Solitary Man Book Novels & Stories

“I'll wait for you there. See you, Kim!” Arriving at the coffee shop, I immediately ordered my favorite Americano. It seemed like a cozy place to refresh my mind. I pulled out my notebook, ready to continue yesterday’s research on Clostridium botulinum. It amazed me how something so tiny could pose such a massive threat to life. Shit! Even while working, I couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Who the hell was he? I was losing my mind, obsessing over him. This wasn’t like me. Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man.

What am I missing? Mysterious Woman It’s interesting how I am not attracting any attention since I am covered head to toe, with only my eyes shown, however, my focus was towards the private rooms. As I absently watched people enjoying their time eating, laughing, drinking, and making loud noise, it was appalling and amusing to watch the ignorance of these people. That was me once upon a time, but my life was thrust into a world where evil and danger is always near. A world where choices were taken away. A world I wished I never knew. The things I’ve done to survive is what keeps me awake at night. What I’ve seen people do to survive is the reason I am a very light sleeper. My head shook

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

only the successful can say such because someone is willing to listen to them. I made sure I put the money together in one place that was safe until my wife and kids came back home then we see the goodness of God together. I seeked wisdom again now it was a continuation of the gold sack of life book. I was having a verbose time in the literature filled book I read it and was done in an hour thirty minutes time. It was a moment of rest and time track was lost I felt cheated. The captivation was just beyond my wildest thoughts.

There was another breeze. He watched the dust swirl about him as the heat rose up in invisible waves, but still, he could not feel it, just the intensity of his loneliness when he was a child. His mouth was dry and he wished for water. This was absolute madness he thought, as he stared ahead into the abyss of desert. He felt his feet faltering. He looked down and saw the book. He recalled last time it changed into a weapon.

I choked out between coughs as I robotically moved my arms to keep my body upright and away from this frightening character. “Is that his name?” the man asked with a deep, raspy voice that had a hint of growl in it. “He’s fine. He’s just been tranquilized.” “Tranquilized!” I exclaimed with dismay. I’d finally coughed away enough water to be able to breathe and talk. “Why?” “So he wouldn’t bite me, of course,” the man said with humor. Working my arms so that I was moving toward the shore while still looking at him, I asked, “Who are you?”

block. His eyes were as misty asthe fog on north Manhattan on winter solstice and could not be deared no matter how many times the old man waved his hands. He felt like a victim of weed douse (thoroughly bathed in Indian hemp) "Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm" the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in

she says, her eyes staring at the mark on my neck . I just nodded as I walked closer, my eyes never leaving the mat . Sylvia and I sat on the mat , it had some fruit in a basket and also the novel that I had picked that evening from the library . I figured out you might want to know more so why don’t I give you time to think. I smiled as I picked up the book “ mate bond “ . Something about it felt surreal . When I turned to the river bank ahead of me , the man had dived into the water and when he let out his head again .

And as we ate, we watched one of Lucy's cartoons again. I'm starting to like these crazy animations. Lucy fell asleep and I took her to her bedroom. I headed back to Danica’s bedroom to check on her one more time. I leaned against the door seeing her knee-deep in the book she was reading. I took a peek at the cover to see what kept her so entranced, and I smiled when I saw it. Man into Woman, written by Lili Elbe and published posthumously in 1933. I watched her as she read the book.

"Show me. Show me who you are when you're not being perfect. When you're not trying to prove anything. Just you." He's quiet for a long moment. Then he pulls away. Goes back to the chair. Picks up the book again. "Sit," he says. I sit. He opens the book. Finds a page. Starts reading. His voice changes. Softens. Like the words mean something. Like they're important. It's poetry. Old. Beautiful. About wolves and moonlight and bonds that transcend death. I close my eyes. Let his voice wash over me. Let myself just feel.