Short Title Books Novels & Stories

Amelia The hallway of the Literature department was plunged in that reverential silence that only exists in universities after six in the evening. My shoes clicked against the marble floor, a rhythmic and lonely sound that gave away my nervousness, even though I tried to convince myself that what I felt was indignation.

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

His breathing sped up, and he asked, "Are you getting an abortion?" For some reason, I detected a hint of disbelief in his words. I was about to speak when I heard Jennifer chuckle on the other end of the line. "You're being silly, Benjamin. How could Sammy bear to get an abortion when you and the child mean so much to her?"

What's going to happen if it reaches social media? My hands were shaking terribly, I managed to off the water and started practicing breathing techniques to calm myself down because I was loosing it. Suddenly the door flew open and Alice; the secretary walked in. "Isabella you don't look okay, are you going?", she asked immediately she saw me. I shook my head negatively, putting my hands behind me so she doesn't notice my shaky hands. "What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost ". "I think I need my medications", I lied," my insulin and -"