Chapter : A Short Story

“Hey Lydia,” Indigo Fairchild said excitedly. “can we go for dinner tonight?” she added. “Ok maybe that would be nice,” Lydia Brandwood added, kind of confused. “I promised my mother that i would hang out with her tonight.” “Ok that’s fine, what about tomorrow?” Indigo asked hopefully. They kept discussing. In the end it ended up being tomorrow. Lydia went home. ”Hey Mum.” Lydia said to jocelyn as she walked through the door. “Let’s get the board games out. It’ll be just like old times.” Jocelyn

I cannot tell you how I ended up in this situation, because I myself do not know. Nobody, not even I, would have expected that my wife could’ve done something like this, or that I would allow this to happen to me. I do not expect to make it out of here alive, so I will share the events of my day, or as much as I am aware of. All was well in the morning. Mary was serving our morning meal when I saw the invitation. It was for a party at the mansion that the Stiers’ resided in. They had thrown many

was one cluster in particular he was looking for, but to find it in such a cluttered mountain of paper was not an easy feat by any means. It could well take days before he got anywhere near the script. Predictable as it was that he came back to a story a while after writing it to scrap a few pages and start over, it had been a lot longer than the usual few months since he had touched this particular saga. In fact, years had passed since he'd looked at an unpublished copy of Tales of the Champion

Chapter Ten 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. She wagered the real reason to head out was because he was having a hard time refusing her constant

I remember that it hurt. Looking at him hurt. I remember the pain, how it was so powerful it caused me to shift back into a human. I remember the thick scarlet dripping off the tips of my claws, how they changed to the gas I had poured all over my shaking exterior. I remember the expression on his pale face, how there were tears were falling from not just my eyes, but Froy’s too. The last thing I can remember was the light of the full moon. It was intensely bright, almost blinding when I turned my

"I think it's time" "No, it needs more time" "Why? The idea is solid" "No" "Come on" "We must execute these plans so precisely that they go accordingly, but nevertheless, once we figure out its kinks, we will be able to release it to the public!" "But, changes can always be acquired!" "Notwithstanding the plans, it certainly won't go anywhere" "But" "No!" The toe-curling shout had echoed through the lab, it ordinarily caused a few of the scientist with white painted coats to jump a little

Julian’s head is constantly buried in a book. It wouldn’t be stretching the truth if I said he breathed history. The Whitefire library is small in comparison to the size of the palace. It’s a round, two-story room with curved bookshelves that follow the perimeter, ceiling to floor. There’s a skylight, but it isn’t that much of a help today considering the sky is grey. Where are Silver storms when you need them? They could easily be rid of these gloomy clouds

Jacob's eyes widen as he saw how upset she was "hey.." Jacob said softly, she still didn't look at his direction and kept her head down as tears fell. Her body started to shiver as she hugged herself "It's my fault" she mumbled to herself, Jacob was afraid to touch her as he didn't want to make her even more upset. [BC]{Jacob's P.O.V} Her tears fell and landed in a puddle, making it ribble everytime. I couldn't stop thinking how I wanted to hold her and make those tears disappear. My eyes widen

“I guess Yuri was right, which is mildly convenient” Sabra said. “The place is almost empty, their numbers are extremely low.” Screaming from a young woman could be heard coming from another room, surprising them. Turning their attention in the direction the scream was coming from. Everyone tried to move towards the screaming, before being halted by Paisley. “One group can go check that out. We need to go and look for Vittorio, it shouldn’t be an issue to split up for a little.” “I’m certain

Ise said nothing though she did raise an eyebrow. Naoko coughed nervously and continued, “It’s just an idea but I’d like to at least try it out to see if it’ll even work and since you’re said to be really god with kidō I thought you could help me.” Ise’s face still looked unamused though when she spoke there was a hint of interest in her voice, “How did you come up with that idea?” The teen shrugged, “I read about a weapon Quincies have used called Seele Schneider. It’s like a sword but made of