Open Novels & Stories

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

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Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC

"My way requires control. We can't both be right." "Actually," Eli said, "we can. They're not mutually exclusive. Control is how you protect yourself. Trust is how you open yourself. You need both." "I don't need to open myself," I said. "No," Eli said. "But you're going to want to. Eventually. And when you do, I'll be here." It was the closest he'd come to saying something that wasn't professional. And I realized I'd been waiting for him to cross that line.

About whoever else he’d put in a chair. The screen listed slots for twelve subjects, most tagged **PENDING**. Only one line glowed fully green. SUBJECT C‑01 – DOMESTIC ENVIRONMENT – ACTIVE. Beneath that, ghosted out: C‑02 through C‑04 – “ONBOARDING PREP.” Nothing actionable. I tabbed back. My eyes snagged on a different option in the menu: **PROTO‑OMEGA.** Different font. Different color. Like it had been bolted on later.

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He asks the doctors to read all the chemical formulas written on the buttons. " If you find any formulas which are out of context or are of mixed substances then type it on my phone," he says, passing his device to one of the doctors. It took thirty minutes for the doctors to crop out the wrong formulas from it. The formula goes like this. Open [ E4y , 6Oh , cyxN , 8P ] It was clearly a wrong series of formulas and if one arranges it accordingly it will create something like this. [ 6Oh 8P E4y cxyN ] and after removing all the extra characters the remaining are OPEN.

She gives me the same sign back as an agreement. The doorbell suddenly rings and everyone is confused, who this is going to be. I walk towards the door to open it. When I open it I see someone I never felt this before. Hate. I feel hate right now. His presence gives me a shudder on my back. His look changes from happy to confused in seconds. Trevor. ... (to be continued)

He reads it. Nods once. I send it. Three hours later, Derek replies. Not a message. A photo. Evan. Running across a beach somewhere, arms out, face completely open, and beside him, matching the run with the specific joy of a man who is finally showing up, Derek. Below it three words. We are okay. I look at the photo for a long time. Rhys looks over my shoulder. "He is going to be fine," Rhys says. "Yes," I reply.