Chapter 1 : A Short Story

“Is that so,” i nearly felt surprised of not having to yell those few word. Time dragged on while getting real awkward.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

"I just want to talk. Yeah, I wanted to talk about how I used to get in trouble because of you; how you used beat the crap out of me; how you lied to me about being from Oberon; and how you got me locked up in a mental hospital, even though you attacked me.

“Well look,” said Sophie. “You have..what? Like 7 more months left in this place? Trust me, it’ll be over before you know it. “I hope so..”, I told her before leaving for my cell. There I laid on my pillow. I thought that maybe if I could wean myself off of heroine, my time here might not be so miserable. But who am I kidding? Even I didn’t believe that. It’s the only thing that keeps me near sane. I heard hard, rubber boots hit the ground, coming towards my cell. It was C.O. Wright. “Supply closet, now.”, he commanded. I got off my feet and headed there. I waited for around 3 minutes, touching the towels used for cleaning that were of a much better quality than the towels we were granted to clean ourselves with. I saw the door handle open. C.O. Wright stepped in and and went into his boxers to pull out a little baggie of heroin, just for me. I reach and he pulls back. “Now we’ve been doing this way too long for you to expect me to give this to you upfront. You know the fucking routine, Anderson.” I say nothing and nod as I take my clothes of for another half hour of shame. “7 ½ more months”, I think to myself as he lies his sweaty body on top of

“This is it,” Theron said, leaning against the holotable. Everything had been powered down and packed up. All that was left was to pile onto their ships and go their separate ways. Theron had a shuttle standing by, a simple, one-manned vessel to deliver him to his mother’s command ship.

As he'd killed these men of the North, Darius had come to understand a bit about them. They were larger than his countrymen on average, their skin paler, and he had a grim respect for their metalwork. The quality of their steel was much higher than what he was used to, this resulted in superior armor and weapons. They wore heavy plate mail, and ingenious mail formed from rings that'd been formed together. The swords that they wielded were longer, and heavier, as were their shields. Even their fighting techniques were different from what he was used to. Still, as large as the majority of them were, he was bigger still, and certainly stronger. He'd taken a number of the weapons off the corpses he'd made, and had studied the intricacies of

Zolah leaned against the terminal and coughed. The ground forces had finally beaten Revan’s army back. She hoped that the distraction had been enough to give the temple assault team enough time to deal with Revan. Reports poured in about a beam of light flashing through the sky, some claiming to have heard a voice. The possibilities of what it could mean send a cold shiver up her spine, but she refused to accept failure without concrete evidence.

Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but

They turned the castle corner to a giant lawn two kilometers long. Flowers of every color lined where the yard and forest met, a decorated border everyone seemed to fear. A wooden fence marked the beginning of the lawn’s plateau, and flattened stones created a biotic footpath into a green valley of nothingness.

He opens his eyes to an unfamiliar view—there is a blue-toned light hitting against the shadowed ebony metal siding. He hits his head from the van driving over a bump, "Ow..." he gently rubs the affected area.

Please, don’t give up on us.” Michael spoke walking over to where Alison was standing, placing his hand on the side of her face he used his thumbs to clean the ears from the corner of her eyes. “I love you Alison Amelia Jamison and I’m not going to let you push me away. Do you understand me?” Michael’s words hit Alison like they had never hit her before. Stumbling back a little to get away from him. Alison took in a deep breathe, she loved him, but sometimes giving up on them was the only way she’s ever get out of his town. “I love you, too, but this is for the best. You need to see that. I’m sorry Michael, but you’ve got to let me go.” Alison spoke as she turned away from him completely, giving up was her only option she knew that. --- “AND SCENE.” the female voice spoke as she stood up from the table. Pressing the button on the remote she paused the recording. “Wow, that was amazing. Miss..” the woman stopped for a second as she looked down at the resume in front of her. “Miss Landry, I’ve honestly not seen anything like that all day. There was so much raw emotion, so much pain in your voice the way that you looked at him. It was amazing. Now, I ain’t saying you’ve got the part cause you know how this works, but….” the woman stopped again before parting her lips again. “Just be expecting a call back, I can say that. Thank you. “ the woman spoke as she looked at the other men around her whom all

He limped over to perch on the edge of the second medpod. “We were almost the last ship off the surface before they closed all the spaceports. Although, I’m confident some guilty parties might have deserted at the first sign of defeat. By the way,” he stood, waving a salute to everybody, “I’ll be leaving. All this cloak and dagger excitement has been very entertaining, but I’ve got to go make sure I’m still in business.”

The silvery domes extended with cautious reluctance as if sensing their master's weakness, and Tom grimaced as he clamped his hands to the cold metallic surfaces, immediately looking towards the viewscreens.

His words stunned her. Her bags had been packed? A sick, sinking feeling took hold of her stomach and tears of disappointment replaced the tears of indignation and outrage. So this was it; the end of her college career. Over before it began. How could she have been such a fool? She had allowed wishful thinking and fanciful dreams to cloud her judgement. Of course it had all been too good to be true. Things like that just did not happen for free. There was always a price. The price, in this instance, seemed to have been her body.