The One Where No Ones Ready Novels & Stories

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

This is making me so goddamn nervous. Yes, I did join a dance squad before but that was all just for fun. I never danced in front of a lot of people nor do something in front of a stage. It's too embarrassing. I looked at Neal again and he was already staring at me. He gave me two thumbs up and smiled, making me feel relaxed. My gaze went back to the screen again when it showed a song which is 'Sorry not Sorry' by Demi Lovato. I froze on the spot when she picked the 'free-form dance'. Oh...crap?

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He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

Darin had barely given her any reasonable answer, even to her simple question. The darkness in the room was illuminated by the light from the large screen, the sound of kicks and punches from the speakers hanging on each corner of the room engulfed it. Five large seats on each side of the isle stayed empty, while the first two seats in front of the screen were occupied by Tom and Tate, both tapping their video game controllers, guiding their players to defeat their opponents. With both pair of eyes glued to the screen, they ignored the littered snack wrappers and empty bottles around them. Tate laughed hysterically at his victory in each round they had played. "Its like you're not even tryin

"Leave your hotel, turn right at the street corner. The hotel will be on your right. Enter, remove your coat, climb the stairs, turn right. The bar is along the passage a short way, on the left. Nine o'clock. I'll see you then, Mr Noone." The line clicked dead before I could say, "Who are you?"

One final time. Ready or not.

“In my eyes, there’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it. If you tell me you’re ready, I will believe you without question or hesitation. But the same goes for if you’re not. There is no benefit in rushing this. If you are not ready, I will send everyone away. I will make the excuses and we will go back upstairs right now. So, tell me — are you ready to try to shift?” My heart swelled with his words, but there was still a waiver of doubt in my gut. ‘We’re ready, Sutton,’ Nova spoke to me. ‘We can do this.’ Their assurance was all I needed. I smiled and nodded. “I’m ready.” He kissed me one more time before making the elevator move again. When the doors opened, Tarrah, Jaden, an

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

The space where it was— Empty. Silent. Still. For a moment— No one speaks. No one moves. Then Matteo exhales. “…Did we just… actually win.” I don’t answer immediately. Because I’m watching. Because I’m waiting. Because something this complex— Doesn’t just end. Ezra steps forward slightly. “Aidan.” I shake my head. “Wait.” Seconds pass. Nothing happens. No signal. No movement. No return. The space remains empty. And slowly—