Passing Novels & Stories

she said, handing me an envelope containing the information. After hearing that, I felt excited. This was a nice thing to do outside of my daily routine. Plus, I could enjoy the ride and maybe make today a little more enjoyable. I quickly got ready and met up with the assigned driver. He seemed friendly, and we chatted for a while on the way. As the car rolled along, I felt more relaxed as I looked at the scenery outside the window. The serene environment and the warm sunlight after the rain made my day feel brighter and more hopeful.

someone asked. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand. I remained sprawled on the floor as I forced out, "I'm Noelle Grant. Your company's name is a combination of my and Lysander's names. You can check my passport and identification if you don't believe me. I have proof!" The men exchanged looks. The leader, Ray, glared at me as he clutched his injured head. "Your passport and identification have already been destroyed. I'll get your phone now—you'd better not be lying, or I'll feed you to the sharks!"

“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.”

The journey through the passage is silent, with only the gentle currents and the muffled echoes of their fins against the rocky walls brea the stillness. As they venture deeper into the passage, the water grows colder and denser, enveloping them in an otherworldly embrace. The passage acts as a transitional space, bridging the gap between the known and the unknown. With each stroke forward, they draw closer to the prison—a place that carries the weight of their sentence and the uncertain challenges that lie ahead.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

she moaned. Marc, busy nibbling on her ear, chuckled, the sound vibrating her sensitive lobe. "Hey, Thad, isn't there a French expression for pleasure that involves dying?" Dark eyes, with a tiny pinprick of red, a color she'd come to appreciate as she now associated it with excitement and not pain, at least when Thad wore it, met hers. "Ah yes, la petite mort, an eloquent way of saying climax. Something you'll be enjoying several of."

he says with obligation high in his voice. She gives a tightlipped smile and walks out.

With every millisecond that went by, that noose tightened. "I'm saying, I lost them and I can't find the car anywhere. I've got software running her number plate. As soon as a camera picks it up, I'll get pinged but it's been fifteen minutes Ace. He's either reached his destination or he switched cars," Jericho informed, his voice softening.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some leftover meatloaf I made the other day . As I waited for it to warm up I spoke to Shiva . " I have never felt a dream that was so real an my life " I stated to her " It's because your power is growing ,so that's why we need to release it tonight. Otherwise….." she paused . " Otherwise what ?" I asked her questionably. " Nothing... just try to focus on tonight ...okay? " she said, reassuring me everything we'll be fine . " Okay ...fine " I said to her walking back to the oven . I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled out the meatloaf.

“Safe passage for everyone.” “Yes.”