Tranquility By Tuesday Novels & Stories

Day 27 Just checking in. Day 28 I think I should stop texting you Day 29 Two more days until the release of tangled sheets. I can’t believe I’m the image on the cover. That if anyone paid attention they would tell the song is about us. A lot has happened between now and then. It’s kind of fucked up. This silence from your end is fucked up. And I’m tired of trying, Cal.

From the speaker, a reporter's voice bled out: "Shiloh Quinn was a gentle, kind woman, deeply devoted to her husband..." He scrambled to shut it off. "No... no, this isn't real. A ticket. I need a ticket home..." Five hours later, Brian was back in Montedra, at the house he'd once shared with Shiloh. *** I turned into a ghost. He walked right through me like I wasn't even there. Guess my anger ran too deep to let me cross over. I trailed Brian upstairs. He shoved into the bedroom and stopped cold. His eyes locked on the black-and-white photo on the nightstand—my funeral portrait, the one I'd taken myself.

The wildflowers in the far corner gone now, leaving the bare earth that would be the north wall project in spring. She looked at all of it. She always looked at all of it. "Garden called Tuesday," Dante said to her. "Named for the day everything started." She grabbed his finger. The October morning was warm and clear and the garden was exactly itself and the house was behind us and ahead was everything — the winter and the spring and the next year and the year after and all the ordinary extraordinary Tuesdays stretching out as far as any of us could see. I did not choose the beginning. I chose everything after it. I am choosing still. Every Tuesday. Every single one.

The truck broke down on a Tuesday, which felt exactly right. Tuesday was the kind of day that never promised anything good. Tuesdays were when your landlord called about the rent. Tuesdays were when doctors delivered the kind of news that rearranged your whole understanding of your life. Tuesdays had never once done Sloane Vega any favors, and the engine giving one last asthmatic shudder before going completely silent on a mountain road outside a town she had chosen by closing her eyes and pointing at a map felt like Tuesday being Tuesday.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

so badly. "What's your favorite Beatles song?" I asked. He smiled, I loved his smile. He put a strand of my red hair away from my face and whispered. "Hard days night." With that I slept peacefully in his arms. His breath in my face. I didn't seem to mind. Eric Michelson wasn't so bad. —

The birthday has been a Tuesday for sixty-four years of the second life. The framework, which Ethan developed and revised and eventually confirmed over forty years, holds without exception: Tuesdays are the native habitat of things that matter. Sixty-four consecutive October Tuesdays. The framework is not wrong. The data is solid.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

lab·y·rin·thine adj.\ (of a system) intricate and confusing. "I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be." ― Bob Dylan Laila After talking to Isabel, I called my mother. "Hey momma, how are you?" My lips trembling, wanting to keep my emotions at bay.

He was feeling sorry for Betty and Felix. "NOOOOO!!!!" The loud screaming voice of Betty was echoed inside the hospital when she shouted and mourned in pain. The sound of her loud scream made even the heaven shared her pain by giving a thunder crashing with a very bright lightning outside the hospital. The very nice weather turn into a dark clouds with a bad weather, it's like the heaven was also sharing the pain that Betty and Felix were feeling at that moment.