Shrinking Story Romane & Geschichten

We were outnumbered hundreds of times, and the biggest problem was that I knew I couldn't maintain the size of my giant wolf now. I needed to get Ethan and the rest of the group out of there! I gathered more of my strength and tried to run faster, but there were just too many enemies and I wasn't able to clear out the path fast enough as my wolf was getting smaller. And unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who noticed my wolf's shrinking. Madalynn was now with Behar, watching me from far away as I shifted back to human form. "She is shrinking! Slow her down and get her!"

Resh! I heard my name called out twice. First it was Bridda. Followed by Aaron, her cousin. I turned to them with the most innocent look I can master. "Yes?" "Mind explaining what you were doing in that car?" I gave Bridda a foolish grin and scratched my head. "I am trying to convince BossStudio to take on the story I am writing. " "Woow! Big dreams man! You think they'd pay attention to a story from a nobody like you?" Here goes the greatest sarcasm of all times.

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.

While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me . The laughter intensified when the teacher read the part about me sipping hot cocoa and talking to my golden retriever . Some called me stupid while others said I needed to see a doctor to check if everything was alright in my head . At this point the teacher could not control the class . She gave up and they continued throwing words at me . I was at the brick of tears that was until a guy from behind my chair moved forward and held my hand , he consoled me . He was the first person to do that after Louisiana had left . For the first time I felt someone other than my parents and Louisiana cared . He we

The ceiling lowered. Rhena froze. She blinked once. Twice. Then she looked around. ‘The walls,’ I hummed from within. ‘I can see that,’ Rhena gasped ghostly. The entire house was shrinking. ‘What the hell is this…’ I growled, as Rhena paced in a circle, claws digging into the floorboards. Everything felt like it was breathing around us, reacting to us when it felt the need to. When it saw that our escape was closer. Panic gnawed at the edges of my thoughts.

Vessa writing what Thornwall had looked like from inside and what had changed. Serne writing about seven years of watching alone before the network gave her somewhere to take what she carried. Real accounts. From real people. Specific. Undeniable. Not because they were eloquent. Because they were true. The narrative began losing its traction within a week. Not dramatically. The way false things lost traction when they encountered real ones. The specific deflation of a story that cannot hold its shape under contact with the actual. Evening. The summer garden. She sat on the wall.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

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