Short Story

I smile and, after moment of peace, I grab a pillow and lightly throw it at his head. It bounces off his head and he glares up at me in disbelief. “Look at you going all soft on me,” I mock.

“Stop talking, you’ll hurt yourself,” Pete says. He turns around to rummage through the drawers, eventually producing a spoon. He grins, seeming especially pleased in himself. He makes Patrick sit down at the dining table and pretty much forces him to eat the soup he brought. It’s take-out chicken soup, the good kind. He hopes Pete didn’t spend a lot of money on it.

He hisses at the scratch marks lining down his face. “What did he say about me now? Am I abusing you today?” He smirks, I don’t. The truth behind that smile is a horrifying reality he will never admit to without an apology.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but yeah you were a little loud.” He admits and I shrug my shoulder.

I explain my situation to him, as he stands and listens his face going from intrigued, to confused, and landing on something in between. He laughs sheepishly, and I ask the question I was avoiding.

It's watchin' us" Ralphie whispered. "Listen, I'm not gonna-" "No, Danny. Really. Can't you feel it?" Danny stopped. And in the way of children, he did feel something and knew they were no longer alone. A great hush had fallen over the woods; but it was a malefic hush. Shadows, urged by the wind, twisted languorously around them.

“Sorry,” I apologize and try to think of a way to get him out of this.

I quietly rip his hands off me and flash him an annoyed look. “What do you think, idiot?” I whisper back through tight teeth.

"You were a cute kid," I say aloud to him, smirking at his baffled expression. He was staring down at me with confusion, probably wondering what was happening and what the hell I was doing. I honestly don't even know what I'm doing myself.

Al is shaking as he stands in front of the target. I had to throw knives at him. I was really tired and didn’t want to do this. I don’t see why this was necessary, so once Eric asked for a hand I said “is this really necessary?” I tense up, because I know Eric gets mad when you challenge him. We stared at each other for a long time in silence. All of a sudden Eric starts to speak up “I have authority here, remember?, here and everywhere else.” He didn’t say it loud. I don’t even know if anyone in this room heard him, but I know i did. I don’t know what to say, because he does have authority here. I tighten the grip on my knives. I’m holding them so tight that my knuckles are turning white. I turn around to Al. Al was shaking so much,

The warm flow of water ran in rivulets down his body, the steam and soothing words reliving the pain that I had witnessed today: Seeing Paledon dead as a rock. The pain still yanked at my heart, making me feel like I was dying. It was the fear caving in me. I sat beside Paledon in my en suite’s spacious shower, gently sponging the dried blood from Paledon’s skin; I had wanted to try and clean myself up since I stunk to high heavens, but after everything Paledon had gone through (I still don’t know what exactly happened) I wouldn’t hear of it. The thoughts swirling in my head as I got back to the Tower were sinister and worrying.

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers