A Short Story

Nixa, who listened to Kodor attentively, moved stealthily up to Theo’s back. The noises that came from the village were more and more

While the rest of the team had fallen asleep, I still laid awake lost in thought. We have already been on this plane for nineteen hours and thirty minutes. Which means we only have 20 minutes left on this horrible flight. I started to consider if we should've chosen a different airline, but then I realized I only dislike the 20 hours on this plane. I probably would've enjoyed this plane more if it wasn’t 20 hours. I don’t really know why, because I do enjoy the peacefulness I find on all planes.

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be

As expected, when Tom opened his locker the following morning, he found a note from Tyrell. Typed on a ripped piece of paper, the instructions were clear yet concise.

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag.

A wave of fury heats my chest, melting the icy fingers. However, I can't determine who I'm more enraged with, him or me.

Maggie was out of town for the next two weeks at a law enforcement conference across the country.

Uh, young Hannah, oh the poor child. Her laughter turns to tears and her candy gets stolen. This is the story of how she almost died trying to get back what was hers and capture the thief.

One by one they stopped their singing to cry and embrace one another; they never finished the hymn.

His relationship with Hazel was finally going somewhere, and he couldn’t be happier. It might even be better than winning this week’s tournament. And that meant a lot, considering what Beyblade meant to Shu. The shock had worn off, and today he felt more energetic and motivated than ever before. His next match, the semifinals, were tomorrow. He was facing off against Orochi Ginba and his Omni Odax. He wouldn’t forget the promise he made to Valt. They would meet in the finals no matter what. Nothing could stand in the way of Shu when he made a promise, and that was final.

Smelling stale and musty, a thin layer of dust covered every shelf and the books that it held. Snow rested on the window sills letting a small amount of light in, while above fluorescent lights flickered on occasions. Down a little way there was a light humming letting indicating that one was potential going to go.

“Viola, darling, could you give me my purse?” A pursed pair of pouting lips smiled devilishly at Viola. “Of course, Auntie Lola.” “Thank you, dear.” Lola blew a kiss to her from the sofa as she took the purse from her niece. “Are you making a trip with Duke to the cemetery this afternoon?” “I’m thinking about it. He’s got some flowers to put on his grandfather’s grave, and I think Mother may need some new flowers too.” “Ah. Well, dear, Pearl and I are going out to the picture show this evening. Do pick up some dinner while you’re out, hm?” “Yes, Auntie. Do you know if Dad’s flowers need changing too?” “Not sure, love. I’d check. Just make sure you and Duke get dinner before you come back.”

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.

Hours after Vera frightened Mr. Nuttel away, Mrs. Sappleton stood in the rustic, tidy, kitchen, preparing blueberry muffins. “Vera, my dear,” the stout woman said.

Karen was staring at the wall full of paintings, trying to look for inspiration for her artwork. Darling and John had known Karen since they were all babies; they knew that blank look on her face. It was one of those looks of regret and sadness, she was probably lost in her thoughts.