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?

Ending the communication with Vera, knowing that she was leaving her happier than when she’d

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

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 the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

It was Saturday morning and I had just woke up. I received an email from the coach that coaches one of the best teams. I could not believe what I had just seen. On the email it wrote “Dear Victoria, I had watched you play in a few games, and I think you would be a good addition to my team. Would you want to come to practice tonight?” I thought to myself, I am not good enough, so maybe I should not go. But as the day went on, I actually thought that I should go just for the experience.

The group concluded that, at nearly five-past, the gnats would have to go hungry and they filed out of the booth. They slipped past Evan without much more than a cursory word-- whether the presence of two known staff members assuaged him or it was just in his nature to be completely unperturbed by a quintet of off-the-clock individuals stepping confidently past the Employees Only sign was unclear.

In the privacy of her bedroom, Kalyssa dropped the tough girl act and eased off her trench coat, grimacing when her shoulder protested. Man, she was glad Master Jian hadn't pushed to check her injuries, instead telling her to take care of it. With the adrenaline gone, every muscle in her body seemed on fire, the cut on her neck stung, her legs felt like noodles, and some bastard was bashing away at a drum kit inside her skull.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were at home, my old, but sweet home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it would always smell like her. The long and comfortable sofas were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami 's favorite. That 's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi 's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that

My cousins and I walk towards the man, giving him our baggage; beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, back, and armpits. “Oh no, I hope he doesn’t notice what I’m trying to smuggle in,” I thought as I lent him my backpack occupied by tons of vibrant, floral towels. He slowly opened my backpack, like a snail, zipper after zipper. I felt my skin starting to wrinkle, my back starting ache, and the sudden need to tinkle. Finally, he handed me my backpack; I rapidly strolled away from the guy as I just committed a felony; I brought in food from the outside. My cousins all believed that I over exaggerated the situation which enraged me because none of them obliged when I asked if they wanted to “transport the package,” which was ironic

Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is

Riley went home with a cast on her leg and all up her thigh. She slept all day, then had to go the doctor’s. The doctor told her that she had to wait a full year until she could play soccer again. Riley thinks she might not be able to play on USA’s best team ever again. She will have to do physical therapy every day. The worst part about all of this is that the goal she scored, didn’t even matter because her team lost the game anyway.

As usual she was lying on her bed watching time tick by, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. She did not like changes in her routine; she needed things to be just as they were. The ball of wool on the table had to be exactly 5cm away from the lamp, the bed linen needed to be colour co-ordinated and symmetrical and the books on the shelf had to be arranged in alphabetical order. A sudden screeching howl from outside threw off her concentration. “Oh my, what mongrel could that be at this hour of the day?” she screams out. She begrudgingly shuffles towards the window to determine what wretched being had disturbed her. As the sun rises from the horizon she shivers and pulls her coat closer to her body as the warmth of the sun

Five days. Would it be an unexpected blessing? Or maybe, a curse? Desol knew only time would tell.