Short Story

Exhausted, Mr. Bruneel came out of the school he volunteered at. Somehow, he didn’t feel his students were improving academically. Half of his class was out this semester harvesting rice to make money for their families. He remembered when he taught at Whitman, the biggest problems were little things like technology issues, now he truly understood what a problem was. He finally got to the home he resided at.

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

"So you could be anyone?"She asked, rolling onto her side. "You could be a prince."

“I'm heading back to New Orleans from visiting my sister in Greenville,” I say lightening the mood a little. “She just had a baby with her husband so I went to go see my new niece.”

Have you ever heard the sharp pinging sound of the find my iphone alert? Well, imagine hearing that sharp pinging sound while you’re driving around at one in the morning. Oh, wait. I forgot to mention the most important part, my parents didn’t know I was out driving around with a bunch of friends at one in the morning. Keep in mind, the only people who can ping my phone from find my iphone are, my mom, dad, and brother. Immediately as the sound filled my ears, my heart stopped and my stomach dropped. Was this just a nasty prank that my brother decided to play on me? Although my mind was trying to convince myself it was, deep down in the pitch black pit of my stomach, I knew it wasn’t. I couldn’t even think of

Mentions of near death--or better yet a hasty correction of actual demise--caused the newest displeased crinkle to mar his brow, yet there was little time to dwell on the tugging of well banished memories as his unwanted companion continued to speak. Being presented with a name, despite him proclaiming that he had had no interest in learning one, was against his desires, but would ultimately serve him well. Or at least it would be better than constantly thinking up crude descriptors to rely on. While Cyrus held absolutely no intention of remaining in this strange atmosphere he’d awoken in, there was an uncomfortable sense of foreboding that there would be no removal from his current circumstances for quite some time. No proof existed at

It had been more than a week since Kim II Young saw his prison buddies. He was tired and hungry. Finally, he broke ground and saw the trees and the crisp night. The yells in the distance indicated that a search was on and the soldiers were looking for him. Instinct took over and he raced into a shivering cave. The distant yells,

I“Dremneltahn.” His voice is stern and solid. His soldiers waver in their stance as they look behind them to Selison but they don’t lower their weapons. “Relqo,” he seethes as he clenches his jaw. His soldiers immediately drop their weapons and kneel before him. The human soldiers lower their weapons slightly as everyone leans forward towards Selison. The reporters begin speaking frantically as some of the other people with cameras and phones give their own amateur commentary. He spends a few moments surveying the situation before looking down to his people. “Val?” He asks looking over his people. They all raise their heads to look up at him. Frightened, their faces ask questions but none of them are willing to speak. “Geb wekel hasind

One Saturday in 2014 Dayton went to a racetrack in Marshalltown, Iowa. He got there paid the entry fee and drew his number to start the heat. He drew number 4 so he would start 2nd row outside. Then he got up to the track and went to take a look at it to see how he was gonna take his lanes. He got back to the truck unloaded the stuff. Prepped the tires to get a good grip on the track.

They announced it in every corner of the globe, even in our small city in Nebraska, the war was over! I remember our friend and next door neighbor running over to tell us the good news. My mama and I were so excited that we could hardly stand it. Our neighbor stayed late into the night, “ Do you think that he will come home?” my mother whispered. Of course she was referring to my papa. He left to fight in the war almost a year ago. We were having a hard time trying to make do. My mama got a job in the factory, said we should be grateful for it, but I found that it almost made life harder for us. She would come in late, and I would have to have supper on the table and finish all of the chores and things because she would be just way too

The morning sun was shining brightly through the expensive clean and crisp windows that were newly installed just a day ago. Unpacked boxes of furniture and clothes stayed in perfectly straight rows of 2 stacked with the heavy boxes to the lightest. The wooden floor boards were shiny and brightly polished. An unlit pellet stove was in the corner of the room without a speck of dust or soot on it. A young girl at the age of 23 was standing in front of a rather large mirror perfectly centered hanging on the door leading into the room. The girl placed a badge hanging on a chain over her head onto her neck, she did a final fervent look at her blue dyed hair and athletic build dressed in a casual pair of skinny jeans with a shirt and FBI

The streets of Ikebukuro at night were almost always busy, especially near the end of summer. If that man found her on her way back, she could just make a commotion. He didn’t have to balls to stay during a scene. Her heels clicked on the pavement.

Victoria was a creature of habit. She preferred to develop a routine as soon as possible; unpredictable schedules were her nightmare. Most of the time, every aspect of her life was planned. She picked out her outfit for the day the night before, she spent her Sundays making meals, and the time she spent with her friends was strictly organized, but still fun. Every day before work, Victoria would stop at a small coffee shop, which didn’t have the best coffee but it was the perfect distance between her apartment and part time job as a writer. Her parents were well off and gave her plenty of money when she first moved out so she didn’t have a lot of financial worries. It didn’t take long for Victoria to earn the title of ‘regular customer’ at

It was Christmas Eve day in London, England 2015 and Baltimore was in a staring with his cat Shawlings. “Blast!!!” he called out. “You’ve beaten me once again in another staring contest, Shawlings. I don’t know how you do it”. Shawlings starred as Baltimore hopped off of his bed to get his phone and text his all-time and only best friend Sebastian. Baltimore: Hey, Bastian, you wanna come over now?... He noticed that Sebastian hadn’t texted back as fast as usual. He looks over to Shawlings. “He isn’t texting back like he usually does, Shawlings… Oh well I guess I’ll just call him in about five minutes” he said; jumped onto the bed to continue his staring contest with Shawlings.

As Harry stepped into the home of Andromeda Tonks, he was blown away. With it’s high ceilings and lavish decorations, it was almost regal in appearance. He was reminded to an extent of the Malfoy Manor, at least what little of it he had seen. Hermione and Ron trailed behind him, along with Mrs. Weasley. The rest of the Weasleys had either not been able to make it, or simply didn’t want to go. Ron had decided to go only out of reluctance, as well as several days of begging from Harry. Hermione came with Ron, and Mrs. Weasley joined them, though Harry wasn’t sure why. The only reason Harry had agreed to come to Thanksgiving at Andromeda’s was because Teddy, his godson, had requested it, and Harry couldn’t say no to him. Harry heard heeled