Short Story : Chapter Essay

"Language..." Steve couldn't help but mumbled. They were all a mess from just seeing this horrific sight. "Alright, Tony, Thor's cleaning up the fire hydrants, I need both of you to redirect the water into the fire!"

“Yes,” Loki said, having trouble finding his words. He could only see a faint glimmer of her eyes beneath that mask, and it was a daunting sight. “Good thing you decided to come.”

He frowned at me and took a step back. He looked puzzled. “I…I’ve… you just used profanity. A lady is not supposed to use profanity.”

The war had not dampened Charleston’s spirit. Nor had it altered its social events calendar. The invitation to Colonel Andrews birthday party arrived shortly after lunch two days after Thomas abandoned Allie at her grandparent‘s home. Then, not soon after, an invitation to the annual May Day Ball arrived.

"nice, now all you have to do is go sit next to her, and start talking to her. you can do this loki, no backing down, no retreat." i thought to myself. I took a big breath of the cool October air, and marched myself to where she was sitting, put on my biggest, goofiest smile, and through all my nervousness, i spat out it out.

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

The astringent scent of antiseptic stung the air of the E.R., the strong aroma barely masking the smell of sickness and death. Booker paced the floor of the waiting room, one eye on the clock, his need for a cigarette intensifying with every step. Three hours had passed since the paramedics had cut Tom free from the bathroom pipe and transported him to St. Mary’s. In that time, the young officer had remained unresponsive, his mind locked in the memories of his past, oblivious to what was going on around him. For Booker, however, escaping the horror of the situation was not an option. He’d waited for the detectives to arrive, and like a scene from a movie the director had decelerated for dramatic effect, he’d watched

Call it down. I heard Loki’s voice whisper to me, just as he’d done during the training. Call it down, and make it obey your will, sunshine.

I felt unusually good when I awoke this morning. Lying between Jodi and Lydia, I allowed myself a few extra minutes to revel in the feel of their naked bodies against mine. I reviewed everything we'd accomplished in the last week and then the things remaining on my TTD list--besides finishing my book.

Other than Kelt’s genuine concern for my safety, I’d just messed up his day, and his safe passage record. I carefully presented him with the remainder of the AirPed. “You’ll need this for your report. Log it as a criminal pursuit and I’ll countersign it when it hits my office. The way I see it, you did everything you could to prevent this. You’ve no blame here, and that’s what my report will say.”

The toe-curling shout had echoed through the lab, it ordinarily caused a few of the scientist with white painted coats to jump a little at the sound.

The morning gave way to the afternoon as the storm continued. They hadn’t done much than make-out like a couple of horny kids who discovered the pleasures of French-kissing. Theo was a master in the art and Carly his most willing apprentice. She would have been happy to kiss the day away, but Theo suggested they go dig out the car and survey the area with the brightness of day on their side.

and Charlene was a Priestess. The Library was not just scrolls it was a living powerful force.”

An unseasonable chill cut through the sylvan backdrop. Leaves shivered amidst their rustles. The animals scurried for cover normally reserved for colder times. Clouds built in the northwest and blot out the clear blue backdrop. Grass swayed and bent before the stiff breeze.

“You ever heard of knocking you fool!!” says Sir Nicholas as he leaped from off the ground dusting himself off. By this time Hilda had slid away to go tend to the kitchen duties before Sir Nicholas could finish their conversation.