The Matter With Things Novels & Stories

I turned my glass slowly in my hand and watched the whiskey move and thought about Imogen asleep in the next room with her hair spread across the pillow and her face softer in sleep than it ever was when she was awake and alert and watching everything around her with those brown eyes that did not miss a single thing. "That is not a simple question," I said finally. My mother was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again her voice was different. A little bit softer. "It never is," she said. "Not when it is the real kind." I said nothing. "Is she good to you?" my mother asked. I thought about that. "She is good," I said. "She is very good." "Then do not ruin it," my mother said simply. "You hav

Usually it was the job of his mother to worry about such kinda of bull. What the hell was the matter with him? He was still pretty young in his early twenties and could still have everything he wanted. Maybe that was the problem finally; that he could have everything he wanted. And that made life become so boring. He was no cynic but merely someone who had lived life and witnessed its reality.

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

Amelia: Never. Jake: I knew this would become a lifelong thing. Amelia: Every anniversary. Jake: Anniversary? Amelia: Of the Great Tactical Withdrawal. Jake: There's merchandise, isn't there? Amelia: Mugs. Jake: Oh no. Amelia: T-shirts. Jake: Amelia... Amelia: Fridge magnets. Jake: You've thought about this far too much. Amelia: I had a whole walk upstairs. Jake: Dangerous amount of planning. Amelia: I was smiling the whole time.

Not everything heavy is painful. --- Sometimes— --- The heaviest things… --- Are the ones that matter the most. --- --- The night ended quietly. --- No rush. --- No lingering uncertainty. --- --- Just a calm understanding that something had changed. --- --- Not suddenly. --- Not dramatically. --- --- But permanently. --- --- Elena lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. --- The room was dim. --- Still. --- --- But her mind wasn’t restless. --- --- It was… full.

Sage Something was wrong with Saturn. I noticed it the way you notice a fault line, not because you can see it, but because the ground above it behaves differently. The air around him shimmered, which is a small word for a large and deeply unsettling phenomenon. It wasn’t heat. It wasn’t light. It was more like reality itself was having difficulty agreeing that he was allowed to be standing in it, like two magnets of the same polarity being forced together, the space between them trembling with the effort of something that should not be and yet insistently is.

She turned her chair back around and started reading. The book made walking through walls—or any other solid surface—sound easier than she guessed it actually was. The main thing was to remember that all things, including wizards, were made up of matter and space, and that when you got down to the level of the tiniest particles, there was a whole lot more space than matter, even in the densest of objects. So in the most basic of terms, walking through a wall simply meant aligning your particles with the spaces in the wall, and vice versa. The key was in creating the proper alignment, which is where magic came in.

'Ahh, you stupid pregnancy hormones. "Mr. Ceo, I am aware of the place where I belong. I am not fixated on the idea of marrying you or whatsoever. Even the thought of seeing you does not put me in a good mood. Also, I don't have the hobby of breaking a loving relationship. And so, please do me a favor. Please return to your country and do what you need to do. I don't want to be called a third party or a mistress. What happened between us was nothing but an accident. I hope that you would forget about us. I can raise my kids well on my own. I won't pester you and your family and live our lives quietly away from you."

"Stop sending gifts. Stop following me around. It only makes you feel better. It does nothing for me." And with that, I walked away. Joel was a mistake I made. It was time to leave the past behind and get my life back on track.

he said to Raphael, who scoffed. “Do you really think when I was coming here on my own two legs I was expecting to get the money back? No. I only came here because I knew I was either going to take your life or take something precious from you. You are just a drunkard who spends money on unnecessary and useless things. So your life is the only thing I can take. Do you know how fulfilled I will feel if I should take it?” Raphael said with so much fierceness in his voice as Athena's stepfather became unable to say a word.