Passing Novels & Stories

Grandpa says pointing "Oh yeah right, well I guess you two better go next" "Ok son, I'll link you when we get to the pack, once you are all out, keep going west, we will catch up, don't wait." I nod "you sure?" "Yes son, we won't be far behind you." I then turn to the whole room "Right, Grandma and Grandpa are going next then we wait ten minutes and Lanna and Gregory go, once you get there mind link me and then Acre and Sky you go, then Shannon and Mitch, then you three," I say pointing to Mathew, Donny and Brie,

He looks at him and says, " Come on, kid, get off the bus. I got to go, " Nobody cares, He thought. A wave of emotions overcame him as he steps down off of the bus, his feet are heavy, heart palpitating, waterfalls flowing out of his eyes. He walked forward. He stands atop The Golden Gate Bridge walkway, staring and leaning over the four foot nothing rail, peering down to the looming waters below. Ace walks back towards the traffic, He runs as fast as he could and throws himself over the rail. He smiles and looks at the icy waters.

We're seeing the change firsthand. He leans down and kisses me softly. This is like New Years... oh wait. "Thank you for this. The future's going to be better because of you." Terra nods with a warm smile. He presses the buttons on the device once more, and the bright light sends us through time. The End.

“You ready?” I nodded and showed him my empty pockets, before heading up to my seat. The next two tests went about the same as the first. I finished them in an hour and twenty minutes, a ten minute quick potty break in between them. When I finished the last question, I stretched and cracked my back. Mr. Anderson was beaming at me as he grabbed all the supplies from me. “Great job, Skylar. You’ll be emailed the test results and your diploma if you passed.”

That winger had been watching and absorbing and transferring it forward, through proximity and visibility, to a twenty-three-year-old who had been writing things down since October and who read the ice three steps ahead and made it look inevitable. It had not been taught. It had been passed. There was a difference and the difference mattered: teaching assumed a curriculum, an intention, a defined outcome. Passing assumed only that the next person was paying attention. Torres had been paying attention. I went to find Jax immediately.

The forenoon cool breeze blow propelling goosebumps on my skin, the streets busy as ever with cars rushing towards different directions, teens and young pups chatting with their friends making their way to school or waiting for the school bus. Like always my bag hangs lazily on my shoulders getting strange and curious looks making me walk with my chin held up high sending waves of dominance to anyone who dares to glance my way longer than required. " I have a feeling whatever the Alpha needs us for won't be good," says my wolf Tiara, very vigorous, supportive, and can be very stubborn at times, but I adore her all the same.

Penny moves fast to get across the street to her dog. I start crossing the little cobble road when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out but it's already stopped vibrating "Shit!" I've got nine missed calls from Tom and two text messages. I was so lost in my thoughts when I was leaving the farm that I didn't take a second to think about the fact that he would call me nor did I think about the fact that it would be insanely impossible not to answer him.

I'm pretty sure he currently sat in his place in heaven, smirking down at me, in the same way he always did whenever he knew he had someone on checkmate. Corny bastard. I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly, trying my hardest not to blow up at the world for playing a tough one with me. Dad one, Simon zero. "Okay fine. Since it's in the will, and he's already dead, there's no way we could change it. I might as well accept defeat. How much time does it say that I have?" I asked, resignation and acceptance of my defeat evident in my voice. At this, my mother, my sister Melvin, and my late father's barrister, all exhaled deeply, now finally able to let go of their tenseness.

The car halts at once, but despite the nature of my request, he never takes his eyes off me. My body freezes. That beastly fury begins taking over my senses. My vision blurs, adrenaline spikes, yet a strange, fleeting calm settles deep inside me as I step into the brush. I stop unexpectedly. All I hear are my own heartbeats and the cracking branches beneath the trees. A warm, fleeting but powerful scent reaches me. When I turn toward the road, I see a black car-a sleek Ferrari speeding toward us at a breathtaking pace. A smile spreads across my lips, and I rush back out to the roadside.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."