A Short Story

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

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.

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.

Laces looked up from her position and towards her mother’s face. She smiled big and bright and said “Hey momma, look what grandma gave me.”

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

"Yawn" Joe yawns while rolling his eyes. "This is fucking boring why are we doing this?" Joe whispers to Pete; Pete shrugs.

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.

“To your Grandma's house!” My mom hollered. I heard her coming up the stairs to collect me and my things. “Ok, ok. I'm coming” I said when she had gotten to the doorway to my bedroom. “Meet you in the car” My mom smiled and then turned to head back downstairs.

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.

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.

“Sure Grandma!” I responded. So I got dressed in a floral blouse, some jean shorts, and some flats. I got my purse out of my closet, made sure there was money in my wallet, and unplugged my phone from the charger. Then I saw that Sophia had sent me some pictures. There was an image of the whole dance team holding a sign that said “We Miss You Juli!” I missed them too. I replied and I promised that I would send some pictures from the city. I raced up the steps and got my jacket on.

Among other public buildings in a certain town this building was the one at the end of the gravel road and through the dark creepy forest where little dare to go down , which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning the screams you can hear from a half a mile away, or the blood stains all over the walls the shattered windows that make a faint whistle when the wind blows , and to which I will assign no fictitious name and the clown they call Pennywise this creature that rarely comes out of the shadows, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse ; and in this workhouse was born a devil child and the one who is in charge; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat,

“You almost ready Ben?” Janice calls from the doorway of my room. Janice has been a big help ever since we found Rose. Not only was she my wife’s student, but a friend and nanny in desperate times.

We should go to the park.. Or something.” Her mother’s eyes met the floor, and she bit her bottom lip. “I just don’t want to live with regrets, when you leave.” The colors of the room seemed to disappear, leaving a lifeless feel to it. Evelyn’s heart felt empty, the only thing filling it was sorrow, anger… regret. “Fine.” It wasn’t a kind word, just a simple, blunt, ‘fine.’ They stood there for a while, the sound of her bedroom clock ticking was the only thing that seemed to exist at the time. “Now go, get the car started or something, you’re wasting my time, and.. My life, technically speaking.” She smirked as her mom hurriedly rushed out of the glum area to start the car. Evelyn collapsed onto her bed, feathers fluttered to the ground, as one of her pillows had a big, gaping hole in it. She watched the white fluff twist in the air, and land on the carpet. Her eyes misted, but then she quickly wiped the appearing tears away. “How did it end up like this..” She mumbled, dazed and lifeless, but then got up, and let out a long sigh. Then she went outside to the car.

She had always had a rumbustious relationship with Phillip’s children and dreaded it ending. Josh was now well over six foot and broad too. He’d been trying to lift since he was about eight, and it had become part of their habitual greeting.