Short Classic Novels & Stories

After all "a woman of your class is never to show weakness, It attracts the enemy" these are my mothers words when ever she feels am acting weak.Wise words right. I didn't have much friends because of her because who ever comes to my house for a visit I always pity them because it always seem like they came for an interview rather than visiting their friend and then at the end of the day when she is done bombarding them with questions she'll bring her wonderful conclusion. Chloe or whatever her name is, is not someone you should move with she's not of your class but you should try going out more with tessy, she fits

She said and I can't help but rolled my eyes on her. Comfortable? Well let me explain to you what happened. Just this morning, I tried to convince her to change her way of style. Since she look like a grandma on her outfit. I mean who wear long skirt matching big shirt and long jacket? C'mon we are now in new generation but she still hang on to old ways. "This is only skirt and simple shirt. What wrong wearing this?" I asked her ridiculously. "Hello??? Me wearing that? Do you look at me? I can't picture myself wearing that. Especially that skirt, it's short skirt!" She said and I shakes my head at disagreement.

Hopefully enough to convince him to stick around after the bowling. I settle on a royal blue turtleneck with a cutout across the bust—subtle, but absolutely showing off the goods. I pair it with high-waisted faux leather pants and matching chunky-heeled ankle boots. I go light on the makeup except for a bold red lip, and I pile my long red hair into a messy bun that looks effortless but actually takes twenty minutes. You know. Classic. I send a selfie to Chris, Fati, and JoJo for final approval.

Nancy nodded and walked out. I didn’t know what she said to Mom, but the harassing phone calls became much less frequent. Not long after, things suddenly took a turn. That day, I was negotiating prices with a supplier when Nancy suddenly sent me a link. Along with it, she wrote, [Your cousin is trending online.] I clicked on it and saw that a gossip account had posted. The headline was dramatic. [Influencer Moves Into Relative’s Home, Steals Everything From Cousin While Pretending To Be Pitiful]

Sheila said with a wide grin. "Thanks." I turned back to the mirror. I like to keep myself simple and elegant. So, I chose a simple chiffon dress. It reached my midthigh, and was a mixture of black and gray. "Cain is getting ready in his room." She chuckled with eyes full of mirth, "Said he wanted to do this the old-school way you know." "Old school?" My confusion was also filled with amusement. "Yeah, pick you up, give you flowers, a nice long walk." She waved her hand in the air and rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Etcetera, etcetera."

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

A couple had just moved into a small castle they'd recently purchased and were excitedly searching all the nooks and crannies. In a large underground room they found many empty barrels that had been drunk years ago,but one that appeared to be full. They immediately put a tap on it,and out poured delicious brandy. They drank and served it at parties, enjoying not only its flavour ,but the fact that it could have been hundreds of years old. Months later when the brandy stopped flowing,they noticed that the barrel was still too heavy to be empty. They cut it open with a saw,and found A SHRIVELLED CORPSE CURLED UP IN THE BOTTOM!

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

“Go change and meet me in the truck in five minutes.” “Deal,” I say with a laugh. Normally, I’d do my hair and makeup to go to a bar, but tonight I don’t give a damn. I throw on jeans, a black top, and red heels. I cave and put on mascara and lip gloss, but I’m still ready in just about five minutes. I comb my hair with my fingers as I walk through the old farmhouse and outside, getting in the passenger side of my grandpa’s old pickup truck. “Lucky for us, the bar isn’t far from here,” he says and pulls down the driveway.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.