Short Story

"Sometimes it seems to me that you were not born on the planet Earth, but somewhere else. Maybe on Venus, and maybe on the moon, this is more likely. You're very naive and innocent. Well, it was good you met me and not some uncontrollable, lustful Italian!" Milano spoke angrily, realizing that he was not going to share that girl with anyone. She should belong only to him.

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

"Forgive me, my lady. I did not mean to startle you," he said bowing and extending a hand.

「Hahaha, you too」She covered her mouth with her right hand that was white and slim and gave her a light laugh as to convey a feeling of embarrassment.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

She burst out laughing which was my goal. “Hey Pot, my name is Kettle. I believe you called me a nasty ass earlier.”

Swiftly after the second click, the girl who sat next to me, Mary, leaned close, push back mousy brown hair to expose her, typically sickeningly pale, now blood-red face, and put her mouth close to my ear so only I

“That's quite rude indeed, You see, I am surprised anyone would want to marry a selfish, disrespectful, imprudent brat like you!” the duchess retorted.

I gawked at the crowd of kids, why did they have to make so much noise, or move so much? I hated how new I was to this, but I kept on.

“Get your hand off me,” Tatsumaki ordered, “I feel as if you touch me, my skin would bubble away.”

One of the two girls came up to me and said with a huge, welcoming smile on her face, “Hi, I’m Mihika. I think I saw you in my class, what’s your name?”

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.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.