Short Story

A fews days later, LynZ had to leave for tour. We said our goodbyes and watched as the bus disappeared into the distance.

"how can i say mad at such a cute face like you." i say jokingly. Jared laughed and walked over

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 Council of course gives him all the support he needs. He’s forming an army to carry out what they want in hope of finding you,” she said looking at me.

Her stated preference for white gold acted in Richard the thought that there was so much he didn't about Lexi, maybe she had preferred it back then, but he couldn't recall. All the little details and events that occurred in the intervening years. The love for her that he'd back then was still there, and she was still the same person that he'd missed and dreamed of spending his life with, but as he'd grown to a man from a boy, she'd transformed from a girl into a woman, and that brooked changes in any person.

"It might not be a job, but it sure is hard work!" He teased her. "And I knew that it had no bearing on me, still I thought it was worth mentioning, that's all!"

“ If only one came back, she made a good account of herself, she's even better than I thought.”

I crazily smiled at him. "Leaving, I'm done for the day." Craig just nodded like I was acting normal, even though I wasn’t and let me walk home.

He looked at me confused “I mean is this my future…” I waved my hands around the room “nothing”

We both responded with an, “Okay, thank you.” simultaneously. The couple smiled and walked in the opposite

Vengeance flings the driver’s door OPEN. He gets out and SLAMS the car door shut. He walks with a limp towards Jillian. Holding a butcher knife that drips blood onto the ground.

It’s 3:40 PM. I’m walking down the bridge staircase. The sun is staining the sky a bright blue. It’s not quite the pale blue of cotton candy at a fair. It’s a cartoonish, suburban neighborhood blue that would be pretty if it didn’t feel so fake. As I pass the painted wall by the school, a voice calls out to me.

Returning to the Temple courtyard with the lingering burn of lust still in his veins, Phenix followed Kalyssa to what he presumed were the sleeping quarters. It was impossible not to notice the provocative swing of her hips in black pants that hugged her legs when she crossed the yard and stepped onto a verandah.

“I want a detective team finding intel about Clockwork!”I bark the orders “ I want his name, age and his criminal record!” I continue.

The room which had been prepared for me at “La Simonière”, was located in a corner of the hall, on the left of the entrance of the house. It was a comfortable accommodation, with a window giving on the garden. I was, however, too preoccupied to be able to enjoy this excellent arrangement. I went straight to bed, and lay down without removing my clothes. I wanted to be ready to jump in case the potential threat that represented the “blue letter” would suddenly materialize into a darker predicament.