The Stand Novels & Stories

A horizontal kick hit him in the stomach! Stanley stood up after much difficulty but was sent flying again. He crashed into a two-meter tall wall that separated the stage from the stands!

Nancy helped herself with a glass of water after which she went ahead to fill her jug with water from the tap. She was about to leave the kitchen when she heard a loud sound of something shattering on the floor. Nancy stopped in her tracks, staring at nothing in particular. The noise was followed by another sound of something shattering on the floor again. Looking very concerned, She placed her jug on the table and proceeded to the where the noise was coming from. The adjoined door. She opened the door and her eyes widened at what she saw. Her Boss's only son stood beside the counter, holding a knife which he was staring at as though he wanted to end his life.

The noise of our steps on the light rug rang out like a mirror of our long trip that had at last brought us here. At the front, Dylan stood in a dull gray outfit that looked great on him. His eyes were locked just on me. Ther͏e was a shine in them that was tough to say—joy, ease, and some doubt. Like he also felt what I felt: this wish had turned real

He barely talks to me on ordinary days, but on Christmas Eve he's like Santa's little helper, always around to help with the preparations. "Of course. Here you go, my dear little Stanley," smiling as I hand him the gravy boat. "And by dear, I mean deer, just like the ones on Santa's sled." I tease him, everyone laughed. "Ha ha ha! Very funny, Anna Banana," Stanley sounded furious, but no one paid attention to him. "By the way, Anna, what's in your pocket?" Everyone stayed quiet. As if waiting for something big to happen. We all knew that Stanley is a hardcore prankster. He will not stop at anything just to know everyone's weakness. I looked worriedly on my pocket. I started to reach my pocke

Bianca burst out in laughter. “Ew! Minus a hundred points for being cringe.” She¹ shot out her tongue in disgust and Aria chuckled. “What kind of dorky guy leaves a thank you note after a one night stand? That doesn’t sound like something a hot guy would do, are you sure he was hot Aria?” Aria nodded, she wasn’t more sure of anything in her entire life. “Yes, he was dreamy. And he has so many mysterious tattoos and ‘it’ was huge.” Aria explained, whispering the last part like it was a taboo to speak.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

"Okay, what do you want to trade for the space? I have to eat now. Haven't had anything since last Tuesday.” Stand shook his head as he folded his arms. "I ain't giving up my space for nothing.” He froze and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Unless, you let me have you for one night, Mira.” I could sell my body to anyone for drugs or food… or anything really, but Stan was where I drew the line. “Not happening, Stan." “Come on," Stan whined. “I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice."

The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse. Even so, not one person spared me a shred of mercy. Blow after blow, I became nothing but a mangled, blood-smeared heap, until the agony burned itself down to numbness. I had no idea how long it went on. The bodyguards didn't stop until I was barely breathing. In that moment, Andrew stared at me like I was his mortal enemy, as if I had committed the unforgivable. He raised his boot and ground its heavy leather sole across my face.

After all, I was just meant to be a one-night stand. "The proprietor of the picture studio we hired, Gabriella Parker." After introducing me, the manager grinned broadly and looked at him. Javier, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed. "I'll take five," I replied as I walked to the restroom. It was necessary for me to weep it all out. The man who had abandoned me and wrecked my life was standing right in front of me, and I had to act OK. The jerk even feigned he didn't know who I was. I wanted to let it all out. I dashed to the toilet and sobbed until I was brave enough to face my darkest dread. I returned to my seat and sat down.

She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down She won't turn around The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found