Chapter 1 Short Story

He sighed loudly, “Newbies, always trying to play the hero,” he snapped his fingers and I heard a loud crack from behind me, then a heavy thud. I was too scared to turn around, I knew she was dead, there was no way she couldn’t be. I couldn't hear her breathing, or feel her shaking anymore.

He took the small locket from his pouch and opened it, revealing the same picture as the frame. “You don’t think that they could be nearby do you?” he asked, “I doubt that this locket could be that old.”

Wanting to find her to be husband, she conducted a search for the owner of the watch using the fingerprint. No one was to be found. Finally, in desperation, they compared the fingerprints of the prisoners in the jail. It fit Ralph’s perfectly. Vrant was enraged, but consented to every wish of his

‘Indeed,’ said Clemmie, as if the men had not spoken. ‘I thought I could trust Great Aunt Hortensia. I knocked at her door then barged inside. By that time, I was bent over double trying to catch my breath. When I stood up straight, that’s when I saw…I saw…’

Flipping it over, he ran his finger over the cool metal, and was delighted when his finger went over what felt like 3 little jewels encrusted on the face of the locket. Hurriedly, Richard carefully put the locket in his coat pocket, dusted himself off, and without looking back, excitedly ran the rest of the way home. Unbeknownst to him Richard had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Had he just turned around one last time he would have seen a shadowy figure crouching motionlessly just outside the light that illuminated the alley. As he was walking up the the stairs to his apartment complex, Richard felt a hand grab him from behind. Shaking off the unsettling feeling that had momentarily overtaken him, he turned around to face whoever the hand belonged to. It was an old man, who realistically couldn’t have been no older than 70, but appeared as old as time itself. His face was weathered and worn, though his look wasn’t malevolent, it was one of

"Mom, Dad, and brother are gone. Dead." I said, looking down, tears forming in my eyes. They soon started to fall onto my ragged shirt. "Monsters bombed them."

I looked down at the golden locket. It was round, engraved with intricate twisting designs. In the middle was a crest of an upside-down triangle with a pair wings openly spread. Out of the golden item only the wings were silver, and they glinted under the sunlight. I was tracing the outline with my finger, when a lock came

"I don't know. I had never seen him before but maybe he could sense what I am. Like I've said." Alister paused to stroke my face. "I'm not a good person but I want the opportunity to be something different." His touch sent a tremor through my body and I found myself getting wobbly. "D-do you think he's still alive?" The feeling made me stutter but the wobbliness is more than likely the alcohol starting to kick in full blast. "Why don't we go play one of those games." Said, Alister, while handing me another drink. "No seriously. I left him surrounded by hell hounds. So is it possible for him to have made it?" I felt guilty for doing that. Dangerous or not I should've stayed and fought with him. "Even if he didn't it's not your fault." Alister rubbed my

“I wasn’t expecting anything from you.” He muttered. He opened it and picks out the pocket clock. “This is so cool man” he shouts as the room grew silent. He opens it and realized it was engraved: Wayren Thomas 14. He began to cry. My gift did a little more than I expected. Wayren handed his dad the pocket watch and ran into a room. Mrs. Thomas ran after him while Mr. Thomas came to thank us. “Wayren, has never received a gift like this, I think it reminded him of one of his favorite movies in which the main character had a pocket watch.” He explained. “He didn’t want to feel stupid in front of you, no worries!” Mr. Thomas patted me on the back and went on to catch up with his son. A few minutes later, Wayren came back out in another outfit. Everybody applauded his entrance. He took a bow and took a seat beside me. He grabbed my arm squeezing it with a motion of thanks. I whispered in his ear, “You’re Welcome Sir!” The dinner turned out to be a thanksgiving feast. It was so much food; everybody had to leave with a

"All right," I said and raced off in the direction that the jeweled scepter revealed. Then I heard the spooky goblins shriek and I stopped. Ran back and leapt in behind an enormous oak tree. I watched him wait until the wolves were gone. Then filled with rage he dashed over, grabbed Cotton with his sharp fangs by the scruff of his neck, and savagely jerked him back and forth. "Tell me where he has gone with the scepter you foolish filthy creature," he demanded and tossed the gnome hard against a rock.

“What’s up buddy?” I said as I threw my bag down and pet his head. In response Chubb ran to the kitchen and came back with his food bowl in his mouth. “You're hungry? Alright, let’s go feed you,” I said as I grabbed his bowl, while heading into the kitchen. As I filled the bowl on the counter, a light ringing noise filled the air. “What is that?,” I said as I looked around the kitchen. Getting louder, I soon find out it was coming from the round locket around my neck. Chubb and me not bearing the noise anymore, I hurriedly yanked off the locket and wrapped it in a kitchen towel hanging on the stove. To my surprise the noise instantly

In a chest drawers found at the home of his late father, Cheshire man uncovered a watch that he had never seen before. It was a clock that only 618 others were made from. They sold for around £500, or that is what he expected, but when the auctioneer told him that the sale price had reached three time higher than that, the man was left dumbstruck.

"Well boss we were wondering you had the plans for the outer building, Tom lost them" He looked away, rubbing his throat "Can't trust him much eh?" Blake replied. Some people are magnificent lairs, but this man was not among them. Looking away and touching vulnerable body parts are a known signs for lying. I paused before replying thinking about my response. "Sure, here are the plans, don't lose them this time eh?" I said passing him the sheets of paper. A small amount of relief passed his face "Sure Kody, see you tomorrow" He rushed quickly leaving. Maybe he would realise he admitted to losing them, or maybe he was too stupid to see the implication. Doesn't matter either way, it was a small entertainment. Glancing at my watch, I decided to head home. Locking the door behind me, I plugged earphones in and started to walk

His curiosity got the best of him as he opened up the box. His eyes went wide as he realized what was in the box.....the Yellow Diamond! “No way…” he whispered to himself. He was cut off mid thought by Kat entering the loft. “Arron babe, lets go out tonight! I-” She quickly went silent when she saw her treasure from the night before sitting in his hand. “Umm where did you get that?” she asked as she walked to him. He backed up shaking his head. “That was not what I thought you would say. Here take this! I have to go.” He stormed out before she could explain anything. Frantically, she tried to call him several times, but he threw his phone in the river as he ran for his home. He locked himself inside, walking back and forth trying to decide what to do. Several times he considered going back, but decided it was best not to. He wanted to be alone for a

“I would have expected you to stay out of my affairs.” The enchanter lifted his rod in his hand and directed his gold fire on them. The one died instantly, but the other only stunned by the impact that exploded on his friend, laid on the steps heaving. The enchanter drifted towards him. He stared into his eyes, turning them white as the blood drained.