Starting From The Bottom Novels & Stories

The night breeze was cool, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers, and I felt myself relax. Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy the peace, a familiar voice suddenly called out, “Tess.” I turned my head. Standing under the warm glow of the lights was James. His expression was complicated. “Tess, I know I was wrong before.” His voice was low and heavy.

the thing we had broken hadn’t been the bottom. Zayden felt it too. his expression shifted. not fear. worse. recognition. “Aria…” Low. controlled. but I already knew. because the space was pulling again. not upward. not outward. down. And this time. there was no core left to break. no system left to shatter. only whatever had been beneath it all finally—fully awake.

Always eye level. “Day 57,” Adrian said. 70 BPM. “We sleep in. No alarm. No court. No 3:01 PM. We make pancakes. Chocolate chip. Susan rule. We go to the beach. We build a sandcastle. And we don’t look over our shoulders. Because there’s nothing behind us. Anymore.” “Day 100,” Adrian continued. “You start first grade. Ivy and Isla start saying sentences. Bear gets a medal. For T-Rex. I go to work. 9 AM. I come home. 3 PM. Every day. No ‘eventually.’”

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how. Back at the apartment, Everlyn didn’t sit down.She went straight to the board.Not the old one, A new one.Clean and Empty.Jesse watched her.“You’re starting over.”Everlyn picked up a marker“No.”“I’m starting differently.”She wrote one word at the top:CONTROLThen beneath it:COLLAPSE

I woke with a sharp pain in my stomach this morning. I knew it was time. My baby was coming into this world. I had asked for books on child birth months back and for once the monster had delivered. I have read everything he brought me dozens of times. However, nothing could have prepared me for the actual event. The cramps intensified and I struggled to the bathroom. After I relieved myself and started to make my way back to the bed I heard a pop and instantly felt liquid running down my leg. I filled the bath with warm water and grabbed the only two towels I had. One to bite down onto, and one to wrap the baby in. I began pushing once my contractions started happening every minute. All boo

' 'Yes, Goddess. 'That's good. Should just be the 14 blows then. Let's see.' She reached for the hoist control and lowered me down so my feet were flat on the floor. There was even a bit of slack to rest my arms. 'Move your feet apart wider than your shoulders.'

The game has finally started. Complete mayhem breaks out. I take a glimpse at Matt, only to find him staring astonished at the moving walls. My brain is frozen trying to find a logical explanation of what is happening around us. Platforms of all sizes stand out at different heights, while the floor is falling apart. I duck just in time before the surface under my feet breaks into small particles and vanishes in the bottomless abyss. We all start jumping and grabbing the newly formed prominences, away from the hole in the ground and moving up to a safer spot.

She had drawn the section from the south edge. He had not told her to begin from the south. He had told her to draw the first section before their next meeting — the section as the beginning of the attending made into geometry, the inside view before they had spoken about plans or elevations or programmes. He had told her: draw what you know from the inside. Let the south edge be in it if it belongs there.

“Alright then. On my count.” I tensed, lowering myself into a starting position as Edwin countered down. “3, 2, 1!”