Slate Stories Novels & Stories

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

I give her a one-armed hug of reassurance. Me- You will always be my sister, Tellie. Tellie- You never call me that. Me- Babes, you will always be my sister. Slate joins us and I notice he and Tellie lock eyes. “Slate Conroy,” Slate says, coming over to introduce himself to Tellie. “Donnatella Conroy, I mean Bazin,” Tellie looks nervous. Slate smiles at her. “I think I liked the first one.” Tellie has a deep blush.

"I'm glad you loved it" "Mummy, please can you tell me another story?" "You need to go bed first. Tomorrow, I will tell you the Dangerous adventures of Zach" "Really? I'll be waiting then. Good night mom"