Unscramble Exhaust Novels & Stories

You ever felt so exhausted you just want to sleep, to just keep sleeping and not wake up? That was how I felt right now. Completely exhausted tired, too drained to even form words even when I tired to, no words left my mouth it was almost like I had lost the ability to produce sounds.

“Stand back away from the door, I am going to try and kick it in.” “NO!!!!” The loud scream came from the other side of the big metal door. “What do you mean no? I am going to get you out of there. Carlos can no longer hurt you, you are free.” I said as reassuringly as I could muster. “You do not understand. This door cannot be opened. This whole cabin is rigged with explosives. If that door is tampered with at all, this whole thing could blow. Killing Amelia, myself and even you.”

“Their bodies just… aren’t using it.” She stared at the report until the ink blurred. Normal delivery. Catastrophic uptake. She flipped the page, read it again, then again, hunting for the flaw that had to be there. Faulty analyzer. Contaminated draw. Switched samples. Anything that would let her breathe. Nothing. The numbers refused to change. “Run it again,” she whispered.

We just laughed at what happened and we looked at Maine this time. "Do I really have to introduce myself?" As she points herself. "Of course, girl, you know we always do this to other people." says Maxine "Maine Sanchez, hi." That was dry, but oh well they are childhood friends. We just all laughed and enjoyed the snacks we have. As the night is getting deeper, we all must go home, because there is still school tomorrow. Ughhh why can't school come by fast? One by one we went on our separate ways. Ella commuted towards the other end of the city; Maxine was picked up by one of their luxurious cars. I am not envious, no... maybe a little. It was just me, Maine and Joshua left. We waited at the

____________________________________________________________ Exhausted /ɪɡˈzɔːstɪd/ adjective very tired. "she returned home, exhausted from work" ___________________________________________________________________ 12 / 08 / 2021 Its that moment…. It is that moment when you know you can no longer go forward. Not because I do not want to , it is because I can not. An unmovable object is implanted in my way , and no matter how much I try I can never seem to get around it. It just stay there ; mocking me as it sees me climb and harshly fall down. It’s mocking laughter pierces my eye drums as I try run around it , but… does my eyes deceive me? I watch as the unmovable wall expanding – I watc