Straight Stories Novels & Stories

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

Which word in the dictionary is spelt incorrectly? "Come on, there's no such word in the dictionary." I replied swiftly. "Did you even think about it?" "No," I replied flatly. "It's incorrectly. The word that is spelled incorrectly is incorrectly." He explained. I burst into a fit of laughter." I did not see that coming." "How about this? What word begins and ends with E but has only one letter?" I cracked my brain in an attempt to answer his question. He looked at me with a questioning gaze and I shrugged.

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

“More like daggers.” “Oh no.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “What happened?” I exhaled, lying back against my pillows. “Where do I even start?” “The beginning is always a good place.” “Fine.” I closed my eyes, letting the words flow. “So, I get there, right? The place is massive. Like, straight out of some rich-kid movie. And, of course, I’m getting stares the second I walk in.” “Typical.” “But then I meet this girl, Rachel. She seemed nice enough, showed me where my classes were.”

Jenny giggled, covering her mouth. My friends, who I'd worked hard together with in the past, also came together with Jenny, but they joined in the laughter too, teasing, "We’ve always heard Jenny say her brother likes beautiful women, and she wasn’t lying! He walked in and went straight for the prettiest one here!" As it turns out, my so-called old friends had already grown close enough to Jenny to joke around like this. Jeremy was incredibly strong, and I couldn’t break free. Seeing as no one was going to help me any time soon, I stomped on his foot hard, and he finally let go with a pained cry.

That made it easier for him to pretend she was Anna. Sylvie quietly put on her clothes and brought out her notebook to jot down the number 998. Connor's voice abruptly rang out behind her, "What are you writing?" Before she could react, the notebook was snatched out of her hands. Connor saw the line on the last page. "Just hang in there a little longer. Soon, it'll hit 999 times." Startled, Connor asked in a slightly trembling voice, "What will hit 999 times?" Lowering her eyes, Sylvie said, "Once you've slept with me 999 times, I'll give you a surprise."

Marlow just looked at me with a blank expression on his face, but I have spent about a week with him and I knew it meant “I’m glad you found a way around your skin reaction and can now shower like a human being.” “You know, just for once I’d like to hear your voice.” He gave me a blank stare and then looked away when Miles handed him the tablet so he could make his order. “Hey, do you guys know Trevor Reed?” I asked deciding to give up on getting Marlow to talk to me. Instantly, all their faces became sour and grumpy. “Everyone knows Trevor Reed,” Miles spat with disgust. He sounded like a Disney villain with his accent, I almost giggled.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Jena replied, no less annoyed. "I told my Daddy what to wear stupid!" Aiora teased irritated. "Your apartment phone isn't working?" Asked Jena looking at Aiora sarcastically. Aiora closed her eyes for a moment "Oh I forgot." His reply was innocent which made Jena annoyed and wanted to chop Aiora. "Why are there so many reporters?" Asked Aiora interrupting Jena who was about to grumble in annoyance. Jena looked ahead to see a lot of journalists in front of the Mcdarwis company.

Aside from Evelyn, everyone had had a few drinks, their faces flushed, clearly a little tipsy. No one knew who started it, but all of a sudden, the conversation shifted to ex-boyfriends. Some people doubled over with laughter. Others had tears in their eyes. A few stories were so ridiculous that Sophie could barely breathe from laughing. She nudged the only sober person next to her. "Evelyn, what about you?" For a moment, Evelyn's expression went blank. Unbidden, memories surfaced in her mind.