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?

Last time I talked about it’s about a boy, and his name is Terry. He is 14 years old and lives in Cleveland, Ohio. He lives in an old white house at the end of a cracked bumpy road and is the only home on that block. Terry’s parents didn’t really care about what he did. His dad is a mechanical and a carpenter. I really don’t know what Terry’s mom does, but all I know is they go on business trips in the U.S. He has a routine going to work mowing lawns, goes home to eat, and goes to bed. Except one day when he woke up it was quiet and his parents got in a

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.

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.

“So…” I began, not quite making eye contact. The unasked questions hung in the air between us, the silence seeming to balloon in the empty space. “Why did you do it, Paledon?”

Thunder rolled overhead as I stepped into the living room. Unlike most homes this day, this one was without electricity. While most of the country had accepted the 20th century with open arms, my family had stuck with the 19th. Leaving me to deal with outdated candles and fireplaces. Thunder crashed again.

Kudzu got some fresh cat food and water in his usual spot, and Sophia set up to feed Paloma on the opposite side of the kitchen. The kitchen table was set for four, and Sophia was the last to sit down, opposite Andy and between Barbara and Chip, who both reached out their hands to her. She put her hands in theirs, and Chip bowed his head and delivered the shortest prayer Sophia ever heard. “For what we have received, we give thanks. For what is to come, we say, ‘Yes!’”

"FIND HER! BRING HER HOME!!" an anonymous voice shouted as the sun raised. "Yes alpha we'll find her, we'll find your daughter" a voice replied. Their voices slightly bounced off the rocks in the mountains

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.

“Thank you,” whispered the detective rushing to get out of the room. While MaryJane sat in the interrogation room, thoughts of good times came to her head. The detective barged in the room instantly to tell MaryJane of their findings.

How are we supposed to go in deeper? It’s not like we have a submarine!” “But we do!” Willow exclaimed suddenly. “Huh?” Me and Scarlett asked at the same time. “Well, at least my dad does. He works for the Marine Biology Center, and he can take us down in a submarine!” Willow told us excitedly. “Great! Let’s go!” exclaimed, already running down the driveway. Willow and Scarlett hopped on their bikes that were parked in my driveway, and I got mine out of the garage. Then we set off to the Marine Biology Center.

“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.

“ Sorry for barging in, I know its unorthodox, but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation.” said the