A Short Story

His young nephew Cole came over to stand next to him. “Goodbye, Uncle Levi, I’ll miss you.”

“Okay.” Jonas replied, thinking that atleast he will be with the one he loves when he finds out about the death of a loved one.

“We’re at Grandpa’s house. Maybe you should lie back down and I’ll send Miles or Bass to town to get him.” Rachel said looking at her daughter with concern.

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.

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

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

Peaking around the corner, due to strange noises, she found Caleb hacking like a cat with a hair ball. Pressing her lips together she tried to stifle her laughter. Though the sheer sight was making her control deteriorate rapidly. Before long she was buckling over, her arms wrapped around her chest and tears brimming.

“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.”

I walked through the familiar doorway of Microsoft on a brisk Thursday morning. I made my way to my office and sank into the new desk chair I had bought the day before. The rain pitter-pattering on the windows and the cool air made my morning much more relaxing than it usually would be thanks to some of my coworkers. Since I had my own office to myself after my promotion, I didn’t have to deal with all of their remarkably unintelligent comments. The morning seemed to fly by. Eventually the sun started to peek out of the stormy coulds, shining light on the water droplets still stuck on the window. This reminded me I should probably go get lunch sometime. Seeing as the sun was out, that meant it should be around 11:30 according to the

A solitary figure crossed the royal prison courtyard, his strides as purposeful as the reasons for visiting the penitentiary during the stale midnight hours. His slinky, weasel like features instantly became the source of ridicule from the quartet of guards standing at the entrance gate. The combination of their whispered insults and contemptuous laughter as the lanky man approached, were not well concealed. Without a doubt their lack of discretion was purposefully intentional and, obviously, the insults were blatantly meant to be overheard. All four guards remained at ease, unbothered and unwilling to come to attention even as the stranger stood directly in front of them and waited for some sort of response. The visitor surveyed the

So Miranda's dad called, he finally got through to them. Apparently he's been trying to call for the past two weeks, but it never worked. Probably because of the landlines and the government is probably blowing up each others phones. Or because the satelilites are screwed up. Anyways I was wondering what happened to their dad and why they weren't trying to call him constantly, but apparently they have been trying, but the call just wasn't getting through.

After four hours of complicated algebraic equations, and unquantifiable amount of differential equations, the clock struck midnight. It was late at night and I was winding down from a long day of school work. My body sagged with fatigue, arms unable to rise above my waist, and my head drooped in eagerness to meet my bed. Of course I was eager in turn to meet my head’s throbbing expectations, leaping into bed to a night long and full of eventful dreams. Then I heard those fatal words, courtesy of my darling mother ,” Did you have good day? Did you get everything done that you needed to?”

Alexander released the blanket and allowed it to cascade down his taut hips and thighs before it finally dropped to his ankles. He stepped into each individual leg of his pants then danced the rest of his body into his jeans, clasping them with a button. He often forgot to zip. "Actually... can I have two?" He answered, referring to the eggs. He turned around, facing her, and gave her the usual pleading eyes and charming smile. He waited in silence for his breakfast, idly making his way over to her dresser to borrow her mirror. He wiped away a little drool stain, combed his brows with the pads of his fingers, and teased his hair into something less wild and into something more natural. Not long after he joined her back on the bed, taking his plate so she could adjust accordingly. Alex took a seat right beside her and did not even bother with the utensils he was so hungry.

Great news! Your niece will be home soon. That's wonderful news. There's no us, Cosmo.

The next time I awoke, the room was brighter, and my stomach was growling. The clock read half past one. Gran’s chair was empty, and I could hear the clanking of dishes in the kitchen. The delicious aroma of frying bacon wafted through the air.