Short Story

After his lunch break, Tom didn’t have long to wait before the paramedics burst in through the swinging double-doors of the ambulance bay wheeling in a young man on a gurney. Edward, a veteran EMT, recited the vital signs to Tom and Dr. Greene as they helped push the gurney into the trauma room,

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

The emergency room at Mercy Hospital is a cluster of confusion, an avoided place, and most definitely not where I want to be tonight. The chair upon which I sit is hard, without any back support, and the rough fabric scratches my skin as I constantly fidget in my seat. Harsh white light from the streetlamp outside the entrance finds itself directly in my eyes. It is no use to squint, or shut my eyes completely; even the darkness behind my eyelids can't hide me from where I am. The harder I squint, the more I can hear the sounds of the chaos around me. The moans from the sick soon-to-be patients waiting to be seen by tired physicians. The mother scolding her child as he continuously pokes at the accidental wound he received at home. When I open my eyes, these people seem to crowd me. While I am seated in the corner, away from the others, these people sit in stark contrast of the pastel walls that seem to say, "It's alright. What could go wrong in a room covered in light pink roses?" From the corner, I can see the blood on the forehead of the small boy directly across from me. A new mother holds a baby with a continuous cough. A man sits as stiff as a board while he holds his arm at an angle across his chest. My knee is throbbing with a dull pain that won't subside. I can see the swelling from under my jeans. I touch the top of my knee and wince in pain. Who am I to complain? The distant sirens closing in on the hospital take me backward.

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.

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

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

I was charging across campus in a daze, only focusing on the handful of memory refreshers in my hand. People were bumping me as I pushed my way through several crowds just trying to get to class on time. I looked down at my pristine steel gray Akribos watch noticing that I had two minutes to get to my Anatomy and Physiology class for my final of first semester. My quick pace immediately turned into a sprint as I still had to journey half way across campus. The brisk fall wind blew my hair against my face as the fall leaves fell from the trees. I ran through the doors of Kela Lecture Hall and flew up the right staircase to find the door to my class slowly closing. I sprinted full speed towards the door and slammed my hand between the wall

There was a small whimper. Harry paused and looked towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. It was Louis he could see the boy's fluffy brown hair through the crack in the door.

“We don’t have enough evidence yet to hold Gary, but there are still many unanswered questions. I want to check some other details before we release him. We’ll see you later. When you get your answers, would you mind sending me a copy?” Detective Ward Asked.

I've come to know these words well, as it's my favorite fight song. Ironwood has asked for me to do his dirty work. I guess his “specialists” aren't special enough. I'm about decline, of course, when Ironwood starts filling me in. Atlas was under threat of a Yeti Grim, as tall as a mountain, and everyone they sent in failed to take it down, so naturally, it was my turn. That’s my job. I’m a consulting specialist. As the only one with the title, it's sure is a pain for them if I turn down a job. I’m a wild card. A freelance that travels the world looking for the best fights and most interesting adventures. One thing I try to never get mixed up in is the world's troubles. I don't care about “making peace” or “stopping evil”. I can leave that

“Hello?” [ONE] rolled their eyes as they said the word. Come on, they were better than this. They didn’t need to talk to themselves.

Angelos stood on the same chair that Eric stood on, and announced, “People, we need to focus. We will attack, soon. We need more action than conversation. Focus people, focus… Please, text your friends and family on the pier and tell them. We will get our supplies together and attack them. Each store should protect itself at this moment.”

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

One day before Brian's scheduled arrival, I left New York. I knew the first thing Brian would do the instant his plane landed in New York was come straight to my apartment. Not ready to face him, I did what any women in my position would have done. I packed the essentials and went home. I used the excuse of my father's estate to avoid an argument.

He looked up and said, "Ryan tried to calm Blaine down after a fight, but it didn’t work. Ryan handed me Asher and he’s in my arms asleep now, I don’t know. What to do now?" I walked up to him and took Asher put him in his crib and turned to a now sobbing little boy and gave him a hug and rubbed his back tell he stopped crying. I asked, "You okay now?" He shook his head yes and pulled back when Ryan came walking in.