A Short Story : A Story Of New Life

Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.

When you start to second look the things you first viewed as ugly and out of your life's story context, you start to see new things. To see using the eyes of faith breeds new perspectives.

The radio was on with country music and just as we got on the main road mom turned the radio off, I was confused and curious on why she shut the music off, then she said, “As we know it takes a long time to get to Scott’s work.” As I was thinking she said, “we might move, I know you might not want to but it’s so we can be closer to Scott’s work.”

Just like yesterday. I still feel depressed. I can’t believe Violet is gone. No one else seems to know. I walk around the corner of the hallway and see what I never thought I would see again. Violet was there. Everything was happening just like it did yesterday. I want to run over and hug her, but I stay put at the corner. Once it went far enough, I go over there and actually say something about it. I’d rather be the one getting those things said to me. “Leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you.” I yelled from the end of the hall. “They all turn around the look at me. “Who are you to talk? You’re just as bad.” Katie said. I walked over to Violet and pulled her away. We skipped school that day and I just spent time with her. We became friends again. I never wanted to feel what i thought i felt yesterday. Maybe it was just a

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

A cheer arose from inside the bar, and I put the pistol back in my waistband before returning to the crowd. I made my way through several congratulators, several with conspicuous swastika tattoos on their faces.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

Words such as desire; hungry; needy; and wanting suddenly sprang to mind as each step brought Lillian closer to him. She couldn't take her eyes off him; what was even crazier was that she didn't want to. In fact, all she wanted was to get to know him. Life was too short to wonder what would have; could have; or, should have. Thinking so wantonly brought a deep blush to otherwise pale cheeks. The smile that had appeared upon seeing him first hadn't dimmed. If anything, it had become brighter.

This story is about a miracle. A true miracle. I was 3 when my paw paw Tony, my dad’s dad, had a heart attack. This heart attack should have been life ending, had it not been for my paw paw’s co-worker.

One one fall night the leaves where falling from the trees and everybody in the neighborhood were putting out their Halloween decorations. Alexis and Jordan lived in this nice neighborhood with their mom Alexis was 17 and Jordan was 8years old.

At some point in life we have all asked ourselves or have been asked what our reactions would be to endure a life altering tragedy. Some believe that they could never live through it and others naïvely think that life will continue is normal, taking for granted all the things in life a tragedy can take away from us. There are all kinds of tragedies in life, some people overcome them and some will give up, surrendering to the statistical fact that has been laid out for them. I personally know someone who beat his odds at life’s unexpected traumatic events, my husband Keith. Let me walk you through his remarkable story.

Karjon moved on from the Birthing Centre out to the perimeter of the Hive. He could see the great barren land ahead of him and the lowly looking buildings behind him. This reminded him of his own Hive’s layout. The more important, elaborate and ornate structures were at the centre of the Hive. The edge was reserved for the slum areas. However all of this was above ground.