Shrinking Stories Novels & Stories

I took a sip on the beer that Ethan brought, Shia sat beside him. “Are you still writing?” he asks, he tried to look at my laptop but I closed it immediately before he see what I’m doing. Even Shia looked at me. “No, I’m just doing my presentation,” I answer. Shia laughed a little, so I gave her a shut-up-look that made her cough to stop herself from laughing. “She won’t let herself have a boyfriend if she’s still writing,” Shia says while she’s shaking her head. “No wonder I couldn’t find your account that you used to use to post your pieces before,” Ethan says, I nodded and forced myself to smile.

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

Let him see. Marcus’s jaw tightened. His hands gripped the arms of his chair like he was fighting gravity. They kept talking. About her copywriting years — writing other people’s words until she forgot her own. About how he’d drifted into papers and lectures instead of stories. The words got heavier. More honest. Every truth pulled something tighter in her chest. Her calf was still pressed against his leg. Neither of them had moved it. The heat from his body seeped through his pants and made her ache.

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

My throat closed up, and I forced myself to look away before my eyes betrayed me. “Jess.” Mariah’s voice was softer now. Concerned. I blinked hard, pretending to be fascinated by the uneven swirl of tomato sauce on my tray. “What?” “You’re doing that thing again.” “What thing?” “Shrinking.” I froze. Mariah sighed, resting her chin in her hand. “You hunch your shoulders. You try to make yourself small. Like if you fold in enough, maybe nobody will notice you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe that’s the point.”

The feeling was so good. I felt my walls closing in, like I was about to reach a new high. “I am so close,” I whispered as his tongue pushed deeper into me. He shakes his head as if saying not yet, as he pushes away from me. He quickly moves to unbuckle his pants as he releases his côck, I stare at it wide-eyed. None of the books I have read or videos I have watched prepared me for the size. I stare at it like I have a vendetta against it, its thick size is gruesome like it’s mocking me, the thick veins around it make it all the more scary.

Counselors told ghost stories with dramatic voices, making the younger kids squeal and cling to each other. I sat cross-legged on the ground, Daniel right beside me. His knee brushed mine every time he shifted, and though I told myself it was nothing, I couldn’t stop noticing it. I tried to keep my eyes on the fire, but my gaze kept slipping sideways. The glow of the flames painted his face in sharp lines his jaw, the curve of his nose, the easy way his lips curved into a smile when he laughed at a silly story. My heart did that flip again, stronger this time. I swallowed hard, staring at the fire as if it could distract me.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.