A Short Story

       Helena is another character who uses language to her advantage in order to achieve state. She does not use deception, as Ballas does; rather, she addresses others in a manner that connotes their inferiority or lack of power over her. She often refers to others as "sweetie," "love," or by their first names. She addresses Ballas, the Managing Director, as "Jan." By recognizing people on a personal basis and in not acknowledging the formal identity of others, she presents herself with an air of authority. Furthermore, she also patronizes Maria, who is

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

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.

The agent kept his gaze locked on Dave, while responding to her. “I have friends in the area.”

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.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

‘’Woohoo!’’ Exclaimed Ralph, coming out of Cisco’s breach and back at the lab, as the engineer released his grip on him.

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.

Sandrin breathed in deeply and then got on to her hands and knees. She crawled, determined to be in the loop this time around. Sandrin would not allow Tora to keep anything from her this time.

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.

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.

Ethan wasn't worried, either, and he always started off weeks with a laser focus which generally waned by Thursday or so, although he picked it up late in the day on Friday with the weekend coming on. That was, of course, assuming he didn't have to work a weekend or go out of town to meet a client; lately, they'd clamped down on overtime or on anyone aside from upper management flying out of town on company dime. In general, if you had to leave your desk to meet a client, it was either a really big deal, or they were close enough in town to be managed face to face.

No one in town would argue that Ceres (the best farmer) in Olympia was not the “Goddess” of Agriculture. Her fruits were the gems of the Earth and her grains were fit for kings. However, her daughter knew her mother as the Goddess of being too overprotective. Yet, Stephanie loved her mom and her mom loved her. That didn’t stop Stephaine however from being annoyed at her mother.

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?”