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LONDON SHARK: CHAPTER SIX
C h a p t e r S i x “Well, it’s very decent of you . . .” Mark Tudor looks at me quizzically, as Mike Knowlesy repairs off along the corridor, happy to have if not shot of me entirely then at least passed me on to a colleague. Tudor’s pleading look continues its polite enquiry; I realise he wants to learn my name. I automatically deal out the de facto name I use in an unplanned situation.
By jamie harding3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of London #3
Jenna had no plans to leave her bed until the next day or so. When she finally got home, she dropped her leather jacket, stepped out of her pants and took off her bra, all in one long, liquid movement while she was shambling towards her big, warm, wonderful bed, and then fell on the pillows, already sleeping. Naturally, she was furious when her phone went off, waking her up just a couple of hours later. According to the clock on the wall, it wasn't even nine in the morning. Basically dusk.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 40
Read Chapter 39 Here After dinner, Key went with Mat to his new room, leaving Ayan, Miriam, and Tilli at the table. None of them seemed to have anything to say, so in relative silence, they all put up their trays and headed to their rooms.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 39
Read Chapter 38 Here The nice thing about Cadolina being house head was that Tilli knew exactly where to find her. Even though the furniture of the houses was different, the floor plans were the same. And the house heads were always in the same place. If she had gone to Magnolia House, she'd have no idea how to find Sam, though surely someone would have been happy to direct her. Caddie, on the other hand, didn't have a roommate.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
Conflict of Interest
Alice watched the sun rise over the hill and graze the horizon. Colors of orange and yellow were streaking through the sky like ribbons. She watched Lucas grumble as his body began to wake him. He looked different with his glasses off. The tape in the middle did give him a classic type of nerdy look. She crept out of the sleeping bag and put on her boots. Carrot looked out but stayed in the warm comfort of the sleeping bag. The fire still was smoldering, so she bent down and warmed her hands before putting on her gloves. She looked down at the puddle in the rock cavern and caught her reflection. Her brown hair looked matted, but her grey eyes shined back at her. She looked at her cheeks and saw how she was beginning to look thin. Still healthy, but thinner than 2 weeks ago. Normally she would be jumping for joy about losing a few pounds, but now she saw her extra pounds as a commodity. The thought of jumping on a treadmill or lifting weights for fun seemed like a cruel joke. She fed carrot a few bites from yesterday's meal before putting her pan and spoon away in her backpack along with her sleeping back. She looked over at Lucas still stirring in his sleeping bag. He must be tired. She knew exactly how he felt. He was probably sleeping through high blood sugar which drained your energy. Sleeping with high blood sugar somehow made you feel like you hadn’t slept at all when you woke up.
By Lily Caudill3 years ago in Fiction
On the streets of... #11
Since Molly and I had agreed to meet in a pub, there was no dress code. I opted for a pair of dark blue jeans, a black shirt and my old leather jacket. It was my grandfather's back in the day. When he arrived from Poland he had nothing but an old journal in his pocket, his wand, a pack of cigarettes and this jacket. The old man was hardcore. He died a few years back when I was in the Academy.
By John H. Knight3 years ago in Fiction
Love Yourself Like That
I was always told, "If you don't fix your face, a bird's gonna come shit on your lip!" That was my mom's side of the family, being funny, but not just "haha" funny. They would be on your ass when you got in trouble, and then start feeling bad and want to lighten the tension by using sarcasm. They'd say some shit like that and I couldn't help but smile. That's a kind of love. It teaches compassion, because you didn't have to be serious about life all the time, but you do need to know when to stop playing around and get your shit together.
By Courtney E 3 years ago in Fiction
The World Beyond the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Since the first time she noticed that fact when walking by one day, she had been unable to focus her mind on much else for any period of time. She instinctively knew she needed to be united with the world that lay beyond the window.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Take My Hand pt 1
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through his window. It was after all his window. The two of them shared one room but he was the larger of the two, he was who they were ready to receive into their world, and she wondered if they even knew she was there. It was his window in his room. She felt as dissociative inside as she felt to their outside, she was just lucky enough that he stopped absorbing her before she had to wait in line for a new room with a new window to look through, maybe next time one of her own.
By Brian Grady3 years ago in Fiction
