The Remains Of The Day Novels & Stories

"Oh… Well, of course, that's nothing to someone like you. So, do you think you could maybe give us a couple extra days?" Mr. Jarrell's expression fell immediately. He sobered up fast. "What do you mean 'a couple extra days'? Where the hell are the IOUs? Did something happen to them? Let me make this clear, 1.7 million dollars might not sound like much, but it's more than enough to ruin both your lives!" Mom almost fell off her chair from his sudden shift. She was surprised at how he was seemingly unaffected by alcohol. She kicked Dad hard under the table. "Hurry up and think of something, Jason!"

Her gaze locks, onto me broken, intense the spirit I bet on and loved years ago sparking to life for a moment. “Tomorrow " she murmurs, the term cutting like a knife. "They said tomorrow.” “Next we possess twenty-four hours to turn tomorrow into the day, in the city’s history.” Rosa’s laughter is piercing, like glass trapped in a jar resonating from the darkness where she hones her machetes for the fifth time this evening. "Count me in.”

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened today. Your identity got exposed… I'm really sorry." He chuckled and patted my hand. There wasn't a trace of blame in his voice as he chided gently, "Silly girl. I'll always have your back when you need it. How could I ever blame you for standing up for yourself?" A breeze brushed past, lifting my hair and the anger that had been weighing on my chest. … I later heard that Nigel had gone bankrupt and left Saltmere to return to the countryside. Apparently, he was now the hick Arlo had so despised.

Shutting her eyes, she reached out to the wall and… couldn’t touch it. She stumbled and fell on the ground, moving further than she was supposed to. The wall was supposed to be there. She ought to have fallen against the wall, but she tumbled farther onto the road. Leaden footsteps sounded down the street as she picked herself up from the ground. She turned back to see the wall that she had fallen through and touched her body to make sure she was still fine. Then she pinched herself. Nothing happened. This was happening. KEEP UP! She hurried after the leaden steps, running through the streets late at night, only realizing now that she had spent the whole day at the museum after killing the p

That no matter how thoroughly they cleaned those retort sections of a crematorium, a tiny residual amount of bodily remains was always left inside the blast chamber itself, and that this residue ended up mixing with subsequent cremations, on and so forth, and into the future, so that a little of each person being incinerated blended into the next and on into the next, their essences mingling and combining. It was then, only after they had taken his dead wife from him and after recounting this story—imagining Michelle’s flourishing hair and beautiful, milky sweet breasts being vaporized and oxidized, her remains intermingling with all those unfortunates, reduced to ashy bits right now and int

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

Becca smirked and shook her head, helping Kendra copy her notes. "Just that you're so grumpy." Becca said and everyone held back their laughs. "I am not. Its just," Demitri rubbed his face, his eyes especially,"morning ya know." Demitri bluffed and closed his binder. "Cheer up, we're gonna study together later and I don't want you to act like an ass." Becca said. "yeah, sure. We'll see." Demitri said. The rest of the class was uneventful. Just more notes and more homework pages. The other classes were all the same. For other students, this day may have seemed tedious or even frustrating. For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning.

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

The words were partially distorted but I heard them clearly enough. “Direct hit. No survivors possible. You know what this was.” The other man did not answer. They went back to work. Standard procedure. The camera panned across the crater. Slow. Methodical. Documenting. Halfway through the pan it caught something at the outer edge. A small glass jar. Cracked but not shattered. Inside it, the remains of a candle. The same kind Laila used on the beach that night. The same kind she kept on every surface in our house because she said candlelight made every room feel like it was exhaling.

By the time Marissa came home, there would be nothing left of the conspiracy that had tried to kill her. Just ashes and ruins and justice finally served. I raised my gla ss to the empty room. "One hundred seventy nine days, Marissa. Then we burn them all down."