A Short Story : The Story Of Ari's Story

It made me feel very special. I looked at him and nodded with a smile.

Everyone continued with their lives, the simple notice of an enemy rising seemed to slip their sights. Until the day that it happened. A monster from the depths below, one that no one had ever imagined to exist, tore its way through the settlement before leaving with some of the remaining humans. Those that were Hunters from a Tribe followed it, finding the bodies of their fellow survivors lifeless in the woods not far from the settlement. This was the beginning of their true

“You are pregnant by a young boy!” He exclaimed. The size of her stomach give her away. Her father was also aware of the many men who where in awe by her beauty and her many lovers. Although the father of the child is unknown Amaris and her father were excited to meet the baby. Some time later the young god was born and Amaris was over joyed. She named her son Aatmaj.

I don’t finish my breakfast before I jump out of my seat and head out the door down to the village. I find Arain where I was hoping she would be at the old oak that sits beside the abandoned house that had once belonged to her mother.

Ashella just sat there for a moment before the words fully sank in. When she realized it, she turned to face the knight who had been looking out for her from the beginning. "You mean…"

"I have the tracking skills of a dog, Alek. I can probably find any animal in the entire forest." She pulled off her sweater and handed it to me. For someone who looked so small and fragile, she was actually extremely tough. Her shirt was tight and the sleeves didn't stop until they reached her elbow. "Wake up the other two while I'm gone. It's about seven in the morning. Tell them where I went. Ask Kate to do the laundry. I'll be back in an hour."

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

There Ella stood amongst the crowd on a windy summer day, the sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping. It was a perfect day, but to the people in the crowd nothing was perfect about this day. She looked around and all she could see for what seemed like miles was grave after grave. Sadness was present on the faces of everyone in the crowd, some people had tears streaming down their face. Not even the beauty of the world around them could take them out of the depression they all lived in.

A few grains of sand tickled their way down her skin as Meghan took off her goggles. The desert stretched out beyond the horizon. The larger dunes looked like mountains in the late noon sun. As the sand continued to works its way down to the ground, she felt her skin prickle up, causing her to run a hand across her arm. Those bumps reminded her the cold.

He soaps himself thoroughly, washes his hair twice, and holds his face under the water a long time, eyes closed, feeling like there was something he meant to feel now.

Still, he doesn't know who to blame for that... if there was anybody to blame... Maybe it was timing; they were living in a present, but the impending future was pushing the burdensome past too cruelly for a normal outcome of the situation.

“Yes. Perhaps that would be the best idea,” Monsieur Roden agreed, looking from one of them to the other.

She found family annoying. She found new things a threat. She even found life useless.

Once in an old time, there was a princess named Shaelyn. She lived in a castle with her two parents King Craig and Queen Angie. She was a short 15-year-old brunette that didn’t have many friends. She was very shy and would have much rathered sit in her room alone all day instead of going out. Her mother had recently fallen ill and died unexpectedly. Shaelyn and her mother had a very strong bond, they were like best friends. When her mother had suddenly died she was devastated that she would never be able to see her again and would have done anything for one more goodbye.

Together they lifted Riasean to his feet, and supporting his shoulders, dragged him slowly out of the back of the house. The backyard of the cottage was as much a wild tangle of plants as the front, but a long, tall, hedge separated it from the Grimwahld. As they approached the verge, Meara opened it like a door with a wave of her hand. A long, dark trail lay ahead of them.