Unstable Day Novels & Stories

"Angel... what's wrong with you?" "Nothing." "We won't leave if you don't say anything," threatened Erick. Suddenly Angel turned his head with a sharp gaze. "And I'll go alone." "You're not going anywhere," Erick said firmly as he locked the car door on the girl's side. Angel leaned against his rough back while snorting loudly. "I'm on my period." Erick frowned. "Menstruation, what does that mean?" "Your period, don't you know?" Angel asked back with an embarrassed look.

“I’ll let them know how you feel.” He shook his head. “No, you don’t need to do that.” Van sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. Frustration was all over his face. “I don’t understand why they had to do that. Maybe they saw it as motivation? A way to encourage Levi and Jimmy to do better? Maybe. But they don’t see things the same way. I just wish next time they find another way to motivate them. It really makes me uncomfortable. And it’s one of the reasons I hate getting out of bed on Sundays. Sundays are the worst for me. Just the thought of spending that day with the whole family makes me feel like... hell.” He ran his hand through his hair again, then looked at her directly. He pa

he said. But later, when Meredith learned that I'd chosen to marry Landon, she blatantly mocked me. "I heard the zombies are so far gone that they're about to get kicked out of the Otherkin Alliance, Annabelle. They can't even feed themselves. Let's hope you don't starve to death before even getting pregnant! "Things are the opposite with the Whitefang pack. I heard they're so wealthy that they can afford to add precious herbs even when taking baths. Well, if you're willing to grovel at my feet and beg me, I'll consider giving you some of my leftovers."

Becca smirked and shook her head, helping Kendra copy her notes. "Just that you're so grumpy." Becca said and everyone held back their laughs. "I am not. Its just," Demitri rubbed his face, his eyes especially,"morning ya know." Demitri bluffed and closed his binder. "Cheer up, we're gonna study together later and I don't want you to act like an ass." Becca said. "yeah, sure. We'll see." Demitri said. The rest of the class was uneventful. Just more notes and more homework pages. The other classes were all the same. For other students, this day may have seemed tedious or even frustrating. For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning.

Nothing can ruin this day. That is until I couldn’t breathe.

I decided to quickly change the subject for his sake. “So what exciting things have we missed the past few days?” I asked, putting on my best ‘let’s get down to business’ face. “Aren’t we waiting for Reegan?” Zayne chimed in. “He’s running a bit behind.” I said, smirking to myself at his current predicament. “We can start without him and I’ll fill him in later.” He simply nodded in submission and launched into his report. Fortunately, most of their report was fairly routine. There had been some rogue activity outside our borders but nothing hostile, mostly scavengers looking for food. Warrior training was on track as usual, as if Dillon would allow anything less.

And we were going to visit her tomorrow at the hospital! Alexander: IF YOU GUYS DON'T SHUT UP AND STOP MAKING MY PHONE EXPLODE I'LL MAKE IT SO THAT YOU ALL END UP IN THE HOSPITAL! YOU'LL REPLACE SAMMY AND CLARE BED! GOT IT?! Brandon: Hahaha Hot Nia: Jeez.. Elven: Someone is frustrated... Mock: Sorry Kan: Finally someone said something...thanks Alexander. Team: Goodnight. Elven: WHY IS MY PHONE STILL EXPLODING?!

I don’t answer right away. Because I know the truth. I felt it. If more than one pushes like that— If they pull too much, too fast— The system won’t hold. Not like this. Not yet. “Then we won’t be able to stop it in time,” I say finally. The words hang heavy. Because this isn’t just unstable. It’s volatile. And it’s only going to get worse as they grow. The Unwritten turns back to me. “Rules… insufficient.” I meet its gaze.

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?