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?

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

Suddenly a light exploded all-around Cowboy. The bastards, they nailed him. He took it in the throat, ripping his wide jugular open. It was over in seconds.

Movement. His eyes fluttered back to the grim, soot-faced man that was standing in front of him. The tip of the rifle began to move upwards.

Knowing you have a mate gives you a strange type of high. You know you'll never be able to hold him, or love him or even admire him from afar without getting slander from the whole pack and yet, you still somehow find yourself hoping that maybe this is the moment when you finally break out of the prison of an isolated life.

Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off.

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,

It’s weird to separate himself from his job. He doesn’t really like it. Which is probably why he’s stayed single for so long. Well, he has Rebecca, but that’s beside the point.

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

Phelps and Umonakalisi reached the bottom of the stairwell, stopping just long enough to catch their breath, but with the location of their foe unknown, Phelps opened a crack in the door just wide enough to hear the silence of the empty corridor. They were alone. Their prey still alluded them, and both men burst through the doors, setting off at a sprint along the passageway. Within thirty seconds, the signs on the walls announced the beginning of Hangar G. Phelps slowed. He searched for an entrance. Then, he stopped beside one of the huge maintenance doorways and pressed the access panel. The door remained unmoved.

“Forgive me, Mr. La-Rose,” said Eggward. “I may not look like it, but I was once a scientist and a doctor for my people and I still have the remnants of insensitive manners. Shame on me.”

Roman slumps into the bedframe, retching out a sigh that carries through the room. I remain still by the door, ever so slightly tense with anticipation. My eyes flick to the walls and the tables. There are cigarettes haphazardly scattered across the coffee table by the window. Godammit.

A fellow member has discovered a new world, your mission is to do recon in..." He paused, confusing Xion and Roxas. "...Hollow Bastion." Saïx gave them the mission report and left abruptly.

So, there I was, staring death right in the face. It had a strange smell of rotting corpses and was big, terrifying, horrid, and only a few inches from my face. Now you all must be wondering, what is that thing that was so close to me and why was it there? Well, I honestly don’t know and I’m never going back there ever again. You may also be wondering how I got to this point in time. I’m going to tell you right now.

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private.