Realistic Novels & Stories

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Anyways, I stood in front of the mirror gawking at myself. My eyes, red and swollen, appeared lifeless with dark circles prominent under them, a result of bawling my eyes out and due to lack of sleep. Dry tears stained my cheeks, my unkempt hair sticking all over my sweaty skin. The pale skin of my neck was covered with hickeys which had turned black and blue by now. My busted lips with blood clouted on them. My state didn't disappoint my anticipation. As expected, I look horrible. My brutalized disheveled appearance resembled a homeless person.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

“How was tonight?” Nate leans back, head prop on the couch. “It was lit,” he answers. “The crowds was good, like they always have. When I was about to leave, this man approached and told me he knew a guy. Gave me his card and said I really should call him. I don’t know,” he hesitates, the light in his eyes dims. “I don’t know if I’m going to call him or not. Maybe it’s just a scam. I want my dream to be real so bad, but I can’t throw caution to the wind. You know, in case they don’t pan out the way I hope.”

Libia admitted, her eyes lighting up at the thought of him. “I see,” Natalia replied, forcing a smile. She knew exactly where this was heading; it wasn’t the first time Libia had let herself get carried away by false hopes. “Yeah, I know I’m being foolish,” Libia acknowledged. “But I feel like this is different. And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just let things flow.” “Romance is good,” Natalia said. “How are your therapy sessions going?” “Fine, everything’s in order,” Libia explained, though she knew that was far from the truth.