Short Story

The president of the United States emerged from the north White House Lawn to the waiting press and cameras. With a brief smile and wave, he looked down at the scripted message written by his staff and personally edited to fit the mood of the nation about the incident at the resort and national security of the nation. It was going to be a monumental day. He looked up once more with a dire countenance this time...

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

The President of the United States sat in his office that Saturday morning reviewing intelligence reports that were somewhat disturbing. It had been a long road pulling what there was left of the country back into the union. There had been a lot of death and destruction on both coasts so far, as well as parts of Middle America.

“I do not do this for political purposes,” he continued. “I do it because, Mr Speaker, there is a belief in this country that no one is above the law. And that includes the president of the United States of America. Mr Speaker, our democracy is at risk.”

He grabbed Casey on the shoulder, pointed at the white house and stated, “I’m gonna be there someday. If only I had the money.” He looked at Casey, “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You know what I think. Think it he was at fault. For defying federal law”

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

You wake up and find yourself passed out on your friend's floor. For a few seconds, you find yourself confused, but then you remember the wild party the night before. Well, some of the party, anyway. Your memory goes fuzzy after these hot chicks starting passing around a few special drinks.

George knew it was the right thing to say, but he also knew how angry people were. He had lied about so many things since he was first elected. He’d lied about his values, his upbringing, his marriage, and even his children. He promised the people change, and never really delivered. Mary’s sudden onslaught of questions pulled George out of his

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.

1. The house was set in the middle of a field or at least what used to be a field. As I walked into the house, I could smell rot all around me. I could feel the chill of the house creeping into my bones-I could almost taste it. To my left was a broken table, with a dusty old vase next to it. In front of me were some stairs. I walked up those stairs, and with each step I could hear the stairs creak beneath me, just waiting for a chance to snap. I looked up when I got to the top, and in front of me was a room that seemed to be an old kitchen, to my left a bedroom, and to my right a small closet. I entered the kitchen. In the shelves were a few old food cans. There were a sink and a table. Nothing much to see in there. I walked into the

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.

“Ellie, it’s not that easy. I should have spoken up and aborted the mission when that guy turned on the landing lights. Right from the outset I made a ton of mistakes. I should never have placed him in the sleeper. I should have kept everyone together.”

They had collected themselves shortly after the street crossing, finally noticing the amount of cars nestled about. Tyler had held off his discomfort, deciding instead to fix his hair. But when a doorman instinctively requested for them to take off their overcoats, the brunet had combatted the urge to turn around.

It wasn't Jud and his lot this time, but wolves. The wolves were back. Though it might as well have being them—they were both a cruel and rapacious bunch.