Unsteady Novels & Stories

"So I'm stable until I'm not." "Essentially, yes." He turns away from the computer to face me directly. "Think of it like this: you're walking on a bridge. Right now, the bridge is solid. But there are structural weaknesses we can't see. The bridge could hold for years, or it could give way tomorrow. We monitor it constantly, shore up what we can, but ultimately—" He spreads his hands. "We're working with an inherent instability." The metaphor should be comforting. It's not.

I am wearing a sleeveless top and a pencil skirt pairing with my three inches black stilettos. Satisfied with what I did to myself, I held my phone again. I checked for possible messages or at least a call but there was none. A sudden looming feeling of sadness suddenly engulfed me. I don’t want to think negatively but I couldn’t help it. It feels like I don’t matter to him anymore. Who is she to make him abandon me like this? I closed my eyes for a second trying to stop myself from getting emotional. I shook my head trying to cheer myself in front of the mirror. “I can do this!” I mumbled and forced myself to smile.

“I didn’t say you were.” “You implied it.” “I’m telling you to keep it uneven.” A pause. Then, confused, “Uneven?” “Yes. Don’t settle into a rhythm.” “That’s your advice right now?” “It’s not advice.” “…what is it then?” “A way to stay unmeasurable.” She exhales—too steady. Then catches it and breaks the next one on purpose. Good. It doesn’t need to be perfect. It just needs to not be predictable. The shadows shift again.

I Don’t Turn Because this Wasn’t something we could win by force. Aurelion’s Voice Is Soft “It wants to understand.” Eryndor Adds “But it doesn’t know how.” Vireon Finishes “Because it’s never had to choose before.” Exactly The In-Between Speaks Again “…If I release control…” It pauses. “…I become undefined.” I Smile Slightly “Yes.” That Terrifies It Because undefined Means uncertain. Unpredictable. Alive I Say It Clearly “That’s not a loss.” It Responds “…It is not stable.”

.... your family.... and unfortunately, everyone around you. You have to stop this someday, somehow. I advise you to start now! " Suddenly, three black, bloodthirsty panthers hopped out of the mirror, all growling fiercely looking at Nick. " Huh! " Nick screamed. The panthers walked in a circle around him, still growling fiercely like never before. Nick was trapped! He totally didn't understand this. He looked at the panthers one after the other as though greeting them-which he actually wasn't doing. The panthers greeted him back with an angry growl. Nick noticed their eyes were extremely red-blood red; bloodshot! -with a black skull shape in the middle and fire, in the middle of the skull s

Minus I felt the driver’s door slam and the car change directions before hauling ass down the road. Wherever we were headed, we were headed there in a hurry. I was foggy as hell from the injection and my perception of time was “fluid” to say the least. Still, it didn’t feel like I’d been in the trunk for long, and I hoped that meant that Cricket had hidden or gotten away. Until I knew she was okay, I didn’t give a shit about the ledger, or the club for that matter. It could all burn, along with this sick fucker for all I cared.

I cried out as my body recoiled in shock. “Jesus Christ, Taylor,” he muttered as he stilled. I held my breath and waited for him to move. I needed him moving. Being still would not help me to adjust to his invasion. I tried to wiggle beneath him, but he let out a groan and pushed more of his weight onto me. “Stop, don’t move,” he said.

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

Lucas should let his friend know they will get back to him. Lucas stood there, torn between relief that the business deal his family desperately wanted would finally happen and horror at what it meant for his sister. In the end, he nodded and left, his stomach churning with guilt and dread.

Why is it so far away that I even failed to notice it? "Uh, okay." I sat properly and pointed to an eggplant thingy on my side. "How about this one on my right side? Do I need to use this, too?" He laughed. "That's a shifter or a drive stick." "Yeah, yeah. Eggplant or whatever that is." "Pfft, no. You don't have to use that." He chuckled and pointed at the pedals. "Do you know which pedal to step on?" "Nope. I don't have any idea."