Chapter Short Story

She had the boys clasp the hand of the boy next to him on either side. This prevented any of them from covering themselves. She arranged the girls in a line and led the group, slowly walking down the row of naked boys. Each girl started looking first at a butt, then a penis, and then another butt. At each boy, she stopped for nearly ten full seconds. The bleachers, which the boys stood on, elevated them such that their specific areas of interest were positioned nearly at eye level for the girls. As the girls followed slowly behind, they kept pace with their coach, eagerly checking out the boy in front of them, and grinning widely at the girls beside them.

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.

“You didn’t look very comfortable over there,” he stated as he put his coat on.

James appears in a slowing fashion facing the box. He fires at it. The box opens, projects a bright glow.

“I guess Yuri was right, which is mildly convenient” Sabra said. “The place is almost empty, their numbers are extremely low.”

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.

“His cell phone rang. He said it was you calling for help and that Fay was in trouble,” Fay looked at Kat whose face paled when she realized that had really happened.

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.

By 9 o’clock I am done with half of my rooms, finally coming up to room 314, Mr. Jelen. I grab his clipboard, there’s nothing unusual in his medical history, just some childhood asthma. He doesn’t have any instances of acting out either meaning this should be quick.

"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.

In all fairness, Lance had asked Shiro to spar with him, so his current condition was to be expected, though certainly not wanted.

Her heart had never pumped so fast in her life; not even when she stepped on stage for her first open mic night. Never. She could have used a couple of minutes to regain her composure. Heck, she needed a couple of days to recover from that kiss. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to dwell on a newly developed crush. Odds were pretty good that she’d never see Mr. Man ever again. That feeling sank like a rock in her stomach.

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.

Plot: It seems like the spotlight is always on the new baby and Fili thinks no one cares about him

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.