Short Story

Amber was finally able to get Miranda out of the house Friday night. They went to the club to dance and be sociable. Many of the guys found Amber to their liking over Miranda. After a few drinks a group of guys joined Amber and Miranda. They all

Chad was born to be a wrestler. He was barely out of pull-up and showed promise. When someone mentioned wrestling, he would grin from ear to ear.

It tempts her everyday-it has for as long as she can remember. It glistens in the sunlight, ripe with morning dew. The silky threads beckon. She inches toward the web, crossing thresholds she hasn’t dared to before. Surely just getting a little closer won’t do any harm. Suddenly, she finds herself at the foot of the intricate network of fibers. She begins to climb, relishing in the soft strands that caress her, oblivious to how tangled she’s getting.

“My Lord all divisions are in position,” relays Master Engineer Anzu bowing, and then thumping his right fist against his left chest. He was a trusted engineer and member of the Royal Caste. He endured decades of servitude remembering the Archlord since a Highborn Prince.

Staying in the middle of New York currently is bothersome. There is a raging heat outside and my air conditioning unit has broken down. No one comes into my shop, except for my regulars, anymore. No one believes in old styled medicine, anymore. No one, except, for the boy roaming in my shop comes in, anymore. He looks about fourteen and a little dirty, but who isn’t at his age. His footsteps cause my discolored floorboards to creak, I hope he doesn’t fall through one of them. His green eyes look lost, but his body knows where he is. He comes in regularly and at the same exact time, two o’clock p.m. His watch goes off, he turns it off, then he sets a new time, and begins to roam. Now, he is in the back end of my storefront, looking at the

“Just go to room 341 Billy, and get a good night’s rest,” said Melda. “Can I have the key ma’am?” Billy got the key and walked over to the elevator, clicked the button and before he could move any muscle in his body Melda shouted “Billy, don’t go into any other rooms. Stay in your own room darling.” “Okay Miss. Thank you,” said Billy. The doors finally open to the elevator and Billy just slowly walkedin and started to wonder if this was a good idea. With a scratch in his voice Billy says “I’m starting to regret this.” “Why can't I go anywhere else? Am I going to die?” All these thoughts were running through Billy’s mind right now while his heart is racing faster and faster as he gets closer to the 3rd floor. Billy gets startled by a

It was New York City in 5028 when this tragedy was established. All people were forced to go bald! This was not okay according to anybody, especially Jessica. Jessica was a 15 year old girl who was particularly shy and quiet, her hair was her protection. But when she was told by the authorities that a new law was established that everyone had to go bald, she went crazy. Literally Crazy. She kicked the officers and ran away to an abandoned house in the area where she hid until the authorities found her and shaved her hair for her. But she put up a fight, and it was a good try.

But you’re going to fall, not because you can’t start again, but because we all do. Humans aren’t much more than maladjusted bipeds in the end. The problem is what you’re going to want to do when you fall again. You’re going to think about returning to the rat hole because it’s easier believing everyone and everything are out to get you that than happiness really exists. Sometimes the darkness just gets comfortable. Not because it is, mind you, but because it’s familiar. When you get to that point, before you start feeding little pieces of yourself to the rats, write me a letter.”

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

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Was that Anna? Susan could barely hear over the mechanic zombies and other children screaming. I had only left a minute ago to use the bathroom. I told her to stay right here. “Oh God.” I mumble under my breath. “Okay stay calm, stay calm she has to be here somewhere.” Walking towards the long hallway filled with the cackleling witches, and howling ghouls made me even more uneasy. “ANNA… ANNA WHERE ARE YOU SWEETY,” she screams. Before long she reaches the end of the hallway and Anna is no where to be found. She takes a look around and notices a light flashing on the floor near the entrance to the dinning room. It was anna’s phone. Susan opened her phone to blurry pictures of a mans foot. They were dirty black and white nikes about size 10. She is finally realizing what had happened. Someone has stolen Anna. She pulls out her phone and dials 911.

Dan stayed with Karen and listened as she described what happened as they waited for help to arrive. “Bouncer woke me up about 6:00 o’clock. We came out the front door and saw a man come through the backyard jumped over the fence. I yelled, “What are you doing?”He stopped and looked straight at me. I thought he might attack me. Instead, he ran across the lawn.”

“Fine but you get to break the news to Marie. I will not hurt her heart again.

If that doesn't happen... Let's hope it's the start of good things between you and my son-in-law. - What do you have for me? - Not much.

It all starts on the side of Mt. Kilimanjaro, at the science and mining camp Alpha Site 18. Emilio, a black haired, blue eyed, roughed up miner from years of working in other mine shafts and a hard personality with a soft spot for children, was walking toward the main science bay area at request of the head scientist there, Ian Mack.

Anya(On-Ya) sat quietly on the star deck, gazing at the endless black called space. Tugging her blanket around her shoulders, she felt a chill tingle throughout her body just as her closest friend, Chico came in. The automatic arched-doorway hissed open as he walked in, a bright blue neon light appeared around the edges of the door as it slid shut with a loud hiss behind the boy. He held his breath for a moment, not expecting Anya to be there. He quietly sat next to her while carefully holding his mug as to keep it from spilling. “Can’t sleep either?” Chico questioned as he took a sip of his beverage and leaned back into his left palm, earning her attention. “Oh, I wonder.” She replied in a grumpy and tired tone, blowing a few