Short Story

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

An awkward silence falls between them. One of the lights turns back on and scans the walls.

LOL! This last line cracked me up, Aurora. I'm in total agreement. That ship has sailed. It looked for a time –– like, 4 or 5 years ago now –– that Hammoudi might be the next homegrown tall male principal, but I'm tired of waiting for him to step it up. I don't know if he's just not working hard enough to make it happen or what, but by now I think it's time to cut him off and give those opportunities to someone else.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Cisco was aware of was being in this completely bluish and endless storm of lighting and flashes of light, perfectly mimicking the SpeedForce’s ambience and sending chills in the young man’s spine.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

“What?” She said, remembering the “push the button” order before. She turned around and saw the call box next to the doors that she had just walked through.

The mental struggle to move was overpowered by physical restrictions, but the fight of determination was forceful, his words broke free of the strain and he finally managed to answer the voice that repeatedly called his name. But the voice was not the only call for his attention, someone was touching his foot.

Once out in the one of the gardens, Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been hoping no one would stop them on their way out of the castle and thankfully, they expedition hadn’t been interrupted. Relaxing, the Reachwoman allowed the cool breeze to wash across her face as the sun blazed in the late morning sky. Her companion, however, wasn’t interested in enjoying the favorable weather.

The shakes were coming on not long after the food buzz Seth had experienced from having something nutritious in his stomach wore off. He then sat at the kitchen table while Kayla was back in the living room, legs tucked on the couch and watching cartoons again. In Seth right hand he held Officer Moldin’s card. He now debated whether he should call him.

Perhaps the oddest part of moving in with her uncle was the archaic list of rules that outlined how all house guests should act. It was handed to her shortly after decorating her room and presented with minimal conversation before he hustled back to his study. The office itself wasn't off limits like the mysterious room connected to the wine cellar, but the girl couldn't even construct a narrative that would remotely grant her access under plausible means. With the self-care rules and the strange forbidden place, the entire mansion felt anything but homey. Alone in any room she felt an odd presence; the same sensation one had while being followed down a dark alley. It was an oppressive sensation that she could practically feel each morning

“Freshness is Greatness!” What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we’re doing a toothpaste commercial. It’s hard to believe we’re actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and ask me and you don’t build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m the fool who can’t see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There’s a kid over there, maybe I could ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He’s wearing a hoodie and those baggy jeans kids like to wear these days, he’s probably black too. As I approached him he turned around and I could see that he was. “Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?”

“S-s-sir you um…” I was so distracted that I almost forgot why I was there in the first place. “Sir you need to put your mask back on.”

“Just go to room 341 Billy, and get a good night’s rest,” said Melda. “Can I have the key ma’am?” Billy got the key and walked over to the elevator, clicked the button and before he could move any muscle in his body Melda shouted “Billy, don’t go into any other rooms. Stay in your own room darling.” “Okay Miss. Thank you,” said Billy. The doors finally open to the elevator and Billy just slowly walkedin and started to wonder if this was a good idea. With a scratch in his voice Billy says “I’m starting to regret this.” “Why can't I go anywhere else? Am I going to die?” All these thoughts were running through Billy’s mind right now while his heart is racing faster and faster as he gets closer to the 3rd floor. Billy gets startled by a

The loud crash echoed through the house. Nick frowned and paused the video on his laptop to go investigate. He crept towards the kitchen cautiously. He knew it wasn’t one of the boy's. Only him and Harry were home, the others had gone out shopping for some groceries and other odds and ends.

A gruff voice alarmingly close to my ear said, “Hey, shut up. You’re not going to die yet. You’ll see where we’re going soon,” before my mind could wander any further.