The Empty Pot By Demi Novels & Stories

Jody led Pete upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. I glanced at the messy kitchen. The carefully chosen dishes and cutlery were a total wreck. I grabbed some gloves and threw everything into the trash. After smashing everything in the kitchen, I stood in front of the vase filled with dried flowers, staring blankly. There were hundreds of different kinds. Every single stem was a gift from Jody. For five years of marriage, she had given me a flower every week. Our friends were always jealous.

"I am just giving you a concrete example since you are pretty much outdated in the ways of the modern world." On top of the microwave oven, Madame Winner's Blackberry phone rang as if on cue. Our attention was caught on the "Bang Bang" pop music. Good. Exactly just what I needed. An intermission number. "Don't toy with me, Asmodeus. I am no illiterate," he declared and faced me, quickly disregarding the resounding lively music. "I am not," I answered, slightly shaking my head. I approached the oven and took the ringing phone. "Now, I should probably go. This is a call Madame Winner has been waiting. See you around, friend."

At the corner of the room, there was a huge wardrobe slightly opened and a black cloak covered in dusts lying on the floor. April turned as she looked around the room, for some strange reasons, she was getting an ominous feeling about this place. Could it be because this was the evil witch's hut? Was that why she felt so uncomfortable like she was unwelcomed here. That's a given, the hut itself looked strange and odd. The fact that Margaux lived here for years still baffled her. Her gaze moved back to the black pots which looked similar to the big black pot she had seen in her dream. Now that she was staring at the pots, she could not help but think about the strange dream and how she was al

The underground devils were tall and strong so naturally the pot they used were bigger than ordinary people’s. The pot placed on the stone was probably as big as a lid. At this moment, Caspian felt that the big pot was a bit abnormal. If it were an ordinary person, he would have gone to check at this time. Caspian raised his hand and slapped it. With a bang, the whole pot exploded and broke into pieces. The viscous liquid inside was immediately thrown in all directions.

Darcie asked, bumping my shoulder with hers in friendly greeting. “I wish,” I said, taking another sip of coffee. My coffee pot was still broken, so I was enjoying a latte from the coffee shop on my way. “I'm not one hundred percent certain he wasn't just a figment of my stressed out imagination.” “Oh, he was real all right,” Darcie assured me. “And so were those potatoes last night. I think they must have used real cream to get them so good.” I laughed, shaking my head. Books and food were that girl's passions. Together we stood in line to get on the elevator up to our respective floors. “I'm fairly sure they put crack cocaine in them to make them that good—oof!”

" She kissed me on the cheeks then she left. So I did what she said. Grab is way safer. I booked a grab then returned home. As expected, they're having a war. I put my earpods in and played load music. 'Stiil Into You' by Paramore. I entered my room and packed all my clothes on a luggage. Maybe they wont see me leaving because their favorite war spot is the kitchen. Because the plates and glasses are there. So that they can throw it at each other. Damn life. I didn't left a single clothes there. I also did change. I just wore a simple shirt and a high waisted jeans. That will do.

I even wished for the entire family to die with me. After being reborn, I thought I had corrected my mistakes. Instead, I made even worse ones. Watching Iris avoid me at every turn filled me with unbearable emptiness. She no longer chatted with me, sent funny videos, or left warm milk on my desk each night. Once, I overheard her telling her boyfriend that after they got married, she would watch him eat dinner every day. The jealousy nearly drove me insane. I spent my days with Vicky, but my mind kept returning to Iris, remembering her shy expression from that night in my past life. I was truly losing my mind.

Tuesday evening, Demi was alone in the east common room. Not studying she had her notes open but she wasn't writing in them, which was the specific condition that Nora had learned to read as Demi processed something she hadn't finished processing yet. Her crescent moon earrings were on. Her tea was cold. She was staring at the middle distance with the quality of someone who had been sitting inside the same thought for long enough that the thought had started to show its full shape. Rowan came in at seven.

I had spent six months drifting across the ocean on a cargo ship, but I would send 20,000 dollars back home every month. So, I really only had one thing on my mind the day I finally set foot on solid ground again—my wife's pork rib soup. When I pushed open the front door, I found my seven-month-pregnant wife, Sophia Merkin, sitting on our worn-out sofa. At that moment, my six months' worth of exhaustion, frustration, and pent-up anger from the roiling life at sea surged to the surface. "I've been busting my ass out there and working more than 10 hours a day. Yet, I don't even get a hot meal at home when I'm finally home?" Sophia said nothing. Instead, she walked over to the refrigerator

Ryan laughs. "You fucked some guy?" Dean turns and glares at Demi. "You lied, where were you?" Demi asks, and Dean goes quiet. I laugh slightly. "Smell him. Guessing there is a sweet scent of vanilla and oranges, right?" I say, watching as she leans into him and sniffs. She turns and looks at me. "Boudiour Bodies, beautiful, erotic, naked dancers," I explain. I know he's been there. I saw him there not long before I called into the restaurant while I was making my rounds.