The Year In Between Novels & Stories

Thomas came on the second Monday of April in the fourteenth year. The fourteenth year had arrived with the quality of a year that was not a round number and was therefore simply itself — not the tenth year's legibility as a threshold, not the twelfth year's publication quality, not the thirteenth year's reflection, but something else entirely. The fourteenth year was the year in the middle of the building, the year that was fully inside the accumulation without the threshold quality that made certain years feel significant. Ernest had found this was a different kind of good year: not the significant year but the well-established year, the year that knew what it was because it had so many pre

The author respects anyone, and if you are under the age of 18 and still proceeds on reading the story the author has no means of any, not one of taking responsibility if you are to encounter content with high risk. Thus, read at your own risk. In Between, a new novel of fataldestiny will now start.

Bella Six years had passed, and luckily, I was able to stand on my own. I managed to graduate from college despite having to study while pregnant, and I’m now working as a journalist. I've become someone that many companies would love to hire, thanks to my determination, the skill that took me a lot of hard work to sharpen, and the strength that my family gives me. A typical day is about to start again. My grandparents are both watching the morning news with my daughter, Alliah, who, unexpectedly, is into this kind of stuff even though she’s only five years old.

I replied. "At least I'm older than Joan with 7 minutes." I, Joan and Jordan are triplets. *smiley face* Jordan was born 3 minutes before me, then Joan was born 4 minutes after me, making Jordan 7 minutes her senior. But she hated hearing that, I hated it too but she hated it more. And sometimes Jordan always used it to misbehave. That boy can be stupid all the time. "Bros abeg shut up. Be arguing about seniority there. See as long as we were born on the same day by the same mother, we are all mates so just carry your useless facts somewhere else."

Most people were not back from the Christmas voyage but those huge trucks that spoil the road still caused traffic. The breeze swished past, making the litters on the balcony rise in the air and move to a different point on the dusty floor. I happened to be the only one in the whole building of about ten shops. My neighbors always resumed the second week of January. The permanent honking of cars and movement made the building to be far from silent. I hugged myself in the thick hoodie I wore and went in to lie on a cushion in the little cubicle I called my office. It had a desk and leather seat facing the door. Behind the desk was my sewing machine and a stool which were just infront of the

she said suddenly interrupting me from the message I was about to send to Grace. "Why?" I asked, feeling a little bit annoyed. "I have something I want to show you" she whispered and I almost scrunched up my face in disgust. Okay. Wordlessly, I followed her out the room wanting to hear her out. "Have you had your lunch?" "Let's get something to eat!" she said as we entered the elevator. "Okay" I replied nonchalantly. I met Vivian as a business partner. We dated for two years and we got engaged because she is an ambitious woman. And I saw her as a good asset to myself.

I heard her snorted, laughing. I let a small laugh, crossing my hands above my chest. "I don't think so?" I replied, making me chuckle. As we both started to walk, I asked, "Do you want to grab a bite?" In return, she just nodded. "Its been years! Long time no talk, Steph," she said, giggling, wrapping a curl around her finger. I guffawed looking for opened stores. I gazed towards my watch, stating that it was already five in the evening.

Joana nudged him, “be nice!!” “No, he’s right, I did, that’s why there’s been a lot of evil going on in the world lately, and the year 2020 was the cap of it all. I won the former one, and it was a century of peace and good prospering.” “So, when is the next battle between you and Yang?” “Next year.” “It’s not far at all, I hope you win this time,” Joana said.

It had been four weeks. Four weeks since I broke up with Darren. A lot has happened within this short period. Firstly, Darren had changed. He was no longer the same Darren I knew. He was more quiet now. He didn't talk to me much but wasn't hostile or bitter to me as I had expected. We talked, but not as often as we used to. Things soon turned awkward if we had a conversation exceeding more than three minutes.

“Let’s talk this through.” He avoided discussing the divorce. “Let’s go to Biltord for a New Year’s vacation. Let’s have a baby.” His voice was gentle. “Hm? What do you think?” After a long silence, I finally spoke. “Adrian, we lost a child together.” His eyes widened. “It was a snowy day a year ago. I slipped and was taken to the hospital, where I found out I’d miscarried. I called you.