Unsteady Novels & Stories

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

Walking slowly at first to make her stiff muscles relax after hours of sitting in a single position. He wasn't relieved one bit for a week. The situations were getting worst. Convincing Auclairs were harder especially when the fucking snitch wouldn't leave a clue of his existence. He struggled to keep track of all of his businesses at once and take care of Auclairs like childish toddlers. His frustration was testing his patience. As much as tense he would work throughout the day, the relaxed he would become at night.

The air around the service junction does not feel right not just heavy but charged like something beneath the surface has already crossed a line it cannot come back from and I remain still for half a second longer than I should letting that realization settle fully instead of reacting too early. The system hum beneath the panel shifts, deepens, stretches into something unstable and I know immediately that this is no longer a controlled disruption. This is escalation. “Step back,” I say my voice low but firm enough that the men around me react without hesitation. They move adjusting their positions but the system does not stabilize the way it has every time before and that alone tells me ever

The structure shook. Not physically Structurally. Paths flickered. Decisions hesitated. For the first time since the flattening There was a pause. A real one. The expansion paths flared back into visibility. Bright. Alive. Unpredictable. The stabilizer paths dimmed Not erased. But challenged. The thinking pattern stuttered. “Variance exceeding” It cut off. The deciding presence followed. “Correction” Also interrupted. Silence. Kael’s breath was uneven. But his eyes Clear.

she asked. Elias hesitated. Not long. But enough. “Interpretation drift,” he said finally. Aurora frowned. “That sounds like a polite term for uncertainty,” she said. “It is,” he replied. Silence. And that was worse. Because uncertainty in an anchor meant the entire system had to compensate. Or replace it. Aurora sat down slowly. “So what happens if they decide you’re no longer stable?” she asked. Elias didn’t answer immediately. That pause felt heavier than the question.

He decided then and there that he could not read this two page letter sober. Grabbing a whiskey bottle in the far right corner of the room. He did not even need a glass. Taking a swig right from the bottle... he then took a seat on the carpeted floor his back leaning against the bed. If someone entered the room, they wouldn't be able to tell if anyone was around. Leona had went out with Debby, she did not mention when she would be back. They were probably decorating her apartment, reason being why he needed this money. Leona was spending way way too much on Debby. She was too kind... her stupid religious term always annoyed him. "When you happily give, it will come back much much more than y

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women