Short Story

Yuya’s eyes stared down at the floor, feeling utterly defeated. His fist clenched in anger and disappointment, as he heard Monokuma declare him guilty. He was ashamed of himself for stooping so low and actually killing one of his classmates. Yuya looked back up, a soft smile clearly being shown on his face. The corner of his eyes began to tear up as he whispered out, “I’m sorry everyone...” He could feel his legs shaking, as his cries grew louder, and he was scared of what was to come next.

Tord was nearly sobbing, on his knees, looking up with his mouth open like a pathetic animal. His whole body was covered in various scratches, bruises, cuts, and teeth marks. Tears flowed gently from the corners of his eyes, desperate for any attention from the brutal man with the keys to the handcuffs that were currently on him. He had been teased and fucked and slapped over again, for what seems like hours and hours, in complete bliss.

“Uhhhehhh.” John murmured something. I can’t hear him but I can tell he’s hurting bad. I tilt my head and lean in towards him. My last piece of hope vanishes as John falls silent. Covered

Namjoon felt like he was helplessly frozen to the spot, he wanted to chase after you, tell you how stupid you were being - he just couldn't. Instead, he just slipped on his jacket as speedily as he could, picking up the apartment keys from the bedside table. Taking one last look at the bed, smothered in a disordered mess of pillows and blankets, he sighed, silently cursing to oneself before leaving the room and exiting the apartment with a slam of the

“Don’t talk Hiro!” I yelled as tears were forming. It was nearly impossible to stop all the blood. But if I don’t stop this, Hiro could die and I’ll lose my little brother. The small cloth that was covering his neck was soaked under a minute. I scanned the area to find something better. Nothing. I bit my lower lip, trying to stay calm.

"You really did yourself in this time," Jin commented, examining Jimin's wound as the man laid across the cold steel table, as if he were about to cut open for an autopsy. "How'd you get it?"

"Table hurt" Yoongi pouted. "Aww, my poor baby" Jungkook cooed as he rubbed Yoongi's hip in hopes to sooth the pain.

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

Then as I started to cry, Hassan ran over to me and hugged me, he kneeled down and whispered on my ear, “Thank you.”

In his allegorical novel ‘The Quiet American’, centered during the conflicts of the First Indo-China War, author Graham Greene aims to portray the majority of relationships as being driven by selfish desires. Greene develops this motif through the eyes of protagonist Thomas Fowler, whose initial indifferent cynicism towards the war enhances the idea that personal gain and individual desires are the powering force behind the story’s relationships. This egocentricity prevailing within the ‘friendship’ of characters Thomas Fowler and Alden Pyle, as well as Fowler’s affair with Vietnam, serves to further explore Greene’s idea that personal gain plays a bigger role than affection in any relationship. This idea is reinforced by both Fowler and Pyle’s insensitive pursuit and objectification of the

I pull my hand away as Taehyung lifts up a hand to touch his wound and groaned, “Oh man, this is going to leave a scar.”

“You were crying, and fighting in your sleep!” She cried “I-I wanted to help, but you wouldn’t wake!”

Tony, Natasha, Steve and Bruce were all sitting around a long table in a debrief room. Tony looked at his watch and... yep, they had lost more than half an hour only getting shouted at.

Nowhere near extreme enough. The fucker still breathed. Andreas scrubbed his gun hand over his head, the hum in his blood keeping him on edge, the caged animal in him fighting for release, he paced the room.

A door creaked open,showing a room with a burnished nightstand and two twin beds with freshly washed white blankets,as well as two suitcases,one packed to the rim looking as if it were to explode,and the other wide open with clothes sprawled out next to it messily,making it seem like someone was in a rush. A family of four entered,the girl exhausted jumped onto the bed,her father looked amused while her mother and brother were silently judging her for having a lack of manners.Her brother stopped eventually and gave in to his own tiredness and jumped onto the bed laughing a bit when it made his sister jump up slightly,their mother sighed at the antics,and the father gave a booming laugh.