One Sided Stories Novels & Stories

They didn’t want a theoretical treatise; they wanted hope with dirt under its fingernails. We told our story. Not as a polished narrative, but as a series of vignettes. Lanc talked about boots full of mud and the weight of a shovel. Chloe talked about the hollow fear in a paycheck’s absence and the fierce solidarity that filled it. Arthur mapped our tactics on a whiteboard with detached academic flair, calling our approach “asymmetrical narrative engagement.” When it was my turn, I stood, my notes trembling in my hands. I looked at the expectant faces and heard Mrs. Henderson’s voice: a campfire story.

As I smiled, I realized how weird this was. Wow! “Umm…” I scratched the back of my neck. “It was nice to meet you, Ivy.” I laid emphasis on her name, a way of reminding myself that she was actually a person. I was terrible with people. I avoided people. What was I doing now? “You haven't technically met me yet, Noah. And I doubt I want you to.” “Oh! Why is that?” “Well, I just dumped the story of my life on you and like I said, that's some pretty fucked up shit. How am I supposed to face you after that?”

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

don't think I've agreed. ”Please." "Why can't you go?" ”Well...you know father's grieving and I'm the only one who's at his side at this point. We never know what he can do when he's alone."Diane explained and her friend kept mute. She understood exactly what he said, they never know what could happen when the Old man is alone. He had tried diverse ways to kill himself due to the loss of his wife. The last time it happened she and Diane entered at that point catching a silver knife held at his throat.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.

"What are you doing? Just tell me! Why would you hurt yourself?" Finally, Jack hesitantly confessed the situation between him and Rhea—but, of course, it was his altered version of the story. In his account, he and Rhea had only committed the mistake once after having too much to drink. His reasoning was well-constructed. He claimed that during a particularly stressful period at work—when the company was tackling a major project, and I had recently suffered a miscarriage—he felt physically and emotionally drained. After he closed a deal over drinks one evening, Rhea had offered to drop him off at a hotel as it was getting late. They had both been drinking, and that's when they accidentally s

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

"Sure, there is a wire inside the panel between our seats, just attach your phone there." "Ohh, thank you much." I did as I was told and again we were enveloped with silence after. "According to Dan, you are single and ready to mingle, huh?"He asked while maintaining his eyes on the road. "Yes, I broke off five years ago from my two-timing boyfriend." "What a jerk! Didn't he see what he had been missing?"

“But Leah mentioned there was a time, not long ago, she went here when she was really sick. Leah found out that she just had done an abortion and she was forcing herself to drive to here. At that time, Leah saw madam’s most vulnerable condition and she took care of her until she went back healthy again. However Leah saw madam still drowning in her sadness when she left the winery. She overheard that madam will go straight to the club to forget her sadness, and said she will find a man to forget her sadness and pain.” ‘That’s the reason she went for a one night stand!’ Martin remembered about it Since Martin continued to listen, Jacob has no choice, except to continue the most terrifying one,