Short Story

She surveyed her kingdom. A kingdom of concrete and grey, but as far as she was concerned it might as well have been made of gold. The shine of the windows towering up above were her diamonds, and the taxis driving by were her limousines. Her black raw denim jeans, fitted t-shirt, and sneakers were her ball gown and crystal shoes. She has a quality about her that anybody who crossed her path could see. Her blue eyes reflect the silver city and her smile could make you feel warm on even the coldest of New York winter mornings.

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

My eyelids cautiously creep open and darkness consumes me, I cannot see anything but I know I am somewhere I do not know. The cold air engulfs me into an embrace almost greeting me as old friends. I feel the stubby hairs on my arms prickle upwards as if to warn me. I writhe, trying to get out of the uncomfortable position I have been seemingly forced into but the rope cuts off all movement. Its sharp ridges claw at my skin, creating a burning heat, I stop moving. That is when the screaming starts. The shrill cry of a woman comes from behind me, a muffled scream to my left and a crying baby to my right. It doesn’t stop, it only gets louder and louder. All kinds of moaning and groaning comes from every direction.

He watches as she shivers like a leaf and keeps her smirk under shuddering lips.

Tensions were rising higher and higher, slowly reaching their destination. Looking at the large white building with many glass windows and a large flight of steps. Isaac lowered his window, sticking his head out to observe the area around him. He noticed the research center seemed much more peaceful than he’d imagined, but with the Sangrine Syndicate around he knew the peace would be short lived. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple cars parked. Sabra knew what had happened inside, not saying a word to anyone. She parked her car near the entrance of the parking lot. Team S.P.D found a place to park also, exiting the car to group up with Sabra and the others. Looking at each other, they moved towards the building

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

Chad was born to be a wrestler. He was barely out of pull-up and showed promise. When someone mentioned wrestling, he would grin from ear to ear.

We went to find out what was going on I walked in the house behind Dad and Rick only to hear "Put some back or the next one goes in you." It was the boy with one eye... Carl. One of dads, men chuckled "Kid what do you think happens next? You die."I kept my mouth shut, but I know I will not let them hurt him. Rick tried to reason with him "Carl, Carl, put it down." Carl said "No. He's taking all of our medicine.They said only half our stuff."Dad said "Of course.Oh-ho. Really, kid?" Carl looked and said to dad "And you should go. Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Dad looked right at him and said "Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey

The room was silent as Todd sent the message, the man just staring at the screen and re-reading his words, deciding if he'd attempt to trace Yardy or leave that to Hannah, all sorts of thoughts running through his head, and even after twenty seconds impatient for a reply. As if the cat could sense he needed encouragement, when Todd finally cleared his immediate thoughts of Hannah, Biggles stretched and padded across the floor, to nuzzle against his arm.

Philip, Kent, Mason, Captain Chez, his five fishermen, the three retired policemen, and many other volunteers went to the bar. Where they met another five fishermen, army personnel, the owner of the bar, bar’s cook, and two scientists from the pier’s museum. The five fishermen who came from sporting goods brought with them boxes of fishing nets, strong ropes, fishing harpoon and metal baseball bats.

Jared woke up slowly. His back hurt, it was stiff, and he didn’t want to move. He eyes opened; they fell on his alpha who was folded uncomfortably in the chair next to the bed. As he looked at Jensen, disappointment rushed through him. His mind drifted to his mother and Matt. He wished he had stayed back in Spicewood. Jared’s focus went back to Jensen again he noticed the alpha was staring intently at him.

The morning in the dark place of Oregon was white with a thin layer of frost on the landscape. I was walking alone to my family’s store down in downtown. We sell maple syrup and we make it ourselves. I have a brother named Will and we live across from our childhood friend Myra. I don’t like living here it gives me chills. The weather here is always brittle and dark. In the town Arkendale we all know each other, if we don’t they visitors don’t come back. This place is very eerie, we don’t interact with each other if there is someone new who moves in they don’t feel welcomed. That's just the way of treating others in Arkendale. Ben, Myra and I go to the same school with other kids and all of us have the same teachers. Our

It was a hot sunny day in the town of Yetmish. A man named John, who was 200 pounds, black hair, and big boned, was doing his normal thing. He sold knives. He had been selling knives for over 25 years. Selling knives ran in the family. First it started with his great grandpa, then it went to his grandpa After them it went to his dad and now it's on to him. When he was just getting into the business his father told John that he needed to pass down the generation of knives. John’s family made the best knives in the town of Yetmish; it’s what he was known for.

Though light rays shone into the small building, an ominous feeling crept through the atmosphere into the office. Sitting at a desk sat a man no more than five feet. His stern blue eyes locked on to the saluting soldier's green ones. "Lieutenant Raven, have you found Arkady Volkov?"

The room which had been prepared for me at “La Simonière”, was located in a corner of the hall, on the left of the entrance of the house. It was a comfortable accommodation, with a window giving on the garden. I was, however, too preoccupied to be able to enjoy this excellent arrangement. I went straight to bed, and lay down without removing my clothes. I wanted to be ready to jump in case the potential threat that represented the “blue letter” would suddenly materialize into a darker predicament.