Seirin: A Short Story

slowly at Zayatz’s presence. “You all done?” His voice was strained. “I think so.” “You better be.” “I’m sorry.” “Just- drink this.” He reached over for the water and passed it back to Zayatz. “Forgot to give it to you earlier. I really don’t want another dead body on my hands.” Osborne pressed his forehead against the steering wheel with a sigh, closing his eyes. “I should have known this was going to happen,” he muttered.

"What would you do without me?" Snake blanches, even though Otacon is far too inebriated to notice much more than a few inches in front of him.

didn’t start that way. Living in that house which had been The lord knew I just wanted to be loved right I mean how couldn’t he. Praying for all the fights and becoming

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

He goes by many a name. In fact he has forgotten most of them. Though they say there's no time like the present. You may address him as Shinn. Shinn rather enjoys the life of a cartoon character. From a Prince of Monkey-like aliens to an mighty Hero with a rather QUIRKY lifestyle. Shifting and molding his voice like some sort of ruggishly handsome cup of puddy. Why does he do this? A wise question for such a beautiful person such as yourself. Shinn does this because it comes easy to him. A source of joy and a core of absolute energy.Shinn has been fixated and attached to entertainment boxes such as Televisions for as long as he can remember. From dancing and singing foods to a exchange student in a school for animals. Shinn has even taken his

All the students were outside for recess after lunch on Thursday afternoon on a sunny day.

Whom it may concern A boy named Saurin, apologies if name spelt incorrectly. I've been informed by tan that Saurin has not only punched tan in the nose but have been kicked today. This raised concerns about my child's safety in the day care. This wasn't the first time that tan has been picked on by Saurin opposed to last week being kicked and being slapped over the head.

Akhenaten was now dead, making his son, Tut, a boy king. Tut was sad about his father’s assassination but he must guide his people. He married to ankhesenamun, Nefertiti's daughter. Then one day around the age of 19, he saw a army coming right towards his land. He worried of how many people they had against his own, he charged anyway. He could not tell who the attackers were but he knew for sure, he must win for his people.

"What is this!?" He snapped turning the sketch pad around to let Amaimon see the very picture he had been working on. See the water spring up around Samael's body. It was all wrong. It wasn't anything like the real Samael, the real water, the real dance and sway and command. The deep connection, the absolutely stunning, yet simplistic, quiet passion of that moment where the time King cut the water with his hands folded in prayer. Just as father's words cut his heart like a knife, sending the earth kind into a wild, flurry of pleading prayers.

To gaze into the light of who she was sent all the shadows chasing away. Tacts couldn’t hear the words that was coming from her lips. Yet it was no matter because this was the union he was hoping for. Her lips moved in time to their dancing and still the comprehension of her words slipped past his mind. What was she saying? Drum? Thrum? He leaned closer while struggling to stay in motion, in time, or was it in control.

Aranloth did not answer straightaway. It seemed as though he still debated something within his own mind, and this troubled Brand more than anything, for the lòhren was usually swift to assess a situation and to make a decision.

Guin, the small Alabama town I grew up in, was so safe that we walked everywhere–school, church, a friend’s house, the grocery. My family and lifelong friends who are like family live here. Everyone either knows everyone or they know someone who does. My Brother and I would walk to school, which was on the other side of town. In the afternoon, several friends would walk together as we returned to our homes. We did what we called “short cuts” that probably took more time than the regular route. Groups of children in the neighborhood would play games until dark. There was softball, hide and seek, kick ball, or basketball.

Nammi ran across the open bay feeling as if it were nothing more than an open shooting range. Shots rained down around them as the world erupted into chaos and flames. Her boots ground against the metal below them, the debry scattered around making it difficult to keep stable footing. Namid slid to cover as the damsel in distress (Jorgen) she saved only a few moments before caught up to her.

Laughter erupted from the soul who had touched her back. It was Faith. Her best friend couldn't control her high-pitched, infectious giggling that Rozalin caught like a disease. Even through her laugther, Rozalin managed to punch Faith in the arm with all her might. Suddenly, the pixie's giggling came to a holt.

He was 3 cm, he looked innocent, but it has a dark side. It will jump up and whack you till you die. The Seine river was filled with fishes until Kurtis Aramazd started fishing. Jamsheed was a innocent fish just living in the river.