Chapter 1 : A Short Story

“...call this meeting to order?” A deep, masculine voice spoke. Triven wasn’t quite sure who it belonged to. He hadn’t heard it before.

“I heard a rumor,” She continued in a slow, almost monotone voice, “Pinkie, if you are using those zebra chems, you need to stop.”

The only sound that they heard was the crash of the half table and chairs. The three were now staring at the shimmering light from the other side. Lincoln noted that in the next move, it would begin to take out their kitchen bench. That would be a little more than inconvenient. However, just as he waiting for the inevitable shift away, the tube suddenly telescoped back up and into the channel, disappearing from view. At the same time, they heard the familiar hiss of all the cell doors opening.

The morning gave way to the afternoon as the storm continued. They hadn’t done much than make-out like a couple of horny kids who discovered the pleasures of French-kissing. Theo was a master in the art and Carly his most willing apprentice. She would have been happy to kiss the day away, but Theo suggested they go dig out the car and survey the area with the brightness of day on their side.

Emma shifted as she watched N run out of the bunker. He knelt down beside the battered grass type as the two fire types hid behind her.

A bright shaft of light pierced through the slim crack in the opening of a small tent, causing the girl inside turn her face away. Dawn had arrived and the girl knew that she should ride, but she wanted to get as much sleep as possible. She never got enough sleep, no matter how hard she tried. Riding with a company of soldiers did not allow for many comforts and sleep certainly was not one of them.

A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. “Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can’t read the instructions you dimwit!”

Brynn pulled her phone out of her pocket. It reminded my of the man holding the puppy, but just the opposite. Her phone is way bigger than her hands. She unlocked it and we stared at the bright screen. She called her mom and said they were in the neighbourhood woods. Of course her mom was mad, but she said that she would pick us up.

With a loud screech and a grinding of metal, the thick steel door swung open revealing a dark, damp tunnel that led downward. Quickly, Axus rushed down the narrow path to another door. This entrance was much like the first, but the outside was not coated in a thin film of rust, like the one before it. Axus jammed his thumb into the green button next to the door, and spun around as the opening behind him started to close. The bright lights from the city above were extinguished as the door slowly creaked shut.

“Who are you trying to debauch now?” Jinki questioned, walking out of his room and back into the main area of the flat, where Jonghyun and Taemin were sitting at the island separating the living room, that was apparently made for dwarfs, from the kitchen that even ants would struggle to cook in (not that they cooked often, though - ordinarily they would order takeout or Teukie would drop food round and eat with them if he wasn’t busy dealing with his own problems).

"The Vale?" Joella asked her father at breakfast three days after their talk. Tywin had told Joella along with Jaime and Cersei that Jon Arryn had agreed to have Joella fostered at the Eyrie, along with two other boys. Robert Baratheon, heir to Storm's End, and Eddard Stark, the second son of Lord Rickard Stark, Warden of the North. Joella was looking forward to her time in the Eyrie, she knew there would be times where she would come home on her father's words, but that would be a go time to see Tyrion.

Summer dragged on long and slow for the Wickster children. They had spent most of their summer lounging around the house, cleaning, and watching tv. Most of the work they did was chores as a punishment for wrecking the house when they had Miss Foster as a babysitter. They thought they didn’t need her and decided to do what they wanted while she slept on the couch, resulting in their punishment.

After Shadow had changed he decided it was a good idea to pop up behind Trey to say hi. Of course like all the other times of the past, he got blasted backwards from the impact of an explosion. He let out a strangled noise as the impact of him hitting the brick wall behind him shot pain through his back. Trey gasped and whipped around, "Oh god Shadow!"

As the 'A-Shift' crew began their chores, the Klaxon sounded. Heart racing, Johnny dropped the sheets he’d gathered from the bunks and slid into the squad. Leading the engine out of the station, Roy glanced at Johnny who appeared to be made out of stone, he was so still and tense.

Enough was enough! thought Mr Jewel. How dare this young whippersnapper keep asking him questions? So, from his pocket, he grasped the watch on its chain and swung it in the air.