The Salt Fix Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to introduce her to such bad blood. I looked up at the man. I picked up the little tin of salt, and shook it above my food, letting out a few grains onto my food. I twisted the cap shut and placed it in front of Efanell’s plate. He looked at me from the corner of his eye as I dropped the salt and continued my meal. He picked it up and gave it to the man. Did the man really think he could get me to forgive him and converse with him over a tin of salt?

“It’s quite delicious. Go ahead, wrap your mouth around–” “Fuck off,” Ben tells him. “I was not talking to you,” Adam tells him, and then he wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Isaac, whose sausage do you want?” “Nobody’s.” “You have to choose one.” “I don’t like sausages.” “Now you are just lying.” “They are too salty.” I didn’t mean to encourage this double-entendre conversation, but I can’t resist. “That they are,” Adam agrees. “Especially when they’ve got some sauce on them, right? The sauce is especially salty.”

I miss having his magical, magnificent cock. Yup, that's the hormones talking. Because I know me; I'm not a slut, not a whore, not even thirsty. I've been cockless for four long years without any cravings so it's the hormones. Definitely not me. "We have a promotion now. For every Large set, it comes with a free cup of latte." He stands up, meeting me halfway, “But we are out of cream. Do you mind waiting while I get some?" He’s clearly having fun with this, pulling more tricks under his sleeves.

Darrion asked, ignoring the orange head's answer. Mac grunted for a bit and his fingers began scratching the air. Then Darrion saw bits of water floating from in between the jewel and its gold holder. The droplets of water then flew into the pot before Mac lowered his hands. Ruhan then took over as Mac gave Darrion some attention. "The salt isn't used for cleaning. It's used to increase the freezing point," Mac explained. And then he asked, "Have you put it in?" Darrion shook his head. "No. We've just separated the Four Seasons leaves."

Elion asks wiping his hands on a fresh towel. “You get anything?” He looks at the guy with disgust, “Just his name, Liam.” “Good. Let’s make this more interesting.” I walk to the table with a few weapons and other gadgets laying neatly on a tray. I pick up a small blade and some salt. “Sea salt huh?” Elion chuckles under his breath, “Table salt not good enough for his highness.” I snort, “Salt is salt.” “Don’t let Alice hear you say that.” I raise an eyebrow, “We had a lengthy debate about salt. Four hours later is when I relented with Alice winning the debate that pink Himalayan salt is the best and healthiest.”

Finally, after countless failures and loading the final compensation algorithm that had been refined through hundreds of simulations and optimizations into the system, we produced the final sample in the quiet of midnight. When Melody removed that small, glimmering part from the measuring instrument, her hands trembled like falling leaves in the autumn wind.

“Why can't I still find the formula for this liquid? This is really troublesome, and the bad news is, all the plants in Jackson's house are gone!” My hand moved to take some more liquid, unfortunately, the NaCl in the tube had run out. Yuwen stepped into the kitchen, it looks like table salt can replace it, for now, Yuwen thought. Prang—“Damn it, why did there have to be a fall event like this? This is really bad luck, I lost my grain of salt!” Yuwen quickly stood up, with the remaining salt. However, he didn't turn around, only feeling someone who currently seemed to be standing behind him. Yuwen's hands moved slowly into his pockets, before he turned around, a strong kick in his stomach se

The Salt-Armor Protocol Kael understood. The Iron-Kin were experts in digital and mechanical warfare, but they didn't grasp the Void-Salt-the "Dead Matter" Elara had mastered. Salt was the ultimate insulator. It didn't carry data. It didn't hold a charge. "Sarah! Roric! If you can hear me, get to the Salt-Caves!" Kael commanded through the failing comms.

Sloan shook his head, the man was living a healthy lifestyle and Hendry knew that he judges his choice of take-out order every time. "And because of that look, go ahead and add their gooey chocolate chip cookies." "I'm giving you the look because you need to live a healthier lifestyle." "Hey, I spent all morning under the sun, walking, swinging my golf clubs, that's pure work out right there." Hendry laughed when Sloan squinted his eyes but said nothing. The guy knows not to challenge his boss. Hendry still looks fit, though he knew that Sloan was right, he'd feel better with less salt, processed cheese, and grease in his diet.

But as they crossed the final ridge of the Frost-Spine mountains, the landscape changed from the grey of ash to a blinding, crystalline white. They had reached the Sea of Salt. This was a dead zone—a five-hundred-mile expanse of salt-flats where the sun reflected off the ground with such intensity that it could sear the retinas of anyone caught without protective quartz-tinted goggles. In the old world, it was the "Great Barrier" that kept the North and South apart. Now, it was the first true test of the mobile city.