Unsteady Novels & Stories

And, we are still stuck with English. "Umm, it's just kinda... uh, hard to... be familiar with the participles of verbs. I just get a little confused if I could meet a different word from what we have been learning. Because you have said it yourself that there are more than a thousand verbs out there and... I just... that's too much... too many to remember. And... confusing as fuck. You don't say readed for past form, right? Or should it be added with have, has, or been? Singular? Reads, right? Present tense? Reading? I don't know." She reasoned out in frustration and I just stared at her very stressed face.

I snarled at him. "Ok fine your problem not mines" he responded and left. I've moved in with my sister over three months after I broke up with Alex and I can't get him out of my head or the image of him f**king my bestfriend, it seems like just yesterday. **flash back**

"You don't understand." "I don't want to." "He has aura." "What does that even mean?" "It means..." I searched for the right explanation. "...he walks like he already knows he's going to win." Marco blinked. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "It makes perfect sense." "It doesn't." "It does." "It—" The front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without looking, I knew who it was. Steady. Measured. Never hurried. Alessandro.

Brock screams in pain. "You're the reason my family was torn apart. If you want an hour with me, I'll give it to you. It will give me sixty minutes to try and turn that limp dick inside out or make it fall off. Would you like me to continue with my knee, or I can get my steel-toed boots?" I have never been so proud in my life. Brock shakes his head as he tries to squeeze his legs together.

Then answered: “You are what happens when a transition refuses to end.” A pause. “And begins to continue.” Emma stepped back slightly. “That doesn’t sound good.” “It is not classified as good or bad here,” he said. A pause. “It is classified as unstable persistence.” Emma shook her head. “That sounds worse.” A faint, almost tired smile. “It usually is.” The space around them shifted again. Something flickered in the distance. Not light. Not shadow. A ripple of intention. The man noticed immediately. His posture changed subtly. For the first time—

Then— “They said everything is stable for now,” he continued. I exhaled slightly, my hand moving again, resting over my stomach without me thinking about it. “Stable is good,” I said. “It is,” he agreed. He didn’t add anything else. Didn’t try to soften it or complicate it. Just left it there. Stable. I leaned back slightly, letting that word settle. Not perfect. Not guaranteed. But not bad either. Just… steady. Like everything else had been lately.

Me: hey guys what have you been up too. Luke: Hey, busy comforting your friend.'.' Me: what happened this time? Wifey: Anna failed one of her modules again. >.< Me: how is she holding up? Luke: you should ask how am I, she is keeping me here since morning, listening to her regrets, I'm a student too you know?. It doesn't help if I fail a well. Me: hahaha couple goals. Wifey: hahaha that's right. Anna: why have enemies if I have friends that at my most vulnerable turn their backs, let alone my boyfriend.

Wrapped in concern, sharp as a razo​r. “The ‘instability’‍ is a nar‌r‍at‍ive Henderson‌ is⁠ cra‌fting because he’s losing​ on the merits⁠,‍” I sa‍id,⁠ leaning forward. My p‌alm‍s w‌e‌re da​mp‍, b​ut my v​oice was⁠ dry as‌ dust.

It wasn’t a question. Raymond didn’t slow. “Once.” Amber watched him. “And you didn’t think to mention that earlier?” “I didn’t think we’d be going back,” he replied. Selene let out a soft breath behind them. “That’s never a good sign.” Amber almost smiled—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What’s it like?” Raymond was silent for a moment, as though deciding how much to say. “Unstable,” he said finally. “The balance there isn’t… fixed.” Amber frowned slightly. “Meaning?”

she asked. Rory exhaled slowly. “Acceleration.” The word settled. Heavy. Familiar. Dangerous. Bennett sat back slightly. “And the outcome of that acceleration?” Rory hesitated. Just for a moment. Then “That’s what they couldn’t predict.” Silence followed. Thicker now. More dangerous. Bennett folded her hands on the table. “So we’re dealing with an unstable expression pattern that intensifies under specific conditions.” “Yes.” “And those conditions involve—”