Archer: A Short Story

It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.

Sterling Silverson stepped through the cold, wet, sticky mud and knocked on the door of the huge stone brick gate that separated King Sparrow's castle from the rest of the kingdom. He waited there for a couple minutes until he could hear hushed arguing past the main gate. First, there was a loud sigh- closely followed by a short, trembling pointy nosed man. He wore a beautiful black cloak with bits of chain mail covering the sleeves and legs for added protection.

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”

The next day Archer and Drake go with Bancroft and Winston to look at all the villages. All promise to help prepare the land for winter. One had most of their men killed by the masterless men and Bancroft suggests some of the women previously enslaved by them can come and work at the castle with the promise they will be safe and cared for as long as they work.

Was it a normal, ordinary day. Also, it’s my first day at high school and new friends Awais met. Around Awais walked, saw a teacher, asked how his day was. Never responded. Maybe Awais should make sure he could see me, but at least he knew his name, it was Randy. By me, many teachers walked, but they also never responded. It also seemed like Randy had a gas tank with him.

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

A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. “Seems like we'll have to relive the past for a little while here.”

A couple of years ago, my brothers and me were home alone. See, this story is already off to a bad start. Anyway, things were going excellent. Lane, my little brother, was upstairs watching TV and me and my older brother, Jacob, were down stairs. Then the pizza man showed up and everything came crashing down. By everything, I mean Lane and by down, I mean loud and screaming. The pizza man seemed absent-minded and I don’t think he realized we were home alone. Casually, Jacob paid the guy, took the pizza, and closed the door behind him. We tore that pizza apart like it was wrapping paper on a Christmas present.

Bard stepped out into the arena, his longbow in hand, and the crowd let up a great roar of approval through which it was still possible to discern the voices of each of his children. The King of Dale acknowledged his people and guests with a humble inclination of his head and then prepared to cast the first

I could see the look in Lane’s eyes as we heard the prolonged footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew we were thinking the same thing as we hid the others. When we heard the familiar huffing and puffing of the administrative assistant we ran for cover. It seemed like it took him forever to get up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to do as the worker asked, “Is everything ok?”

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

Lost my heart to the streets, struggling to cope, but never losing hope Aint been the same ever since, intense…. Heart Luke warm, I say that with sarcastic charm Simply because I’m in between heaven and hell This isn’t a dream I’m trying to sale Somebody post my bail Screaming “I NEED MY HEART BACK”

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

Piper rushes down the dark alley. She thinks she’s safe, but this is unfamiliar territory. She mentally punishes herself with every frantic step. Her mother warned her. She knows better to, especially after sunset. Curfew must’ve begun hours ago. She moves faster through the alley, too terrified to look back. Her heels make a loud tapping noise against the concrete. It echoes between the buildings. They’re going to find her any minute. She drops her purse as she turns a corner, she keeps moving, no time can be wasted. She knows they view this as a game and her just a toy. She hears something behind her, it makes her jump. She whips her head around, but there’s nothing. She keeps on her way, the end of the alley almost in her reach.