Short Story

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.

Marta was ten houses away from home and the closer she got, the more she shivered, dreading that one step that will swallow her inside, pass her iron security door and inside her enclosed porch. She looked at the houses that hugged each side of the street. All of them had enclosed porches with wrought iron doors that secure their homes as well. The only difference was the color of the houses. Some were pastel pinks, buttery yellows, and mint greens. She noticed that no mattered how colorful they were, they all looked just as opaque in the dark, as the other houses that weren’t painted; those houses with grey concrete blocks and symmetrical line patterns of cement like hers.

I might get a few people and names wrong on who was in that video, so please be steady with me. I’m also putting Erik as Eric Veik so you don’t get confused, I know that’s not how his name is spelled correctly.

“Tristan, why don’t you and Annis come to my father’s party?” Arthur asked with one hand resting on his apartment door on the way out. “Come on, there’ll be free food and all.”

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

As usual she was lying on her bed watching time tick by, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. She did not like changes in her routine; she needed things to be just as they were. The ball of wool on the table had to be exactly 5cm away from the lamp, the bed linen needed to be colour co-ordinated and symmetrical and the books on the shelf had to be arranged in alphabetical order. A sudden screeching howl from outside threw off her concentration. “Oh my, what mongrel could that be at this hour of the day?” she screams out. She begrudgingly shuffles towards the window to determine what wretched being had disturbed her. As the sun rises from the horizon she shivers and pulls her coat closer to her body as the warmth of the sun

wide round face with a huge smile and short black hair cut straight as if she had a bowl on her head. Like most Flatheads she was reserved. The top accountant, Gertrude, a local girl exemplified all the typical Flathead features, and appeared quite unattractive wearing glasses as thick as the windshield of a car with a complexion reminiscent of the wicked witch of the east. All in all though the bean counters were a pleasure to work with. They pretty much stayed in the back and criticized all the bookkeeping mistakes the desk clerks made during the day. One could say they were the brains of the operation, as they carried out their duties and kept track of all the beans. As Japes became more and more popular with the staff the Flatheads

Although Todd did need to leave in a couple of hours for an important meeting in a couple of hours, it wasn't immediately, nor was it once he'd be required to do a lot of preparation for. Five minutes to feed biggles and twenty more to shower, shave and get on this way, he could have spent the remainder of the time talking to Hannah - what else was he going to do, not sleep- but he realised as he sent the message that once again, his decision to end the conversation on his terms and with his timing was a matter of control.

Between David’s work with the band and Gerald’s schedule at the University, David didn’t see his father every day, but their relationship was more harmonious than it had been for some time. Having found the career fulfillment he’d been seeking, Gerald was less contentious. He told David that his new assistant department head, Élodie Voisard, was making his professional life much easier, calling her a joy to be around.

The loud crash echoed through the house. Nick frowned and paused the video on his laptop to go investigate. He crept towards the kitchen cautiously. He knew it wasn’t one of the boy's. Only him and Harry were home, the others had gone out shopping for some groceries and other odds and ends.

“No!” Taehyung exclaimed out loudly. Taehyung is not ignorant, he knew if he allowed that to be empty, he would be used and abused. But truthfully, Taehyung has never really thought of it and he was afraid he’ll miss something and regret it. But anything was better the blank spot, especially with dirty tricky people like this. “I would say no to gun play, blood play, actually any play including the body that isn’t fucking normal. I am against dicks.”

It had been an ordinary week for the two boys Calvin and Albert they had completed their rigorous baseball training practice, gone to their triweekly piano lessons, and had gotten through 4 books. Nothing that was new to them since they had grown up like this, they had been designed to be able to handle this intensity, for if not they would’ve been sent back to the manufacturer.

One day before Brian's scheduled arrival, I left New York. I knew the first thing Brian would do the instant his plane landed in New York was come straight to my apartment. Not ready to face him, I did what any women in my position would have done. I packed the essentials and went home. I used the excuse of my father's estate to avoid an argument.

I watched as the um, um...I do not remember her name, I have a horrible memory. I remember the other servant called out her name but I do not seem to remember. The girl took Will's arm and followed him to his horse.

“That’s my dad,” I hear her voice, but I don’t see her say the words, her eyes are glued to the stone, smoke rising from her mouth. “When I finished my medical studies, he was left alone.” She takes a moment; drawing a deep pull of smoke, and I follow her example.“A friend of mine recommended I apply for internship in germany, and I was accepted. So he went to pursue his dream, he was an alpinist in his heart.” She takes another pull of smoke, the brief moment is enough for her eyes to wander back to the stone.