Short Story

I raced through the data banks, running through rows and rows of binary code, jumping off some C++ code, racing to make it to the Wi-Fi receptor on time.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

And my vision was fading to black, and I knew it wasn’t good, but there was nothing I could do. Everything was white, like the hospital. Smooth and calm and blurred, as if I was underwater.

Whatever obscure scene he had found himself in, it had passed. He closed his eyes and let out a small sob of relief, but refused to lower his guard all the same. The darkness had still yet to lift from his vision; because his eyes remained painfully scrunched shut. Whether it was a refusal on his part or simply his that his body coping with the trauma, he simply could not bring himself to see a thing.

It was 5:00, and as I glanced outside at the gray mist, I couldn’t shake the thought that I was going to miss another day of fourth grade. “Why me,” I wondered as I strained my muscles to watch the door. I had a weird disease, the neurologists were saying recently. Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy. You can break it down to this. Imagine a horrible disease that rids you of all your physical capabilities. Now multiply that by ten. Put yourself on steroids. Get into a wheelchair. That’s what was left of me. Yup, withering away like a dying fire. Just then my beautiful, totally not pitying myself thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the wooden door with a window in it, as a man in a white coat walked into the room, and after talking with my dad a few minutes, he loaded me into a soft, white bed on wheels, so I closed my eyes as the cart rumbled down the hallway to the elevator. I didn’t really care what happened to me, I was used to pain, as long as there weren't any residents operating on me. It was a mistake that I picked the banana anesthesia, a mistake I would apply to my knowledge it future surgeries. I gaped

My heart sank, we had been doing so well. She hasn’t had a vision in weeks. All I could do was watch as purple smoke curled like a snake around her body. She rose off the ground and opened her eyes. Instead of the usual green and blue that I was expecting, her eyes had changed to pure white. Then just like that, it was over.

Marinette slammed her cup plastic cup back onto the table, waiting for Alix (who seemed to gladly accept the position of bartender) to pour her another drink, the pinked-haired girl obliged seeming in awe at how fast Marinette had downed that first cup. Quite frankly, Marinette was surprised herself, she’d never been much of a drinker save for those night’s when she and Alya switched out ice cream for some wine Alya managed to sneak out of her house. Either way, she braved through the bitter taste of vodka, enjoying the warm feeling building in her stomach, at least now she could blame her flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

“So what you’re telling me is I have...every power?” Phoenix asked again, still sitting there in shock as the ice continued to melt around him.

Waking came soon after sleeping had befallen Phil. He sat bolt upright, finding himself in a bed he knew not to be his own. He had no clue where he was. His hands fumbled about for his glasses, hopeless without them. Amongst the blur, he could pinpoint some familiarities but there was nothing concrete. He noticed a few of his knickknacks scattered about the room. The rest of the room, however, was a mystery.

Selison grunts and groans as he begins to stir. He tries to fall back asleep but keeps waking up. Eventually something grabs hold of him and yanks him out of bed. He lets out a shout as he falls out of the covers and slams onto the floor, waking Jade, who instantly groans when the hangover hits. Selison hops up to his feet, activates his eyes, extends his talons and is ready to fight. Before he can get his bearings, however, Xasalamel tosses Selison Deomacht, which he catches.

It was 6:00 p.m. and I had been studying for a few hours to prepare for a test the next day in accounting, and it was time for a break. After walking around idly, getting a drink, and clearing my mind, I headed for the stairs. My study area was in the basement where it was private and quiet. However, my wife distracted me and I lost my balance as I turned; my foot slipped off the top step. Time felt as though it had instantly slowed, and I was airborne. Instinctively, my right arm went up to protect my head and face as I fell backward, and my other arm reached out to stop the rapid descent; but, there was nothing but air to hold.

Her skin was slightly translucent and the glow of life she once had was gone. a tear rolled down my cheek as a stepped down from the lectern. Kip looked at me with contempt, like I didn 't care about my own daughter. I made her have that abortion because I did care about her. he was too young to understand those things; he was just grieving. Francis seemed to be genuinely sad about his sister, but they never did have that same relationship as her and Kip did. Francis was away at school most of the time so it was understandable. I saw through the glass window that there was a young man running up to the doorway, he was wearing army greens. I did not want Jack Husting, the cause of my daughter’s death, to be attending her funeral. His childish blonde hair was waving around frantically as he poked his head through each window trying to see inside. he yelled out to me.

When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”

He first glimpsed the sun as it rose above the bell of a French horn.

Eventually, when the last soft footfalls had faded away, he tentatively lifted his head and pried open his searing eyes. Despite the cool,