갱단 Novels & Stories

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

Caleb stepped up and put out a hand, stopping the door. An old lady’s face appeared in the crack, stern and annoyed. “I’m sorry, folks, but we are closed for the day,” she said. “Come back tomorrow if you like.” “Forgive us,” Caleb said gracefully, “but we need just a few minutes. I’m afraid we cannot return tomorrow.” “It’s five after five,” she snapped. “We close at five. Every day. No exceptions. Those are the rules. I can’t keep this place open for everyone who comes in late. Like I said, if you want to come back, come back tomorrow. Good night.”

You know I always keep my word. — D

Moments where the intensity of feeling—both physical and emotional—threatened to break my carefully constructed equilibrium. Eli was patient through all of it. By the end of the two weeks, we were moving into the new apartment. Our space. Not his. Ours. The moving day was mundane in a way that contrasted sharply with the emotional intensity of everything else. Boxes. Furniture arrangement. Decisions about where to put things. Compromise about decorating. It was beautiful in its ordinariness. "This is real now," Eli said that evening, looking around the apartment that was half his aesthetic and half mine, now merged into something new.

I interrupt, eyes wide, looking at Sam, who stays silent. “What’s the problem, Estela?” Sam asks calmly. “Repeat what you said, Mark,” I demand, surprised. “I said… how about we do this now?” he repeats, pointing to a card in the game with a sliced ham image. “I’m hungry, sorry,” Mark adds, shrugging. This time I swallow hard—the imminent full moon is affecting me more than ever.

Finally. Named.

A key. ---

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" I know, but you're gonna be fine hun. Okay?" " okay "

We said bye hanging up the phone so I can park and get out walking to the door. Closing the door I felted relaxed at the day's ends, going up the stairs to my room and I dropped onto my bed and I sighed " So glad today is over to today." laying there Alpha Kane came to mind rendering the look he gives me before leaving ." I wonder if he is still upset...... UGH, what I'm saying !" I screamed at my self sitting up on the bed "It's okay " Shiva chimed in " Nothing about this on top of what we still have to deal with back in London is 'okay' " I said sarcastically.