Rashad: A Short Story

Ryou pushes him around, guiding rather than forceful, and kisses him like a man drowning . He's caught breathless that moment, as his senses are filled with ryou, ryou, ryou, seizing up as he forgets, forgets

Fire coursed my lungs and I struggled to breathe as I fought the flames. In spite of that, I still couldn’t get through. I panicked. Guards were bound to arrive any second now and we would be sitting ducks I these flames. Hoping my team were following, I moved my nimble body to the wall. If I couldn’t get through the flames we had caused, then we’ll have to go over them. My skin tingled as the orange flames began to scorch the coat I was wearing. My head was clouding. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe. The lack of oxygen was breaking me down. What a relief if I would just let go, let go….. A jolt from behind woke me up from my daydreams. Grinning like a madman, Alex shouted from behind me “Come on Robin!” Using his incredible gymnastic skills he vaulted over the wall and across the barrier of flames. When he got down he doubled over laughing at my shocked expression. And seeing what he had done, soon the rest of the team joined him. Though where was the captive? Alex’s amused expression soon turned to horror as he realised the same thing I had. We had lost the captive. Again. Furthermore, we did not understand what sort of cruelty he could do now we brought him to his home territory. Even more, now we had nothing to offer to get Ruth back. My shock turned to anger and I jumped off the wall with a determined posture. I seethed Alex with a glare, although it was not just his fault our snake-like prisoner managed to slither away. “We need a new plan,” I growled clenching my fists. “And it better be pretty

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

My vision blurs momentarily, then focuses and I freak out. I slap the hand away from me, scrambling back. Terror fires through me as my mind still tries registering what’s happening. I don’t get far in my scrambling as my back slams into a wall and I turn, panicking.

The man crosses his arms over his chest, arches his eyebrow. Too late, I realize he’s working with them. This, it’s all planned. His dark stare rises over my head, and he nods.

I jerk my hand across her neck. Out from her bursts a piercing scream. Wait! Wait!

Something breezes against her arm and she pulls away, her breath caught in her throat. She opens her eyes, turns her head and, chest heaving, sees Chloe staring at her; sees her violent blue eyes,

"Corrin let me in! Unlock the door!" Kaden yells. At the sound of his voice I immediately freeze and my anger is replaced by fear. "Corrin let me in or I'll brake down the door" I hear him yell and this makes me start shaking with fear as the flashbacks to me and Keller start

Tallulah and I were at the fuel airport. It was the littlest airport. It was night so it was hard to see there. We are going to go pick up orphans from Africa. We are flying over the Atlantic ocean. “Talulah are you ready to go,” Lizzie said. “Let's go Lizzie.” Said Talulah. We are 30 min away. 30 min went by. We are landing. And the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

Just the thought of him had Piper shaking her head as she trudged across the boilding blacktop. The man always had his heart in the right place, but he had a knack for being one nosey S.O.B. He truly was a great guy, he’d given Piper every break he could find, and when that hadn’t been enough, he’d gone so far as to set up this meeting with Fynn. Piper knew he’d done it out of kindess, but she was also pretty sure he’d done it out of simply curiosity of what would become of it. The moment Fynn smiled, Piper couldn’t help but hesitate and think “here we go again”. The smile was defiantly chamring, but the red-head had seen just at “charming” could turn into in heartbeat If he was another one of those “just pop a few more buttons on your shirt” kind of guy, she may have to punch him. It was just too damned hot for that kind of shenagins. Thankfully, when she met his eyes, they were nothing like those other guys. These eyes were genuinely friendly, if not a bit nervous. Seeing that bit of nerves in him actually helped to calm her own, it was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been dreading this meeting. “Pleasure to meet you.” She said with her own gentle smile, unpeterbed by his sweaty palm, knowing she wans’t much better. At least he had a real grip to his hand shake, some of these men she’d met shook hands like a limp fish, and nothing irriated her more. Srunching up her nose as he mentioned the weather, “Yeah, I never knew hell would be so humid.” Shaking her head, a smile still playing on her lips. Piper had to make a mental effort not to look him up and down, she may not have pulled of the sweaty look all that well, but he sure as hell

That's when he caught her staring -- eyes flashing in annoyance as he stared right back, adjusting his folded arms on his chest, and raising a superior eyebrow in such a way that SJ couldn't tell if he was making a conscious effort to look intimidating...or what. Just before her inner fan girl started to gush, something in his expression sobered her. It made her feel cold and hot with dread -- she could already feel the invisible pinpricks on her cheeks and back. Most of all, it gave her second thoughts.

Was it a normal, ordinary day. Also, it’s my first day at high school and new friends Awais met. Around Awais walked, saw a teacher, asked how his day was. Never responded. Maybe Awais should make sure he could see me, but at least he knew his name, it was Randy. By me, many teachers walked, but they also never responded. It also seemed like Randy had a gas tank with him.

Monica: Hello, it is nice to meet you. My name is Monica, and this is my husband Edgardo. Julie can you introduce yourself?

She continued on and was just past the doorway when she stiffened and stopped in her tracks, feeling that feather light touch return. This time it was as if someone had placed a hand against the small of her back, ushering her into the next room but when she wheeled around there was no one there, only Malcolm and the police officer and a sea of empty space in between. The director of the Egyptian wing was looking after her, with an intent, though inscrutable expression on his face. His eyes slid away, but as his gaze wandered to her waist the invisible hand slipped to caress her hip. She reached with her arm crossing over her body and brushed the sensation away. His dark eyes met hers and she knew two things then.

In “Araby”, an unnamed boy starts narrating about living with his uncle and aunt in a house where a priest supposedly died before they moved in. The writer nevertheless seems to spend most of the time inside his mind when he looks back on the days he and his friends played in the streets and backyards of his neighbors’ houses. He suddenly begins to have an intense crush on the older sister of his friend Mangan. Although this child’s obsession is severe, he apprehends that he will never be able to speak with his love interest and declare his feelings.