Traveling Mercies Novels & Stories

I only found it disgusting. "Thank you, but I do not eat other people's leftovers." Gary froze for two seconds before saying, "Come on, you won't even be able to finish it anyway. Why are you being so petty?" I zipped up my luggage and dragged it out while saying, "Sure. I'm petty." Gary reached his hand out to stop me, asking, "The wedding is in three days. Where are you going?" I was leaving for New Siland in three days too. To avoid any further problems, I replied, "The bride and groom can't stay with each other right before the wedding, so I'm heading home."

As she was busy turning it over she accidentally pressed a button, it ringed, shocking her, then it started to tick off in speed. "Woah! Woah! What is happening? Have I broken it down? Oh no!" She was desperately looking for some means to stop it from ticking, when suddenly the room's light began to change, white light engulfed the whole room, her widened eyes couldn't stand the blinding light, she squeezed her eyes shut, praying inside of her. Not even aware what was happening but she continued praying for her own safety, asking God to never let anything bad happen to her. When the light went back to normal she could feel her nerves relaxing and so she slowly opened her eyes, however what s

Recognition, again, like the two of us were discovering a shared language without the words for it. “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “I can promise me,” I said. “That’s all anyone can do.” Mercy appeared behind us, as if she’d stepped out of the air itself. She carried a small pouch at her hip, herbs and needles and other quiet weapons. “Stop,” she said. We stopped. Mercy crouched and pressed her palm to the ground, eyes half-lidded. The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent.

he smiled sadly Tom Mercy walked in my office fuming pushing her huge tummy first, terrorizing my office “ I want you to be happy I don’t want you to be with me because of pity or because you feel like you owe me, you don’t owe me anything, I did what I did because it made me happy and I love you” I might be calm on the surface but inside my heart and mind are at chaos I don’t know what to do or feel anymore, I am scared, for the first time I am not afraid to admit that I am scared, she deserves to be happy and this is me giving her a chance to chose what she really wants if it me that she wants, she has to make me believe it, words are not enough but actions are “ everybody knows that you

"It is Mercy. She left Sterling Tower twenty minutes ago. She is in the elevator cage. And boss, she is carrying a portable television, a bag of potato chips, and what appears to be a complete box set of a reality TV show called 'Love Island: Antarctica.'" Jack stared at the comms. "Mercy is three hundred and seventeen years old. How does she know about Love Island?" "She said, and I quote: Ben showed me. It is the most beautifully chaotic thing I have ever witnessed. Also the chip flavor is barbecue." Three minutes later, Mercy Sterling descended into the egg chamber carrying the most important tactical supplies in cosmic history. She set up the portable television on a flat piece of broken

But, she was born a week after mine, on the twentyfirst. Though their birthday's are not the reason why I am completely nervous. But rather because Jake has something planned for us this weekend, doesn't want to tell me, and I am now preparing Aiden and Emily's bags to travel with grandma Loretta and grandpa Phill to California to visit their godparents, aunt Evey and uncle Matt. They have never traveled anywhere without me or daddy... So that makes me so nervous. On top of that, Jake told me to pack warm clothes and nothing more. Saying he'd take care of the rest.

But Mercy was not in a hurry to sleep that evening; she was so talkative asking Ken questions about Mombasa. “I have never toured Mombasa, I only passed through there.” Mercy told us, much to my surprise since I thought she knew Mombasa so well. “I want to go to sleep.” Ken finally announced. “All right, I will let you go and rest, you must be tired from the over night journey.” I told him. He went to sleep and left us with Mercy at the table room watching some bongo movie. “Ken is such a nice man.” Mercy told me as soon as Ken left. My heart skipped a beat. But I got a chance to tease her along. Mercy had a way of talking without much of a thought.

Isabel said, standing and brushing her hands against her thighs, “you should have fun.” Mercy walked her to the door, grabbing her bag for her. They hugged again, tighter this time. “Text me when you get there,” Mercy said. “I will.” She stepped out into the night, the cool air brushing against her face as she made her way toward the sidewalk. The backseat of the taxi was warm and stuffy, and Isabel couldn’t stop glaring out the window. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw set. The streetlights blurred as they passed, but her mind was somewhere else.

To the way the body, when deprived long enough, began to simplify its needs. She was aware, dimly, of absence. The village had removed her from itself, with justification, with the quiet certainty that this was kindness. They had given her space. Silence. Time. They had called it mercy. Elizabeth closed her eyes. She understood now. Mercy, as they practiced it, was distance. And distance was how people convinced themselves they were not responsible for what followed. Outside, somewhere beyond the walls, the village slept. Inside, Elizabeth burned.