Starting From The Bottom Novels & Stories

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

It was rewriting the code. And the story was finally starting to remember who held the cursor.

The show begins and while Monroe is concentrating on his part, I work on the intricate web in the corner. I start at the bottom, creating foot holds to travel upward as I add to the height of the design. My movements are swift and precise, the product of years of collaboration with Monroe.

Every step felt like the walls were getting a little closer. They reached the final pulley lift, and she moved it down. “Ok we’re back to about 50,” she said, after they’d already started moving. It was a little over 50, but she wasn’t sure exactly how much. And when they hit bottom, there was a staircase right there.

Finish what you started before you lose your mind.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Alastor gaped, hands automatically holding the back of her head to cradle it despite her thrashing. And that was when he noticed the darkening ground for the first time underneath her, “Wait a minute–…what?” his eyes darted around them in disbelief. Most of the soil had weathered and died, “What the hell is going on? Winters, please calm the fuck down!” “GET OFF OF ME!” Bewildered, he shakily obeyed. He can only watch in stunned silence as Winters quickly scrambled away from him as soon as he did. Her dark eyes were wide and terrified as she backed away from him, her legs visibly trembling like a newborn fawn.

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.