want you guys to be troubled because of the mess I made, so I had to do what I did. But don’t forget that I love you guys and I always will love you guys. My world-‘’ I stopped the message before it could go on any further. I know that she says next and I don’t want to hear. I know this message all to clearly and a part of me cant help but feel disappointed. “What was…th’’ Kate tries to say, but is cut of by the electric voice of a lady coming from my ph