The Matter With Things Novels & Stories

He was just disappointed with what had happened. "Don't let you regret this momentary selfishness. Not all things are easy to understand, including women's thinking. What you see, is not necessarily the true reality."

My fingers hovered over his contact number as I hesitated to copy it. I thought to myself how silly it was. How totally ridiculous it was to feed more attention to what's happening. And yet... the thought of him still being drawn to me, the thought of me still having that kind of hold over him felt dangerously and deliciously intoxicating. Later that night, after pacing around for what felt like forever, I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and exhaled softly. Then I whispered to myself. "Fuck it, I'm calling him."

Brooklyn said, sitting at the table where her laptop and notebook sat. Kendall pulled out a chair and sat down. “What’s up?” Brooklyn asked, shutting her laptop. “I did a reading today,” Kendall said, taking out her notebook, “and it’s got me a little worried.” Frowning, Brooklyn said, “What did the cards say?” Opening her notebook, Kendall looked at her notes. “It’s saying something about heartbreak, danger, and loss,” she said. Shea paused in her chopping to say, “That doesn’t sound good.”

That was not the issue. She traced her eyes to the road which was littered with papers and debris that flew around in the gentle breeze between our house and the next. The street was greenish-gold, illuminated by the almost fallen streetlamps that half revealed all things below them in an airy greenish-gold; Thaddeus spotted a man standing with his two hands up and another behind him, pointing a revolver just down the road. He saw all things in greenish gold but these men, in this situation was as clear as the brightest star in the darkest sky. He might be witnessing something more than what he thought it was; a murder. It was quite unbearable as it would be entertaining that it was occurrin

look at that cunningness. “Shouldn't you be more concerned about me? Rather than being concerned about your best friend?” well my reaction and question both were valid, I stated the facts and it's our wedding tomorrow. “What the problem is that Hazel, she is my best friend of course she will Matter to me.” He explained, making me stunned. so his best friend matters more than his soon to be wife - Great. “It should be me who should Matter the most.” I roared and he rolled his eyes.

I wasn't satisfied at the quantity but I promised myself that I will do better when I write the sequel 'Ghetto in Trouble' . In the morning, my mother took me to school. When I got to classroom, there was chaos. I wondered what could have caused it. There were shouting on top of their voices, so I moved quietly as I dragged Henry by the side. “Whats-up guy, why are they shouting this early morning?” “Josh, the matter too much. Matter on top matter on top another matter”, he quickly replied and joined them again. Just then I saw Christabel coming into the classroom and I rushed to meet her.

This will just be one piece. It will be one more than we had. One more than they have, and every piece matters. You know this. I do. The night around looks like any other, and maybe that is the problem with change: it only takes one thing to alter your reality, even if everything else is left untouched.

The problem with Kate is she’s overthinking the whole thing. For her, the Double Vision Board is like those English essay-writing tests where everybody comes up with the best-sounding lies to answer a question like "If you could change one thing in this world, what would you change?" or "Describe the person who has had the greatest influence on you." The teacher always tells you there’s no right or wrong answer but the fact that there’s a grade attached to it makes her feel that there should be a catch somewhere.

The way his answers slip too easily from his tongue. Little things. But little things can unravel everything. What Nox said...it just might be true?

Now and then, Akio would try to sneak a croissant from the delicacies laid out on the table thanks to Bibah’s baking skills, and I’d do my best to smack his hand away. Despite that, I’m not really paying attention to the present. I haven't been paying attention to the present for the past hour since we passed the two truths and a lie exercise in Mate 101. William’s last statement; his last truth, had invaded my mind like a parasite. I’m obsessive. What belongs to me stays mine. He had said it with such conviction, such grimness that I couldn’t decide if when my heart skipped a beat, it had been out of fear or fancy.