A Short Story : The Mindy Story

It was almost 4am and we had slept in the cold LAX airport on black and while marble floor. Very comfortable and accommodating. At this point a cardboard box on a heating grate in New York would be the Ritz Carlton. Jamie and I stared at each other coldly, hating each other, damp sweat and anxiety poured over us. Silence. We just want to get out of here. "This sucks." Was a common response to our deliriously back and forth conversation as we tried to keep our spirits up.

The plane steadied as we flew above the clouds. My once jaw dropping view is reduced to a monotonous screen of white like a piece of printer paper. I closed the blinds and was now struck with proliferating boredom. My mind started to wander. When this happens my surrounding becomes distant and I am fully immersed in thought. I imagined landing in sunny San Diego, feeling the sun’s rays warm my body. Eating all the delicious food from the mess hall or buying my favorite ice cream, homemade pistachio almond drizzled with hot fudge and caramel.

I hear what you are saying, but that's only one side of the story, but I lost all respect for Tiffany when she stop coming to see Tey. Shamel did not have his mom, Yan and Sarah did not have their mother and I never thought Tiffany would just stop coming to see Tey. I would have bet my life on it. When Tey is crying because his mother wasn't at his game and then he calls her in the morning asking where are you and you make zero effort to come the next week or the weekend after, I cannot respect you. After Tey did that I had to write her letting her know he did that on his own and not prompted by me (I had to beg her to come see him). This woman stop coming to see her son to stay with a man, I can careless about the guy, but when time with him

Alys ran through the street, holding a coat above her head in attempt to shield from the downpouring rain. Holding all the rain it could, the coat dropped all the water on to Aly’s head. She stopped under the archway to a shop and ran a hand through her white-blonde hair. The rain had taken out the curls and made it shoulder length.

The alarm clock went off. It was Monday, fight day, or for Mindy about every other day. Mindy was battling a stupid music-lover named Gazpacho. She honestly did not know why this dude thought he could actually get a scratch on her. She could flick him in the face just once and that would be all it took to put him in a coma for at least a week. If it wasn’t for her refusal to become a murderer, this guy would be dead within five minutes.

“Pack early Abika, and don't forget the family pictures!", my mom spoke in tears as I prepared to depart to America. It was something I couldn’t believe at that moment. I was about to leave my family, my dog and my old friends for a country that I’ve only witnessed through magazines and Home Alone movies. Nonetheless, when the time arrived, I bid my emotional farewells and stepped inside the Boeing 777.

You have no need of my name,” he told her as he pivoted on his heel and walked out.

Our story begins in the year 2016 in canyon city,oregon. Jimmy found himself remembering what had happened 10 years back in this same forest but last time he was here he was 28 and being hunted by something lurking in the night. The object was stalking him. This object was a haunted animatronic fox named foxy when Foxy was first made it fell on top of a man named Jamey. He wanted revenge so anyone who was alive and happy. Jimmy was on a date with janet when foxy attempted to kill them but jimmy and janet ran away from him they thought they off the hook or so they weren't when they finally got home then the filled out a police report for 4 months janet and jimmy thought the robot was gone but he wasn't he had been scoping out jimmy's schedule

As I walked in I could tell by looking at the room that a pilot lives here. As I take two steps inside the small and bright colored room, I see directly in front of me red pins piercing cities, states, and countries of a world map. After taking a long and steady look at the map, I close the door and hear something gently land on the floor; a green aviator jacket with gold wings stitched to the right side of his jacket. I pick up the jacket and hang it onto the hooks attached to the bright red door. After hanging up the jacket I turn a complete 360, walk towards the brown wooden desk, and see publications and maps of future trips. On the left side of the desk there is a set of crisp, brown gloves, an antique compass, and worn-out goggles. Then,

It was a crisp and cool morning. There was a fresh layer of shimmering dew over the bright green grass. The air was refreshing when she breathed it in and stepped into the early morning air. There were birds singing in the trees, and she could feel the earth come to life when the bright sun rose from beyond the trees. This was a day of travel and adventure. She had packed her suitcase to the brim with a foray of multicolored clothes, and she was ready to begin her long trip. Knowing she might be late, she got in her smooth running navy blue Lexus and began her trip to the large and buzzing with life airport. She was excited, because to fly is one of the most exciting yet sobering experiences one could witness firsthand.

A weight lifted off of his shoulders the moment the door closed behind Illkay. Finally he could have some peace of mind and move about his room as he pleased without eyes burning into the back of his head.

Emma Henderson yawned and rubbed her eyes as she stepped off the plane at Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome. Her vision was still a little fuzzy from leaving her contacts in during the flight. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief as she walked down the airbridge that lead to the airport. There was nothing she hated more than airplanes, and she hadn’t been able to sleep at all during the eight hour flight from the U.S. Every time she began to drift off, the little kid behind her would jam his feet into the back of her seat, or the lady in the row across from her would rattle off yet another loud complaint. She was definitely glad it was over.

Jayna rode through the countryside on Corny, passing close to the farms and homes as she traveled at twice the speed of a horse at full gallop. At one large farm they were accosted by one of the bulls of Minos, he threw his ax at them, but Corny dodged it easily. Corny lowered her head and charged the bull at blinding speed. Her horn pierced his chest and he fell to the ground, dead in an instant. They rode on as if the matter were of no consequence, Jayna risked a glance backward as the farm workers gathered around the bull. A sita gave him a kick, just to make sure he was dead, then the rest of them began kicking him as well. At dusk 23, Doox and Waal met her at the appointed rendezvous point with some food and water.

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be

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