A Short Story : The Story Of Selison

In Anita Seikonia 's - ' 'Graywolf: A Romance ' ', the narrator talks of an imaginary character that accompanies her all the time - A gray wolf with anthropomorphist qualities, that she has a companion relationship with. While others cannot see the wolf, he is not merely an imaginary friend that she created - two other people, and a surprising third person are also able to see him like she does. When I was a juvenile I had an imaginary friend, but not nearly in the way that describes the Gray wolf. Now as a young adult, I would sometimes unbeknownst to my self give somewhat anthropomorphist qualities to my sister 's dog ' 'Chester ' ' who thinks of me as a second owner. I would see him not only as just a dog, but as another human buddy of mine.

“It’s all right,” came a response from the tree line, the voice sounding familiar. A thin man stepped from the woods: Merlin. “It’s only me. Mind if I have a seat?”

The hallways of Central High School were filled with greetings and decorated with friendly smiles as Stephanie Herron entered the crowded campus. As the Central High “Golden Girl” and Junior Student Body President, everyone naturally admired her: teachers, students, parents. A smaller, less noticeable figure walked alongside the idol. Although vice-president Maria Anderson was as popular as Stephanie, she always felt a twinge of jealousy when Stephanie was given more attention than her. Whatever Stephanie had, it was everything Maria had wished for. Whether it was something as big as popularity or something as small as getting the last fry at lunch. Stephanie was always the star and Maria was just the mere sidekick.

The vein in Hamilton’s forehead throbbed achingly as a pit of nausea welled up within his stomach. The bitterness of his rage was like a cancer, eating upon him and as the room spun sickeningly, his ghastly envy wrenched on his forearm, contorting into a shaking, trembling fist.

“Sargent Lannon, please take a seat as well, your father and the council has much to discuss. He asked that you be here, to listen to his story.”

The visitor is able to step inside the darkened space that contains different zones along the center of the room. These zones of interaction allow your body to create a simulated sculpture that generates sounds as you walk throughout the room. You hear ice breaking, birds chirping, water flowing, glass shattering, creaking metal, rocks tumbling, flames bursting, frogs croaking, bells ringing, and keys jingling. These physical sounds evoke emotions of anxiety, fear, curiosity, relief, and comfort as you take your time walking throughout the entire space. The dark space heightens your sense of sound and you are more aware of the different physical sounds that you trigger.

The atmosphere is eerily quiet, aside from the constant boom and flicker of harsh light emitting from the sky. He has goosebumps from the cold air. Castiel reaches out towards the doorknob, twisting it slowly. His heartbeat quickens as door cracks open and light spills into the darkness. He peers to one side, finding the apartment vacant and a mess. He leans back, shutting the door and walking quickly to the opposite apartment.

After the breakfast, they went off to fin John Collinson If the murder was personal, they needed information about Alfred’s personal life and problems he may have faced. John lived over the bakery. A small residence, with only three rooms, a bedroom, kitchen and a small closet. The entrance was in the kitchen area. A small table placed under the window where they sat to talk. The stranger sat and listened to John, but most of the times he was watching the empty streets. What is he thinking? I thought he cared about investigating. He sat and stared out the window until John said something that got his attention. ‘’My grandfather got in a conflict with the bank. This was years before the murders began. They believed he was refusing to pay his taxes.

I have heard it said that the first book in any series is always the best. I am not sure it is always the best, but it has to be good enough to keep the reader coming to read more.

I managed to make very few promises in my lifetime. The majority of them were with my mother, her pleading eyes telling me to stray away from things that could "harm" me. Usually after the first week or so it was broken, and the guilt washed away in time, but when Ruby Ramirez made one with me I knew I would have to keep my word.

"Emory..." he echoed her a bit as he whispered her name, almost reverently, and with her bottom still up in the air Straton bent down and placed playful nibbled and kisses on her rump before he pulled her back into him as he gently laid down on his side. His arms wrapped about her, almost cocooning her in his size and strength. Soft sounds of contentment and fulfillment left him,his chest rumbling gently against her back as he spooned her, his nose nuzzling her shoulder momentarily as the warm glow of post-sex bliss washed over him. Even as he snuggled with her, saying not a single word except the utterance of her name, Straton could feel his desire for her had yet to abate. It was a strange sensation, to have emptied himself so completely

“Can we go practice now?” asked Dick as he sat at the dinner table. “Yes, but that means that you finished everything on you plate,” said Mrs. Grayson looking down at Dick’s plate. Chomp, Chomp. Dick had put that last pieces of food in his mouth and slid under the table, he jumped up and spit out the food into the garbage. Right after he did that, he ran outside of the trailer, jumped onto the railing, then the lighting, did a flip and landed perfectly. He ran right inside the tent doing some flips and stunts. “I told you Caron, the only thing for that boy is a leash,” said Mr. Grayson, “Hey son!, wait for us!” yelled Mr.Grayson. Dick’s parents followed Dick into the tent that he ran into. When they got into the tent they saw their son looking up at a figure in

The man tapped on the panel and looked around the darkened room. So much history and sorrow rested here. The air was stale, greasy, and heavy. The circular room held shadows so dark that they seemed to live. The eyes of a million people were on him as he continued to work. He turned a knob with a look of hope on his face. Two clicks ticked off from the machine and then nothing. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag and continued working.

Louisa and Salma agreed to meet at Salma’s place the following evening. Her friend’s parents went for a vacation to Spain and Salma stayed alone at the big house. Tired of people and her own parents Louisa was happy when Salma suggested celebrating her 18th birthday at her place together. Their friendship started years ago and despite their young age was strong and devoted. When Louisa arrived in Dallas she was small and frightened. Her parents did not have another choice as to move because her father was bankrupt at Frisco and his old companion suggested to become his business partner at Dallas. In comparison to Frisco Dallas was something magnificent in Louisa’s small naive eyes and comprises the whole world in this densely populated city

As I jumped to my feet he says, with an air of sincerity and a hint of genteelness, “Dear sir, I apologize for startling you, but would it be an inconvenience upon you, if we share this park bench for it’s the only one that offers a hint of shade.”