Kareste: A Short Story

“I dare you to run through the labyrinth wearing a dress!” Next to me my friend Sophia started laughing so hard that her wings started flapping and her lion's tail patted me on the back. Carl’s nostrils flared and he started breathing hard. His horns turned bright red like they always do when he gets angry.

Eamon lumbered home with the carbon inside him starving even after eating a whole T-Rex. He arrived at his old stone cave to have his wife Ishkakfae make him some food. Eamon walked inside and yelled at Ishkakfae to make him some dodo bird pie, and stegosaurus soup. Ishkakfae was enraged at this statement for some reason and ripped a stone from their house. Ishkakfae approached Eamon with the rock in hand and beat him in the head with it Eamon is dead before he hits the ground but Ishkakfae is relentless and keeps smashing his head in. The blood starts splattering everywhere on the stones of their house. By now if you walked in the house you would have thought the house was painted red. If you had known Eamon you're whole life you couldn't even recognize him

“I think that I am going to like you after all. Once I have taunted, teased, and tortured you for a while then you’ll tell me where the staff was hidden.

“Yes, it is. I’m giving it to you.” I took the sword from him. It felt unreasonably heavy. “This cannot, under any circumstances, fall into the enemy’s hands. Do you know why?” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood. I had been told about this sword, one that had been passed down through our family for generations, and that it had two identical sibling swords. One of these belonged to the elves, and one to the wizards. It was a powerful sword, and the one who bore such a sword could only be killed by one of the other two. That was as far as my knowledge reached.

Slipping smoothly through the water came naturally to Duncan as natural as taking his next breath. He detected Adaira arms started to lose their grip around his neck; he realized the over seven kilometer's through the water had been harder than she would admit. She turned out to be a trooper, not one to complain. He would’ve never guessed her mettle from judging their first encounter at the nightclub in Hollywood, all dolled-up ready to hit the club scene. This was a woman full of surprises. Definitely, a female a male would need to keep his attention focused on, to stay at the top of his game.

Who would've have known that a boy that once craved hugs and kisses from his pack's alphas, was now repulsed by even the word, alpha.

With an evil grin Alexis Haeshoru reached down and lifted ye sword, tossing it from hand to hand as though it weighed no more than a feather. "Pretty," she said sarcastically. "Which is exactly what I told

Marisol’s face crumpled with relief. “Thank you. Jamie” She turned to her father, and smiled. “I have the amulet.”

We paused just long enough to hear any movements. Silence was the only sound we could hear.

Anzlee is A sixteen year old girl who has skin the color of caramel , with long brown, wavy hair and dark dark browns eyes that fade into her black lifeless pupils. She dreams of looking and being someone she is not, because she doesn't like herself. When she looks at herself all she can see is a mistake.. Each day she sees the world in black and white. Her life is life filled of depression and self harm. Little to no people know about the scars upon her legs. The faded marks that once let her forget her pain, that distracted her from the sadness for a few seconds. A punishment Anzlee believed she deserved for just being herself. A product of two people who were never meant to last, who only brought her damage, taught her the wrong definition

“I say we hire some death mages to go out and see if they can do anything at the very least.”

“Uh, yes. That would be me!” Aeris announces, standing up and grabbing the staff from beside her. “And I’m getting pretty impatient, so let’s cut to the chase, okay? I’m sure you want my staff pretty badly. Not that you’ll get it, of course.”

Poised in evenly imposed exhalations in the placement halving his presence, Darbai kept his lower regions engulfed by the shady stalks yielding lasting heights traced by the male's midsection, or stomach. Currently, hazed, rusty-colored irises grew clouded by a layer of lustrously-rich substances that deformed his visionary capacities, and ultimately blinded the colossal wolf. Since stopping to brace a fleeting flick of malfunctioning pupils across the blurry green blobs of terrain, he'd focused on reclaiming clarity in his sights with several repetitive blinks dubbed as a distraction. At times, the Fighter's eyes breathed lucid moments as he raised his head atop its provocatively-tended vertical lengths, extremity-wise with the outstretching of one's slumped posture to capture deemed advantageous, elevated viewpoints as he searched.

The dwarf raises his hands in defence, “hey, I believe you, I’m just saying the rest of Thedas won’t take the amnesia reason so easily a second time. Some people still blame you for Divine Justinia’s death.”

"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”