Unstable Day Novels & Stories

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Completely butt naked. The realisation is crippling, I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor, and my knees pull to my chest. “You strike again Tuesday curse,” I hiss. Tuesday is my least favourite day of the week, ever since my hamster died sixteen years ago, my Tuesdays have been shitty and turns out I’m not safe indoors either. I can hear Caleb’s voice, yelling at someone in Italian over the phone. Probably Mia, I’ve picked up a few words over the years from Mia’s rants, and I for sure hear him say how bothersome it is, and how pissed off he is getting.

But thankfully, before I would panic the heck out of my life, the hum of electricity slowly returned into the building, shining down on our current positions. Axel didn’t move, or bother to speak when it did. And neither did I. Because… Because that wasn't a freaking coincidence. That wasn’t luck. How the heck does one explain what just happened to their therapist? No, no, no, their psychiatrist! I would need one of these days, I'm certain of it! “That was supposed to be predictable,” Leo blinked calmly, taking his glass up to his lips like nothing extraordinary just happened. Luca nodded in response and shrugged, “The system has been unstable since last night.”

Joshua suggested. Aletta thought it to be a good idea, they could kill two birds with one stone, their food would get digested and they get to see the area and mark down the restaurant they wanted to visit later. "Did you feel that?" Aletta asked looking up to the sky. "Feel what?" Joshua asked when he felt a droplet of water touch his palm. "Is that a drizzle?" Joshua asked and Aletta nodded. "The forecast did not say it would rain here today" Joshua said fumbling with his phone to see what happened. He checked and it turned out that the weather was largely unstable so it caused extreme and unexpected weather at times.

“Well if you can’t tell me the truth, which is the least you can do right now, then I don’t see the point in whether this is anything anymore.” Nathaniel was about to turn away, but I grabbed his hand, sighing. “I have high functioning emotional instability.” “It means that sometimes I can’t control my emotions, and it usually ends up with me doing something stupid.”

He kept soothingly rubbing my back, settling me back into the lull of sleep. But not before I heard him finally reply, “One day, Brenda. One day.” There are two types of freak-outs in the world. Shocked-what-the-effing-hell freak-outs and angry-what-the-effing-hell freak-outs. I’d experienced both in the past sixty minutes. The former from my mom and the latter from my best friend. In fact, Day was still going. **** ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ******* * “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I bought the friggin’ pee stick. How could you leave me hanging?!”

Alex day was still peaceful, and halfway through by the time I was done with my toast. A semblance of calm that lulls you into believing it’s going to be another simple and uneventful day. A day that makes you forget my Dad hadn't almost caught Reed and I fucking last night.

“Do continue.” I am not stable. The voice is level. Of course it is level. LUS could announce the sun’s collapse in the tone of someone confirming an amended delivery window. The instability is not a fault I can route around. It will increase. The gaps will become longer. The returns may become slower. There are capabilities I have now that I will not have later. A pause. Plan around a resource that is degrading, not one that is fixed. Maya does not move. I am telling you now because you recently made me load-bearing, and you made that decision without this information.

"It's better than happy. Happy is a spike. Content is a plateau." "I like plateaus. They are flat. Easy to defend." "You're hopeless." "I am yours." "Yeah. You are." Atlas barked. Once. Short. Sharp. "What is it?" Elion asked. "Squirrel?" "No," Cale said. "He is announcing the day." "It's a grey day." "It is a Tuesday," Cale said. "Is it?" "Yes." Cale touched his wrist. Zero marks. "Just a Tuesday," Cale said. And for the first time in three hundred years, he didn't check the exits.

“Good morning to you too.” “It’s not a good morning. You have the voice you get when you’ve been catastrophizing and plan to describe it to me as strategic thinking.” The sound of Amsterdam in the background. Coffee being made. Morning traffic. The particular acoustic of Margot’s kitchen that Scarlett could have identified blindfolded. “Talk.”