Chapter Short Story

Chapter Twenty-one “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse” “Heres the deal,” The griffon spoke, as she lit the cigarette dangling out of her beak, “I sent seven of my talons to the trading post down near Pinkie World; I haven’t heard back from them.” She paused, as she exhaled a ring of smoke, “I need someone to go there, figure out what the situation is, then come back. Simple.” Chip nodded, then Moira glanced towards me. “I want her to stay here,” she said, pointing a talon in my

Lightning flared and thunder rumbled through the skies of Brogontis. Luke paid no attention to the looming storm. He sat alone at his rightful place at the throne, his eyes distant as he mourned the loss of Dooly, his mentor, master, but more than that, his friend. In the shadows, the king watched unable to help his great-grandson, suffering yet another loss of life. A burden to big for someone so young. “Is there anything I can do?” A voice in the shadows said to Alaba. It was Ebadah. “You

father’s council table. He looks to her for advice even in granting justice. Since her mother’s death, the Princess is more the Queen than anything else. She might offer you some perspective.” Gwen nodded. She glanced toward the sky to see Sol just short of his zenith overhead. “Perhaps we should ride on then?” “We’d make Whitgate in a few hours. Perhaps we might find suitable lodgings afterwards?” Seeing Gwen’s reluctance to put her out further in her eyes, Blancheflor insisted, “You are my guest

The lawyer squinted through the dark as Hyde thought. Contemplative, then shocked, then having reached some inner resolve, Hyde sighed and thrust out a hand for the clove. “According to Lanyon, about your pulse points should suffice-- might I help?” Utterson reached forward but quickly withdrew at a glare from Hyde and cast a nervous glance about them. “Here,” announced Hyde. He returned the garlic to Utterson’s pocket and made for the gates. “It won’t take long.” Utterson stared after him for a

Chapter one; From the moment her eyes blinked to an open, she knew it was a dream. But what really left her to ponderment was how to wake up from it. She attempted once or twice to let out some kind of sound to at least give herself a start: not even a whimper or a cry left her in that moment. Instead she could only hear a whisper, not her own but that of a stranger; starting as a soft sound in her ear and slowly reaching an echoed loudness in her mind, while an anonymous clutch became tight around

“You can’t. This is a trick,” she stammered. “Believe it or not kid, I’ve been looking out for you,” Cide said. Femca shook her head. “This is wrong…I can’t…” “How long are you going to continue to support lies of the ruling class?” the man said, leaning forward. “I don’t want to hurt you. If you don’t agree, I’m going to trust you to keep this a secret, but you could really help and we could really help you. Stop letting people step on you.” The look in the man’s eyes was pitiful, as if he

Jake Fontaine didn’t want to visit the ranch—didn’t want to voice the words, but he trudged up the steps to his grandfather’s porch, the rough-hewn planks echoing his arrival. Near the front door, two spit-bottom chairs leaned against the clapboard siding. He hesitated and removed his hat. The sweltering July breeze fanned his bloodstained shirt, and its sickly sweet stench stabbed at his guilt. How could he tell his grandfather? The door swung open and Gramps, his silver-streaked hair ruffling above

Jake Fontaine didn't want to visit the ranch—didn't want to voice the words, but he trudged up the steps to his grandfather's porch, the rough-hewn planks echoing his arrival. Near the front door, two spit-bottom chairs leaned against the clapboard siding. He hesitated and removed his hat. The sweltering July breeze fanned his bloodstained shirt, and its sickly sweet stench stabbed at his guilt. The door swung open and Gramps, his silver-streaked hair ruffling above his ears, stepped outside. "From

"Oh, hello.” Kat said when she noticed the other people in the room, mentally praising herself for putting up her hood and slipping on her mask before she travelled there. Kat looked at, what she assumed to be, other agents that would be accompanying her on her mission. There were two woman and three men, each looking rather frightened that they were in the presence of the Shadow. Well all of them except the blonde guy sitting at the back. “Everyone,” Maria began, “This is-” “The Shadow,” The

The Swede put his two index fingers to the corners of his mouth and pushed them up, in a smile. Taking his fingers away, he held the smile, even if he wasn’t feeling like smiling. But it was of no use. No matter, how much he smiled, his eyes were still stoic and intimidating, probably even scarier accompanied by a smile. He sighed and switched off the light, leaving the bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom and entering said bedroom. Tino was already in bed, on his side. Berwald slowly slid