Sidelined Novels & Stories

“The house is different without us in it. He doesn’t say so. But I can tell.” Isla was quiet. “Sandy,” she said. “Yes.” “You’re seven,” she said. “Almost eight,” Sandy said. “Almost eight,” Isla said. “And you’ve identified that Marcus has been lonely since you moved out and that something might be changing about that.” “Yes,” Sandy said. “And you wanted to tell me,” Isla said. “Yes,” Sandy said. “Why me specifically,” Isla said. Sandy thought about it. “Because you love him,” Sandy said.

- we can't stay here for long Layla, we need to get out from here - I agree but how? - I don't know, we need a plan It's the fourth month in this sanctuary, the army treating us as slaves, nothing news from the government, and it seems like the whole world has left is, we don't know what's going on outside, it's time to build a group to survive this war - so, do you have any plans? - yes, our group got only two persons, but we need more than that to get out

Came his curt reply. Everything at the moment was annoying him. It is trying to keep his emotions at bay that was brought about his two faces. He can’t show to his mother how much of a weakling he is when it comes to his wife. Ben has long left the place, he believed he is not needed there for the time being and him been there might a little bit of things up. “Then Alice, she shall be called” His mother uttered as she left him stranded there.

Asked Sabrina as she and Shawn walked at a deserted road. “Looking for a place to stay for the night, love, I think the engine of my car broke down.” Said Shawn with a chuckle trying to ease the uneasiness of the blonde, which didn't work one bit. “Can't you just call someone to come and fix it?” Asked Sabrina, studying her surroundings carefully. “Don't you think I would if I could?” Shawn replied sarcastically. “There's no signal here, plus my phone is dead.” He added walking with his steps large as a giant.

"Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." Dane was happy when he thought he saw a light coming opposite his position, he ran immediately but accidentally tripped on a wire that activated a string of wires tying his leg in a motion, dragging him upward with his right leg hanging in the air, he bumped his head in the tree and passed out, his bag slipped out of his hand.

I slide in the car, with my heart pounding wildly against my chest as his voice echoes in my head. Fuck me? Oh lord, it's happening? Sinclair slides in the seat next to me, starting the engine, and driving out of my street. I swallow hard as I fish out my phone, and lift the mobile to my gaze, biting down on my lips as my fingers hover over the keypad. ME: Hey. I'm sorry to cancel out on this, but I don't think I will be able to make it today. I'm absolutely tired, and I need some rest.