A Short Story

I ran, and kept running, and running, and running. “Where’s the door,” I thought; “it had been there just a second before?” Suddenly, I was at the top of the stairs, and momentum was still bringing myself forward. Tumbling, bumping, the chair out of my hands and clearing a path for my own disembarkment down to the main floor. I collapsed in a disheveled lump at the front entry, groaning from what I was sure would bruise the next day. I looked up at my brother, standing so victoriously at the top of the stairs; a mischievous gleam in his

The sun rose, and so did I. Yet another day of work shortly ahead of me. I threw on my old blue jeans stained with pizza sauce: work shirt, hat, and vans. There was not much to the work uniform, but good enough to get pizza decorated and baked to perfection. I made my way out of the door and began my daily routine walk to work. It was a beautiful morning. Traffic remained at a minimum as I ventured across the road. That became the least of my worries as I approached Little Caesars.

I lay awake yet inattentive before finally shoving the warmth from my body in an attempt to revive my senses. Stale but brisk air embraced me, leaving me unguarded from harsh discomfort. This, however, did awaken my mind and jumpstart my flesh. My stomach fought me. Nothing except for a few strips of microwave cooked bacon, a slice of turkey, and a scoop of mashed potatoes had entertained my digestive system the day before. Thanksgiving had normally been a time for a gargantuan feast but this year was different. Money was in short supply.

That night I came up with a story that I thought was pretty good. So when I got to school I was eager to tell them. Once lunch finally came around, my plan was ready. As I walked into the cafeteria for the first time, it actually smelt good! In Canada it never smelt like this. I was used to the gross hotdogs and burnt macaroni. Knowing I wasn’t going to be eating horrible food, sounded pleasing. The only reason I hadn’t eaten in here yet was because my friends never did, and I was to shy to eat without them. When I got to the lunch table all my friends greeted me.

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.

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

“What do we have to do Austin? What’s this business all about? I wanna court Ms. Ellis and your interrupting me. Some friend you are. Can’t even let an Ol’ man have some fun.” Jess said. “We do have business Jess. If you’ll remember, last night we had a hell of a camp fire and somebody’s gonna be asken’ where the Wilson brother’s bodies are. We’re gonna have a talk with the Sheriff. Then we’re gonna give our ladies some special treatment.” “Oh, now that’s different. I knew you liked Lena.” Jess said as he slapped Austin’s shoulder. “I don’t and what do you mean like Lena? Besides those aren’t the ladies I’m speaking of. I mean Madame and Twighlight. Remember?” “Oh yeah, of course. I knew that.” Jess said. Then mumbling to

Paul gave him the jacket and sensed an eagerness in Leo being so accommodating. His whole vibe seemed different, and when Leo didn’t call Mary out, Paul wondered what was up. “How’s Mary?”

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.

Jon was moving his room upstairs. Sure, it would be a smaller room, but still. He couldn’t deal with the two alphas in this house. Mainly when they were in rut, the grinding and growling from the two downstairs was distracting when he was trying to practice his violin, and not feeling weird and rutting against his own pillows, confused as he acted like he was in his heat with no other signs of being in heat. (-- removed HTML --)

How much can one manila envelope change something? I’m not referring to college acceptance letters, but I am talking about an official document. With my name on the front and an Illinois address in the top corner, a big change to my winter was waiting in the mailbox: two Illinois deer tags.

Nikki’s foot kicked the railing to the walk-in clinic. One hour of waiting for a spot and they still made her family from the north wait.

It was a Friday, and I was in last period eagerly aching to go home for 2 days of absolute peace. All of a sudden, my heart started beating faster, faster, and faster. The room started to feel blistering hot and everything got darker. I was feeling agitated. Being a typical 17 year old, never able to take anything seriously, I decided to take a couple sips of water and carried on with the day, completely averting the issue.

One of the children stood up to better see what Seraph was saying. He smiled as he noted his tactic was working. Even Vishta was noticing the attention Seraph was gaining. The guard, however, was oblivious to everything and snatched it from Seraph’s grasp.

This story is going to be about a woman who tried her best at something that no one else in her family tried to do. To those who knew her, she was a stubborn woman who didn't like to determine her life based on what others wanted her to do. She led her own way through life, she had moments where she made mistakes but she learned and carried on in life. This is the story of a family woman from Ewa Beach who wanted to further her education for her family.