Stop Right There Novels & Stories

I don’t trust my voice enough to answer. “You say red, I stop. Right then. No questions. No waiting. Just stop.” His lips brush the shell of my ear as he speaks. “If it’s too much but you don’t want to stop, say yellow. That tells me to slow down, ease up, or change what I’m doing.” I nod again, breathing harder now, my heart pounding against the mattress. “I need to hear it, Red.” “Red to stop. Yellow if it’s too much.”

Home. THE END.

She turned to me smirking " What?" " This wheel shrunk." She said, kicking the wheel with her sneakers again " I'll fix it." I opened the cap I took the other wheel and I took off the shrunken wheel " Marc, let's take a stop?" She said ( Stop meaning in french, a ride with a stranger without paying." " Ohh really? I'm Marco Carnell, I will take a stop, it's impossible." " I'll do it." I looked at her as she approached the road and tried to stop a car. God, patience! Patience!

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Both of them moving to close the gap in the gate. "Stop there," the one on the left said. I stopped.

I look behind maybe there is someone behind me whom she is looking to, but I see no one. Err… is she looking at me? I wave my hands in front of her eyes. She blink then she continued to stare at me. “Hello?” I shyly said. Uhh, can’t she understands English? Ahh, right! Maybe she’s a Korean or a Japanese. “Annyeong haseyo” I greeted. Still no effects. “Konichiwa?” still no response. The heck, she’s cute but she’s creeping me out. “Oh? Sapphire, you’re there. I’m looking for your for like hours now,” girl said then she followed where her friend’s eyes is

Not touching just there. Close. Waiting.

He wiped her tears with his thumbs, taking a final breathe before saying what he ached to put forward all along, "Don't" she pleaded, stopping his confession, holding his wrists, detaching them from her face, "Don't love me"

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

Not giving him an opportunity to speak, or stop me. ##################