A Short Story

Sasha pulled her yellow Corvette into the Sunset Mall parking lot and chose one of the many spots near the Red Lobster restaurant. As she flung open her door and stepped into the hot, tropical air, she adjusted her black skirt and then slammed the door, chirping the car alarm to secure her prized vehicle: Cameron. Naming her Corvette was just one of the quirky things Sasha did. She took out her iPhone 6s and checked the time, and triple checked to see if Leon had called or texted. Somewhat disappointed at the fact that she had arrived before Leon, she decided that if she had to wait, she’d get out of the heat, and into the restaurant lobby. Within two steps, she felt a gooey adhesion under her right foot. Pulling her foot upward, a sticky, rubbery mess of what smelled like grape chewing gum stretched a disgusting stringy strand from the hot tar to the sole of her sandal. “Eeew, why did I agree to meet Leon at such a classless mall-restaurant,” she chided herself aloud, though no one was there to hear.

In the dark foggy alley Normîrel ran. The smell of rain and sour milk filling the air. She ran down the long narrow alley way, watching mice scurry as her feet splash in the clear dirty rain puddles. Her heart ponding in her chest. Hearing the sound of the motorcycle behind her, her heart stopped. Running faster, Normîrel turned on to the street and down the other alley. With the sound of her footsteps echoing in her ears. A car pulled up at one end of the alley. Making another turn in the twisty foggy alley way, Normîrel fell. The screams of her pain raining out in the cold brisk air. Hearing footsteps, Normîrel crawled to some near-by dumpsters and hid. The footsteps getting louder and close, Normîrel stayed as quite as she could while trying to muffle her cries of pain. Her leg is dirty with the dark red color and she chocked on the smell of gas and smoke that filled her nose.

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

My head was killing me as it throbbed from the intenseness of the situation. We were standing on the other part of the highway; wanting nothing more than to sit down. My dad was yelling, “Get out of the middle of the road!” He wasn’t mad, but was afraid passing cars wouldn’t see us with the little moonlight that was laying down on the earth. I followed Karolana as we crossed the yellow lines in the middle of the road. We sat down on the shoulder of the road, beside the two cars. Gasoline filled my nose as I was sitting in a minuscule pool of it. I wasn’t thinking about how anyone else felt at this time. I was consumed with my sobs and the sounds of apologies coming from the other

“Uh…yeah…” Izumi was confused. How did she do that? How can she to talk to such fearsome man so casually? How can she take his gun? What is she? Without a single question of his answered, he remained

Still weak, he lowered his arm and surveyed the gurgling river. Two sobbing children, their hands linked, bobbed close to the bank. They tried to climb up the slick moss, but one would not release the other, which caused them to slide back into the water. He forced his legs under him and limped away from the shore. Their muffled cries weakened, but he still heard them. Damn kids.

“Damn!” Greg Watson slammed his hands against the steering wheel as the car sputtered and drifted to a stop. The sounds of lose gravel crunched under slowing wheels. In the bright moonlight he looked over at his friend Dave passed out in the passenger seat from having one to many beers at the club they had spent most of the night partying. He nudged Dave once, and received a sleeping snort and Dave turned more on his side facing away from Greg.

She'd been in his apartment a matter of mere minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to blow him. Brett felt a touch guilty as his erection throbbed in his pants. Not accustomed to paying for sex, although there was a greater intent behind it on this occasion, it didn't sit well. Nor did the knowledge that the girl's clients usually accompanied them to a gala event that under other circumstances they'd never gain access to, or at least wined and dined them first. Sex was expected only as a sweet dessert to top off the main course. Brett was also a man who liked to take his time to ensure women enjoyed the experience as much as he did.

Sick fate, twisted punishment for something they must have done in order to wind up somewhere so terrible as this cement prison. Humans were cruel… Poking and prodding at open wounds and making new ones were old existed. It felt like years in this personal hell. Most of the time the young creature stayed tucked in the very corner as far as he could get from the outside for it was the inside for them. Fear dripped from his body in waves nearly as thick as syrup. He was scared and he had every right to be. Watching them murder so many… The images have haunted him since the night it had happened. Blood… Gunshots… Thoughts eased into his mind like a bad dream, making everything a dark place he couldn’t hide from. Mother… Father… People

Sweeter words, Carl Dupont had never heard, and when Cassidy screamed and lunged out of her chair, the man didn't move an inch or bat an eyelid. Instead, he remained motionless, with a smirk pasted across his features, and cold blue eyes following his victim as the bailiff's dragged her away. He'd warned her not to testify and, in the end, his Lawyer had come through. An improper search meant all physical evidence had been ruled inadmissible and without that, Cassidy's testimony was useless. There'd be no re-trial, Carl was a free man.

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.

shuttle. All agreed that that was a wise precaution and headed to the antechamber to prep and don EVA suits.

Long, slender fingers pushed a delicate pair of reading glasses further up the bridge of the doctor's nose as the eyes behind the lenses scanned over the papers held in his other hand. It was an important day for those that worked at Maternity Enterprises, but unfortunately that also meant that it was a busier day than normal. Nurses and orderlies were going from the labs to the offices to the exam rooms to get everything prepared for the upcoming appointments. The childcare staff were trying to keep their charges in line while simultaneously trying to gussy them up for the party later that evening. A number of other staff members were actively setting up for said party, and the doctors, himself included, were busy preparing for the

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.

About an hour later, Phillip and his parents sat down together to watch one of the cinema record files that was stored on his notepad computer. The house’s mainframe computer had linked the tiny device’s hard drive up to its server so the record could be played on the home’s master television viewing screen.