A Short Story : A Story?

“Do you?” she asked, as he pulled her closer. She would be taking a brief respite from studying. They somehow always ended up entangled in each other’s arms whenever she visited.

"Did I mention how beautiful you looked earlier?" You could feel the blush creeping on your cheeks, which made Elijah smile like an idiot while he extended his hand out, you accepting without hesitation. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, all while staring lustfully into your eyes.

I watched Peyton get out of bed. I pretended to be asleep as I watched her change her clothes. I wasn't watching her in a sexual manner, I just loved the way her skin looked in this lighting. She was so pale and curvy, healthy too. The light laid over her pale skin, and her shadow twisted with her as she pulled her shirt off. What was that word she told me? Beautiful. That's what she was.

He left the office and went straight to the bedroom. He was going to see if there was anything that he could change into, but he immediately just collapsed on the bed.

“Mom?” I squealed. My mom had went back to her work with the kitchen counter. I got up from my bed and peeked through my bedroom door.

The whisper of a creak sounded from the doorway, the bed appeared to jolt from under her. A short silhouette stood at the doorway.

You know, when you’re the heir to the throne of a long dead Camelot and one of the last remnants of a dying magical world, it’s almost an insult that nothing tried to kill you before you turned fourteen.

“You knew our granddaughter was pregnant,” Margaret said, thinking that eventually, someone would tell them.

“Those are your salivary ducts going crazy,” he said. “You’ve never eaten before, Phillip. Never. Your jaw muscles are locked up and you’re producing an overabundance of saliva as a result of tasting sugar for the first time.”

“Why’s there a child in my bed?” Jinki questioned, walking out of his room and back into the main area of the flat, where Minho and Taemin were sitting at the island separating the living room, that was apparently made for dwarfs, from the kitchen that even ants would struggle to cook in (not that they cooked often, though - ordinarily they would order takeout or Teukie would drop food round and eat with them if he wasn’t busy dealing with his own problems).

“Oh come on Trent, go around the neighborhood with me!” I whined scrunching up my face. My brother looked down at the hard garage floor. He played with a leaf on the ground with his foot. The summer sunshine shone the tiny garage windows.

It was a starry night, and very icy cold out. I was setting up, and cleaning the house to make it as neat and as nice as possible for our next guest. I turned on the fireplace, straightened out the carpet. I opened the curtains a little bit just to draw some attention. I then sat very close to the door thinking of new plans, while I waited impatiently for someone to come to the door. It has been forever since I have had a visitor at my bed and breakfast. My next visitor would hopefully be somebody just right to add to my collection. My plan would be the same, it always works best and would be risky to try a new one. I will make sure they will want to have tea, and when I’m making the tea, I will poison their tea but for sure not mine. Then all of a sudden I hear the doorbell ring. I got up super fast and pulled the door open. I flashed a smile I urged him to come inside. I stepped aside and held the door wide open as he came inside.

My eyes open to the sound of birds through my open bedroom window, only to find an empty and peaceful house. As a curious 7 year old I quickly walk out of my room, down the hall and into the living room. Sitting on the couch is my grandma, sitting there with the sole purpose of telling me my mom went into labor last night and is currently at the hospital. Jumping with joy, I go back into my room and get ready to go meet my new brother! After I am changed and my teeth are brushed I get some things together to keep my occupied throughout the day because my grandma told me today would be a very long one. I grab my shoes and walk out the door and to my grandma’s car. As I grab the door handle to hop into the back seat, I think back to the wonderful days I had spent in Disneyland, a couple weeks earlier, when I was still an only child, something that will never be again.

Flashback:.Michelle sat down on a bench, next to a woman. She was very skinny with pale skin and her face was covered with the shadow of the cape on her head .The woman pointed her large, skinny fingers towards Michelle .She muttered some words under her breath.Without a warning, the woman disappeared and left no trace of her existence there.Michelle had knots in her stomach and felt like her head was spinning. She could not understand what happened and why the woman was pointing at her.

A slight crackle in his ear then the sound of her voice, 'Hello, my love.'