Short Story

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

The sun casted beams of light down into the school hallway, the high school itself devoid of any light that wasn’t coming from the outside. The eery feeling in the air couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. The students ignored the feeling, most rushing out of the doors to get home as soon as possible. The bell had rung only moments before, the hallways were now swarmed with teenagers pushing and shoving past each other. It only took a few minutes until most students bolted out of the school, leaving only a handful left. Those students who were staying after were either asking for guidance on an assignment, or pointlessly screwing around in the dimly lit common room. None of those few kids could have predicted the outcome of staying after,

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

Billy Weaver was walking down the street after getting off the train when something in a window front caught his eye. If was as if he was a rat that smelled cheese and trying to sniff it out. The sign read, “Breakfest n’ Bed” It felt as if he’d been staring at the sign for hours. He walked up to the door and knocked on the door. Not after two seconds of knocking on the door it opened. There stood a woman, old, small, and looked like a normal grandmother.

I was charging across campus in a daze, only focusing on the handful of memory refreshers in my hand. People were bumping me as I pushed my way through several crowds just trying to get to class on time. I looked down at my pristine steel gray Akribos watch noticing that I had two minutes to get to my Anatomy and Physiology class for my final of first semester. My quick pace immediately turned into a sprint as I still had to journey half way across campus. The brisk fall wind blew my hair against my face as the fall leaves fell from the trees. I ran through the doors of Kela Lecture Hall and flew up the right staircase to find the door to my class slowly closing. I sprinted full speed towards the door and slammed my hand between the wall

“Mom?” Avalon asked. Seeing her mom and another man kiss was heartbreaking, she’d always believed that her mom would stick by her father’s side no matter what.

Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

Although if anything ever were to happen, she would be a calm voice of reason, because she wisely understood that panicking wouldn’t help anyone, especially herself.

“Shuttle leaving the surface in one hour,” the intercom said. It seemed as if the whole world was boarding the shuttles, in fact, that was probably true. The port crowded with thousands of people boarding a few spaceships. Most came in pairs of two, almost like Noah’s Ark. Some folks came with a bit more of a package, taking their kids, their moms, and almost everyone they knew. Children bounced, friends were getting acquainted as they were excited about the adventure that awaited. Yet there were the few who hung their heads alone. Their lives filled with loss that what the world had taken from them. Below their gas masks were faces wrinkled with sorrow.

“Hello?” [ONE] rolled their eyes as they said the word. Come on, they were better than this. They didn’t need to talk to themselves.

I didnt pay attention to what she had said since I was too happy to listen to anything or anyone.

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.

In his arms, Frederica couldn't help blushing slightly. She closed her eyes, appreciating his warmth. They didn't stay closed for long, however, since she started to feel his weight shift onto her as he began to lean forward.