Namie: A Narrative Fiction

“I love you so much too, Daddy! You know that, right?” He grinned, nodded, and kissed my forehead again.

I reach out again, and this time, I touch his palm. I envelope his cold hand in mine and squeeze it tightly, a promise that I wouldn't let go. Not like before.

“I’ve never seen such passionate eyes before,” Rose offered Pearl a gentle smile, then proceeded to extend her arm out and interlaced her fingers with Pearl’s own bony

Chica has a way of talking, Bonnie thinks, that makes everyone around stop and listen. Everything about her voice mesmerizes him: the lilts and lows of her voice that give everything she says a quality similar to Beethoven -- the way her lips curve around soft words and her teeth bear around the ones that get stuck in her throat -- the way she looks deep into his eyes to make sure he's understanding.

“Fine!” Tannie said, firmly. She spent a few minutes trying to tie them, but the loop kept on coming out. Tannie sighed, looking up. Nereth just stood there with arms folded. Instead of being frustrated, she pulled them tight, and wrapped them around and around her ankle and tucked them into the top of her shoe. She would teach herself how to tie her shoes, but she was too bored of this place.

How have you been? I would like to thank you for your patience, I have been working a lot on set lately and have finally got some time to devote to your project before the next show which is tomorrow. I just wanted to check in with you on my progress with the script breakdown and budget cost. I am about half way done with it so far, getting into all the characters different looks, timelines. I

Time stopped as he said those three words because that was the first time he said that. “I love you too.” I responded with relief. He hugged me with tears forming in his eyes.

I stopped eating and looked at him, then said “Ok”. Adym came downstairs and walked to me, he went in between my legs and kissed me. I kissed him back then he put his hands on my ass while bringing me closer to him. Sawyer left to go to his room. Adym started kissing my neck and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I then stopped him because Jason came out of his room. He looked at us and I looked at him, then Adym looked at him.

Lindy set three plates on the placemats and then crashed the fourth into the hearth.

One day four friends named Goldie the, Lucy the, Lilly the, and Honey the went on an adventure. They went to find the wand that had been hidden for thousands of years. They set out for their adventure, without telling anyone. They knew everyone would be mad, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to find the wand.

"You look even more adorable when you blush; anyhow, let's get out of here." I finally got into the front seat and he closed the door like a true gentleman and he walked over to the other side to enter the car, as he did we hold hands and he asked me.

I can’t believe it! Joseph Strorm’s son? A Blasphemy! God, what on Earth is going on? Now my job will become much harder, and people will be putting my judgment in doubt. But still, David, a Deviation! I just can’t believe it!

In bleak, she sat by my gate, I know not from when, but completely soaked to the bone. The torrent merged with waves of fog sweeping as the fury of the wind hustled. Poor Lassie sat shivering, looking haggard and howled as thunder rolled. My sliding gate, though strong to withstand the tempest, pitied not this dog – a stranger, but not one to me. As strengthened the surging cyclone, I walked down the cold steps for a cup of coffee, when her cry reached me. Through the curtains did I see her quivering, unable to neither fight the storm nor conceal hunger.

“Well, she works at the Megan Grove Hospital, approximately 10-15 miles away from her and Allen’s house. She works a 12hr shift—8:00 A.M. through 8:00  P.M., Monday through Friday, but it’s possible that she could’ve stopped for food, gas, might’ve even seen a friend on the way. I don’t know, but I do know Mahaley would not have killed her husband. She loved him! Anyone could tell you that.”

I know you have been chattering with a certain someone and that he already told you about your choices, didn't he? Are you still planing to save this world reader? Why are you trying so hard? Haven't you even figured out what this world is?” the computer voice asks you. I told you at the beginning, Your mission is to help Niko leave because Niko is not apart of this world, he is apart of yours. The final choice is up to you, I can't go against my programing. If you choose to smash the sun, Niko wakes up and it was all a bad dream. If you choose to have Niko set the sun, the child must stay to bear the weight of this sacrifice. At least tell Niko the truth reader. You care about Niko right?” the computer says to you. “Niko!” you shout. “Yes