Unscramble Quarter Novels & Stories

White stone walls, huge glass doors, the kind of pool that screams, yes, we swim here but only in money and touch of pride. I parked my beat-up scooter…aka my mom’s old one that squeaks like a dying raccoon…and took a deep breath. “Deliver food. Don’t die. Don’t embarrass yourself,” I muttered under my breath. Good plan. Foolproof. Except, obviously, it wasn’t.

“Even the scorpions know you belong to me.” He sighed but otherwise didn’t reply, putting all his effort into scowling at the scorpions and distrustfully watching them form more letters. The scorpion kween wishes— “Uh, if you’re trying to spell queen, you’re wrong,” Farrow pointed out. “It’s q-u-e-e-n.” “Farrow!” I cried in reprimand. “What?” He waved a hand, motioning to the scorpions as they regrouped to spell queen right. “If I had made that error during my lessons, my tutors would’ve smacked my knuckles with bamboo sticks until they bled.”

The mother checked the progress of her daughter who was unpacking things in the room. Some boxes are open, and chaos in the room can be seen in various directions. "No mom." The girl looked around to confirm one by one the contents of the box that had been scrambled by herself. "I guess..." She faltered at the end, unsure if her memory might be wrong.