Sign Her Letters With X's And O's Novels & Stories

I inhaled deeply and started writing. At first, my fingers cramped. My letters were uneven, shaky, too angular. Brittany circled the D and Y with a red pen, tapping the paper with mild irritation. “Your loops are too tight. Relax your wrist.” “Easy for you to say,” I mumbled, copying it again. We did that for nearly forty minutes. Over and over. Every signature. Every slant. I had to copy her wedding signature, her thank-you note style, and even how she addressed envelopes.

Apparently, he was the only one finding this to be trippy. Daniel cuts his wrist, and Marx licked the wound. A mark materialized on his arm. For each of them who made the pledge, Marx got a sign marking their allegiance. Scattered all across his torso and arms were fifty-five different symbols for each of the members in his pack. Martha was the last to go. Shea made the mark on her forehead. She made fifty-six. When the light of the sign faded, Martha placed her opened palms on either side of Marx's chest. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again; they were a foggy gray.

"Arwen. This letter was written for you. To you." My throat is very tight. "The signature," I say. "At the bottom." Maya looks. She goes quiet. "It's burned," she says. "The bottom portion of the letter has been destroyed. Deliberately. You can see the scorch pattern is too precise to be accidental. But the first letter of the name is still there." She turns the letter so I can see it. A single letter. Elegant, clear, unmistakable. S. "S," I say.

‎ ‎I exhaled slowly, and then I nodded. ‎“Yes,” I said. ‎My voice was low, but it didn’t shake. ‎ ‎The official turned to Alexander. “And you?” ‎“I do,” he answered immediately. ‎ ‎No pause, no second thought. The pen was placed in my hand. ‎ ‎I stared at it for a second. ‎Then slowly… I signed. ‎My name, Clear and permanent. ‎ ‎Alexander took the pen next. ‎He signed right after me, his movements steady and sure.

Sincerely, Valeria Sero Valeria wrote a few more letters with the same content and then pulled a dagger out of her pocket before slicing her thumb. She pressed her thumb against the paper and did the same with the rest.

he said, and he said it carefully, making it a question about sourcing rather than a question about validity because the expression on his face had already answered the validity question for him. "The lodge," I said. "One of the three wolves by the exits. A clasp on the left sleeve, visible for a few seconds when they repositioned." I held his gaze. "I reproduced it from memory before I slept that night." He looked at the reproduction again and then at the seal on the letter and then he said, "The mediator's name in the letter is partially obscured in the signature block." It was true — the signature was in the style of professional mediators from that period, where the formal title was clea

she asked, raising her eyebrow. "Ma'am, may I know first what is your name?" the lady asked, looking at the computer. "It's Celestina Mesiadres, could you please hurry?" she asked impatiently. The lady nodded and fined her name in the computer. "You need to sign here first ma'am before I give the keys to you." She gave the papers to her and the ball pen. Celestina grimaced and start signing the papers with her very brief signature. It's only C and M in the font of Greek style. She gave back the papers and ball pen after signing it.

He tried to sign the bloody letters he wrote. Hardly trying his very best to end the note, he managed to signed the paper with a shocking name, as his opened eyes gradually closed —Priam Montgomery!

She tried to write but the only line she could manage was 'you can't destroy me because I destroy myself'. She groaned aloud in her room as she crumpled up the paper and chucked it across her bedroom. She slammed her head down against her desk, letting it rest there with her eyes shut. She couldn't even write anymore because every time she tried to, she would be reminded that all of those personal and private letters she had wrote for herself, they weren't just for herself. She was left like an open and vulnerable book for Leo to secretly be reading.

The courtroom was stunned, but the biggest shock was yet to come. I sneered and raised my hand. "Your Honor, I have one more secret to reveal." I walked to the stand and pointed a laser pen at the magnified answer sheet on the screen. "At the final step of every complex math equation, I always draw a tiny Greek letter Theta in the bottom right corner. It's a habit from middle school. Like an artist's signature." The red laser hit the microscopic symbol perfectly. "It's my own anti-counterfeit mark. No matter the situation, if I did the math, that mark is there!"