Dare Short Story

It's watchin' us" Ralphie whispered. "Listen, I'm not gonna-" "No, Danny. Really. Can't you feel it?" Danny stopped. And in the way of children, he did feel something and knew they were no longer alone. A great hush had fallen over the woods; but it was a malefic hush. Shadows, urged by the wind, twisted languorously around them.

Ready to step in for anyone at any time, Zendaya watches on the sideline cheering on her teammates. It is the sixth inning, tie game, and her best friend Nadia is up to bat. She hits the ball hard and gets a double. There is now two outs with Nadia on second. Can the cleanup batter do the job? She hits it to the fence, the ball bounces off the yellow, Nadia is heading home, but the throw is spot on. Nadia dives head first into home plate in hopes that she would be safe and add a run to the score board. When she dove head first into the plate, all she could see was the catcher blocking the plate and a cloud of dust. There was no going around her. She managed to get a finger on the plate before the catcher got the tag on her. The catcher

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

Does anything in our reality truly exist? That is a question I find myself pondering on. It seems if you go to questioning things too much, you find loose ends that can't be tied up. I know what you're thinking, "Just stop questioning stuff." My line of work is all about questioning, I'm a detective. I question everything so that the loose ends can be tied up. Although you always have those mysteries that seem uncrackable. Like the case I'm investigating now.

Dare carried Khadira's still out cold body over his right shoulder with his palm planted firmly on her pert behind to keep her in place while holding Alyse hand with the other as he zapped them into his laboratory, a very high tech expansive looking space with a Zen ambiance. "My...mmm...mmmm," Dare's palm covered Alyse's mouth before she said God. "Hey, why did you do that for?" She pushed him away from her, more annoyed at the placement of Dare’s hand on Kadirra’s ass.

She surveyed her kingdom. A kingdom of concrete and grey, but as far as she was concerned it might as well have been made of gold. The shine of the windows towering up above were her diamonds, and the taxis driving by were her limousines. Her black raw denim jeans, fitted t-shirt, and sneakers were her ball gown and crystal shoes. She has a quality about her that anybody who crossed her path could see. Her blue eyes reflect the silver city and her smile could make you feel warm on even the coldest of New York winter mornings.

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

Marinette slammed her cup plastic cup back onto the table, waiting for Alix (who seemed to gladly accept the position of bartender) to pour her another drink, the pinked-haired girl obliged seeming in awe at how fast Marinette had downed that first cup. Quite frankly, Marinette was surprised herself, she’d never been much of a drinker save for those night’s when she and Alya switched out ice cream for some wine Alya managed to sneak out of her house. Either way, she braved through the bitter taste of vodka, enjoying the warm feeling building in her stomach, at least now she could blame her flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

Darkness envelops my entire being; I can feel the tiny legs of bugs crawling all over me. I smell iron rich blood, so much so, that I can practically taste it. I can hear a faint whimpering; it was me. I see nothing except darkness. Then… CRASH!! The lights turned on; I’m covered in bugs from cockroaches to centipedes. I flail and brush the bugs off as fast as possible, worrying if I missed any. The bugs scurry away and I take in my surroundings. I’m in a hallway with no one in sight. There’s also a dirt floor floor underneath my bare feet, the sight of which makes me cringe. After viewing my surroundings I feel the hot breath of someone on my shoulder. I turn to face them and it was… me, but different. Bloodshot eyes, tattered clothes, disheveled hair and the most peculiar

Adela bristled, hair ends curling up in indignation. Her aurulent eyes glowed, the color become that of molten gold. Ciel shifted uncomfortably at the angered gaze and flare of power that curled thorough out the room. Ciel tried to meet her eyes but his head hurt to do so. Sebastian stepped up protectively from his side.

“Rachael! Sit down and get back to work! I’ve had it with you interrupting the class!” My marine biology professor screeched at the top of her withered lungs, startling everyone out of their work induced trance, especially me. Only moments beforehand I had been working quietly with my partner to identify the micro-fossils in front of us and now I was the center of attention in the worst way possible. I was stunned into silence, completely baffled as to why she was yelling or what she was even talking about.

“Forgive me, Mr. La-Rose,” said Eggward. “I may not look like it, but I was once a scientist and a doctor for my people and I still have the remnants of insensitive manners. Shame on me.”

The doorknob had rattled to my isolation room in the mental hospital and a pretty, little nurse walked in with a platter of food. The food looked so revolting, it wouldn’t have surprised me if it moved.

The overall idea of Murphy just.. exploding with the submarine had 10k's heart slightly sinking in his chest. They'd been traveling for so long, nearly reaching their destination countless times with something always in the way to block a safe passage. Accidents, deliberate actions.. Their rag-tag group had experienced more in the handful of years that they'd been thrown together than Ten Thousand had ever imagined possible. All because of one individual that had roped them all commonly together, besides the fact that they were a portion of the good survivors still kicking around. There was little remorse for Alvin Murphy himself when thinking about that possible outcome; but the cure that lingered in that man's veins? It was enough to

A short story like any other term does not have only one definition, it has many definitions, but all of them are similar in a general idea. According to The World Book Encyclopedia (1994, Vol. 12, L-354), “the short story is a short work of fiction that usually centers around a single incident. Because of its shorter length, the characters and situations are fewer and less complicated than those of a novel.” In the Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary (third edition) short story is defined as “an invented story which is no more than about 10 000 words in length.” At the same time online Britannica Encyclopaedia (www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/541698/short-story, 21.02.2012; 12:04 p.m.)