The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

Jim slowed his pace, wary of what might happen next. Without warning a fierce spray of soil issued from both of the holes, like two brown fountains sending up jets of fine earth. The soil fell on the path in front of the gate and within seconds a great mountain of dirt had formed, blocking Jim’s way to the gate. There was no way he could get around the heap of dirt without going off the path, and that’s where his pursuers lurked. He thought about trying to climb it, but it was at least nine feet high and made entirely of loose earth. Earth was their element. There might be worse things hiding in the pile than lurked at the sides of the path.

Tonight she was invisible among the candles of her own company, and this time it was a choice, and the choice was armor, and under the armor her heart was doing something suspiciously like joy. It turned at look four. She felt it happen, a change in the air pressure of the room, the sound of thirty conversations all lowering at once. A buyer from Rome stopped mid-sentence with her hand still on a canapé. An old editor, one of the fossils Sofia had invited precisely because fossils remember, leaned forward on her cane and looked at look nine for a long, long time. "Who cut that shoulder?" the fossil said, to no one. "That's a hand. That's not a computer. That's a hand."

Yeah, it was a perfectly normal after school activity. I ended up jumping into the dirty container and found the small, black book the moment my feet touched the container's floor. It sat there, calm and imposing just like it had been in my dream. I brushed the hair off my face, noting how odd and stupid I most likely looked now as I bent to pick the book. It felt light and heavy at the same time, if that made sense and I opened the first page gingerly. It contained faded ink which I could probably read if I was in a more conducive environment, not this dumpster. I hastily shoved the book into my tote bag and managed to climb out of the container with as much dignity as I could muster.

I mumbled, wondering if he made out the words I barely whispered out. "Fuck. Stay there. I'll be there in a minute," he replied before cutting the call. A sigh of relief surged through me. He didn't ask questions on how I got there or what I was doing there at this time. He has never been the type to judge people on their behaviour, but his eyes say a lot. That deep blue, like the sea, when locked on you, feels like he's staring into your soul. I crouched down next to the devil on the floor.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

"I remember the smell of rain," Nikos whispered, his voice a ghost of a sound against the rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum of the failing coolant pumps. "Not this recycled, chemical-laced sludge, but real rain. Petrichor. Wet earth. My father used to say that dirt had a memory, Aris. That it remembered every storm it had ever endured."

The bus rocked gently beneath us, the low hum of the engine the only sound for a long moment. I sat near the window, forehead resting against the cool glass as my eyes followed the snowy ridgelines stretching beyond the road. We were winding back down the mountain, back to reality, back to whatever fallout waited on the other side of this ride. “I’m glad we got the deposit back,” Dennis said from somewhere behind me, voice quiet, like he was trying to focus on something other than the obvious.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

That was the last I heard because Adam shut the door and all I could hear were angry muffled voices. I tried to get as close as possible to the window to hear but between the music playing in the back of the limo and the hustle and bustel of outside, I was shocked I could even make out their voices. They sound like the teachers on Charlie Brown. The door opened and my head fell into someone's pelvis. Hearing Adam curse I assume I hit his balls. Luckily he was right there or I would have fallen to the ground I was so pressed up against the car door.

Struggling wildly, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Melanie, don't get cocky! You're nothing but a monster who toys with people using money—you're a liar! "You think having money makes you so great? That it gives you the right to humiliate me? Just wait—when I become a professor at Ashford, when I've made something of myself! A woman like you, reeking of money—you won't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!" His hysterical cries sounded almost laughable against the pounding music—like the final, desperate howl of a beaten dog being driven from its territory. In the end, his voice—and his presence—vanished beyond VIVA's glittering doors.