Ya Dun Goofed Novels & Stories

I watched his face twist with jealousy and thought about it carefully. He was running too fast. He was off-balance. So I shifted half a step to the side and quietly stuck out my right foot. Lucas tripped hard. He flew forward and hit the steps face-first. Two of his front teeth broke on impact. Claire rushed over and pulled me behind her. Seeing that it was over, Ms. Turner suddenly crawled toward Claire on her hands and knees. “Ms. Harrison, I made a mistake! “I was only thinking about the school’s reputation!”

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

Stop catastrophizing. Alex tried to read a document. Failed. Checked the clock. 2:47 PM. Only forty-seven minutes had passed. She checked her phone again. Nothing. No calls. No texts. No emergencies. 3:58 PM finally arrived. Alex grabbed her keys. Jessica opened the door laughing. “They discovered washable markers!” Behind her Catherine and Maya were covered in bright blue and purple scribbles. Catherine pointed proudly at the blanket fort in the corner. “Mama look! FORT!”

I reasoned. Sierra’s eyes dart, she's on high alert and clearly spiraling. I take a step closer and gently nudge her arm. “Hey.” She turns to me. “What happened to Goofy?” I ask with a smile. Sierra stares, confused for half a second and then it hits. Her lips twitch. “Oh my God, not now.” She said mid giggles. “Come on. Hiek!”I mutter cheerfully. That ridiculous Goofy laugh escapes my throat twice and she cracks up, instantly. Helps calm her down from having a panic attack.

She screwed up… She fucking screwed up…

Aaron didn't speak, only reached out to smooth the covers around me. When his fingertips brushed through my hair, I caught a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle from him. (The End)

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."