The Matter With Things Novels & Stories

Like it mattered. It does matter, Nicoli thought, and felt the heat of it behind his eyes, childish and sudden and not at all suited to the face he was trying to wear. But they did. He used to paw over them so much as a child. Asking where his father got them. If he could have them one day… It matters, every single one of them matters, do not wrap them up like they're nothing, they aren't nothing— He breathed through it. He had been doing a great deal of breathing through things lately. The technique was losing efficiency.

that's not a life at all. It's a sentence. And tonight, Zander is the executioner. As I lie here, pain and fear threatening to consume me, I think about all the moments I'll never get to live. The kiss I'll never share. The name I'll never whisper. The home I'll never build. And the child I'll never hold. Because there's no future for me now. Only darkness. Only silence. And that dream- the one I held on to so tightly- is slipping through my fingers like sand. Maybe this is it.

He impatiently called his PA. A rather wiry looking man came in trembling "Y. Yes Sir" "Where is the MOM of yesterday's meeting??" He stammered " It must be here somewhere". Ishaan narrowed his eyes "what do you mean somewhere?" "Sorry. Sir I. I will get it now." "Why wasn't it here in the first place?" "I forgot Sir. It was a mistake." "You know I hate mistakes. One mistake can destroy everything. I have no sympathy or place for people who make mistakes. you are fired."

in the specific way that some things begin not with a declaration but with a phone call on a Tuesday and a decision to let someone get to the real reason — Something has started. I don't know what it is yet. But it is there. Uninvited. The way the things that matter always are.

correcting. “Invalid,” I replied. the word came out clean. certain. because that was the truth. not its truth. mine. “If everything matters equally,” I continued, “then nothing matters at all.” The space fractured. Violently. because that broke something. deep. fundamental. because now its system didn’t hold. didn’t complete. didn’t work. Zayden’s grip tightened. real. solid. because now he was stabilizing. not the space. me. “Then choose,” he said. the words low. grounding. because this was the moment. the one that decided everything.

Not the carefully maintained nothing of two people deciding not to cross a line. Nothing. The actual thing. Finally. I was twenty years old and I was in this house and the last argument was unavailable and the primary thing was the primary thing and the colchicum had bloomed and the leaves were coming and the order of things was the order of things. I closed my eyes. I held on.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"I mean. Is it really about the roses. Or is the roses just the thing you are pointing at because pointing at the real thing is too hard." I pull my hand away. I stand up. I walk to the window. The garden is grey. The oak tree is bare. The bench is empty. "I do not know," I say. "That is okay." "It does not feel okay." "I know. That is the point. The things that matter rarely feel okay. They feel hard. They feel messy. They feel like you are standing in a garden with no roses and no light and no warmth and you have to figure out how to keep going anyway."

I look at my hands in my lap with my eyes fixed on my feet, while I play with a small thread hanging from my blouse. “To get over things you have to face them. You can't climb a mountain if you pretend it doesn't exist,” she adds and puts a finger on her chin thoughtfully, “why have you reacted so angrily, have other people said something to you?” Finally I look at her and frown, not really wanting to continue talking but I still decide to answer.

I've read that book about a million times but I never get tired of it and I never will. Books are better than people and that's why I love them. I get my necessities first then I decided to buy a new bag. I don't need it but I don't plan on buying much new clothes. Just a couple pairs of jeans, a few new hoodies, some cute flats, and some tops. After I finished my shopping I decided to get an impossible whopper. A lot of people don't like it but I actually do, it tastes just like a regular whopper and it's healthy. What's not to like?

“Things bound by fate shouldn’t be measured with money!” “I’d be insane if I bought something that belongs to my father in the first place!”