A Story Of A Story

Alice grabs my hand, pulling me along with her as she dashes behind the bar. We duck down out of sight, huddle together, while Clyde remains standing as our protector.

Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers.

Ryder stared at the ultra ball in his hand as N and Gladion sat in front of him. He stared at it for a minute before spinning it.

Addison and I started heading towards the deep, gloomy forest. There were only a few rays of light, shining through the closely packed trees. I jumped all of a sudden when the birds came flying out of the trees making scary noises. I pulled my jacket closer. The branches we’re swaying back and forth making a swishing sound. I know that wouldn’t stop me from exploring in the forest. Together, Addison and I walked slowly through the muddy, dirty ground full of leaves and decayed fruits, giving a strange and unpleasant smell. We walked deeper and deeper into the forest. “It looks like we are getting closer and closer to the old barn. Probably a mile more to go,” I said, looking at the map my uncle lent me. “Lets stop and rest for like five minutes, because we already walked almost one and a half miles,” Addison said tirely about to collapse. I decided to stop because my legs feel like jelly too. We sat down, ate two granola bars, and took a few sips of water. After about two minutes, we started down the road again. When it seems like forever, we finally arrived at the barn.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

“They hope to have the central heating system up by fall. For now, we still have to light lots of fires and keep warm other ways. I warned Lia that it’s a work in progress and that we’ll still be roughing it in some areas.”

¨ Wow, this is… different” Alayah sighs as she sweeps her long, blonde hair out of her face and squints looking up at her new house. ¨ Chin up princess; don't look so glum,” says mom as they hop out of their oversized truck and start walking towards their new farm home. Alayah had lived all of her life in the suburbs of a big city in California, but after her parents divorce her mom wanted to move to a farm in a tiny city outside of Nashville Tennessee. So here they are, walking up a big hill to their new lives.

Suddenly everything was doused with bright color. Noise tore through the air leaving a lasting sound of a artificial ocean and sweet aboriginal music. People were ubiquitous, all seemed to be gazing at the spectacle. “Wouldya look at that Deage”.

Not long after he'd spoken, Jeremiah silently wished that he could take the words back, or least the piety, behind them. It had seemed a good idea at the time, and appropriate for such an obviously god-fearing women such as Ms Vanderholme, however, unfortunately he'd only too late realised that might just encourage her to return it in kind. And, she surely did, with an incredible amount of vigour that had him clenching his fists behind his back, arms placed there in what he hoped would seem a posture of respect, rather than an attempt to restrain himself from a sudden overwhelming desire to throttle her. Overbearing was the word, and the only thing that stopped him from making his excuses right there and then, was a quick flick of his eyes

Bob suddenly woke up after feeling water on his bed in his 85th level apartment. He lived in an apartment in Old Manhattan, which he had lived in since he bought it in 2039 when he had just made a lot of money from the stock market. The water had been rising ever since 2050 when it first started rising up the streets in his neighborhood. Over the next 10 years, it had slowly crept up, passing the 1st floor, then the 2nd, one floor at a time. As the water kept coming up, it would weaken the walls, and you could feel the building swaying sometimes. It was now 2061, and it had finally reached his apartment. He would have to leave for higher ground, just like all his neighbors below him. Or, if he had enough money he would leave for space. However, he wanted to help save the earth, except he didn’t have the power. He was now 51 years old and didn’t want to move. He had chosen to move to New York, because he was scared of quiet, and New York was known back then for being loud. While he thought about his life, he quietly packed up all his things into a canoe, which he had for when this would happen. He had already decided to move to the Rocky mountains because it was the only mountain range he had heard of.

I woke up in a snow covered forest, shivering as I looked around dazed and confused. I looked up and was met by a cloud-covered sun, surrounded by frosted trees. It must have been midday, I thought to myself,

Lauren stood on a boat in the middle of a lake. Around her, the world was black, only illuminated by the moon and stars. There was no real reason why she was on the boat. It was almost as if she was supposed to be there, pulled pulled by the strings of fate to her exact location. Well, if nothing happened, at least the night was beautiful. She sat down, breathing a sigh and crossed her legs. How long was she prepared to wait? And for what? She glanced around the fragment of the lake she was facing.

“Nico!” Joe called out. It was getting pretty close to midnight and the boy was nowhere to be found.

It all began with a simple Phone call one night after dinner. “Matt,” my Father Hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Joy, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Joy.

I walk through the grass by my tribe land. It’s warm like any other day. I carry my wet furs to the fireside and set them up to dry.