One Topic At A Time Novels & Stories

It’s written elegantly, short and sweet. Luella, Overthinking is a mortal curse. Allow yourself to fully be free, and perhaps everything will make sense. And remember, always read between the lines. Blinking a few times, I go over the note multiple times before I put it down. I’ve had enough strange occurrences to last me a lifetime. Tomorrow I’ll deal with it. And hopefully the note will be right.

Thе thing іѕ, whеn a frіеnd like Blake, needs hеlр, іt’ѕ tіmе tо асt, аnd thіѕ level of rulе-brеаkіng іѕ саllеd fоr sometimes. Aftеr I’m fіnіѕhеd, I’ll look into the other fаvоr Blаkе аѕkеd аbоut. In a world that еnсоurаgеѕ productivity аnd multі-tаѕkіng, wе analysts work bеѕt when wе tackle оnе thіng аt a tіmе. I саll іt fосuѕ. Thе rеѕt оf the рrесіnсt саllѕ it OCD.

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Great! What did I tell you about my fate being quirky? About not knowing what the future holds for me? when I was talking about eating in the present? Exactly. This is my point. "Rule number one around here is that when I talk, you disburse your head of whatever is running through it, and listen to me. I won't repeat myself. Never... However, I'm going to say it once more because you are just coming and don't know how things ensue around here..." Theresa said, her thick long lashes towed a little as her stoic gaze focused on me.

Her phone kept vibrating, ringing incessantly, and it gave me a headache. Through the ringing, I could hear Crystal's voice on the other end, sweet and obnoxious. After she hung up, she came closer to my bed, as if to explain herself. "Crystal has a concert next month, and she hurt her palm. I can't just hang her out to dry, Linette. Don't worry. Marshall is here to take care of you. I can trust him," she added, but she seemed to realize her own words were hollow. She quickly rushed out of the room.

> "It's a little funny. Now pay attention. This is complicated and I don't have energy to repeat it." _*]:min-w-0">

"I'm even more grateful that he came giving us the opportunity to end this never ending training session." Lady Mana rolled eyes at them, "Same time tomorrow. Tell Aria and do not be late because I don't condole lateness. Remember that." she muttered then walked away. Mariella and Lynn stared at each other then sighed wearily. ******** The room was silent except for the faint crackle of dried herbs burning slowly in the corner. Old Seer sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and controlled as he drifted deeper into meditation. Then, a sudden flash appeared before him.

--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

One moment at a time. ***

She glanced at her watch, saw that she only had to get through one more hour, then she could escape without being rude. Forget about one day at a time right now, OK? This is one minute at a time, so hang in there. Just get through one more minute without a drink. Then another. And another and another until all those minutes add up to an hour. You can do this. You can, and you will.