Short Story

I picked up my phone and called Shane. "Hello." He answered right away. "Where's my dog, Shane?" The phone was quiet for a while. "Look I'm sorry Imara. When I got to your house he wasn't there. I looked everywhere and I even have signs up along town. I'm really sorry." I sat in my bed and looked around my empty room. I hung up the phone on Shane without even saying goodbye. So I'm completely alone

So I walked over there and said I hope you feel bad that you did that to Rufus. She said “It's not my fault it ended like this. Next time tell him not to try to rape me and he would have died like this. I didn't save him my whole life just to kill him or else I would have done over a few years ago. So I'm sorry it ended like this just forgive me.” I took a breath and wiped a tear that was rolling down my face and walked away.

Mara and Viviana heard a loud voice echoing through the hallways of the hospital. They didn’t want to hear it due to the horrific events that have been happening in the hospital. Instead of listening to that terrifying voice, they talked to each other to distract themselves from it. They promised that they wouldn’t leave each other in times of danger. An hour had passed and the twins needed to find a way to get out of the hospital. “Mara,” Viviana

“…and so, your cooperation is utmostly needed and required right now, Mr. Ralston,” Dorne said.

"Do you even care!?" Riley cried, pushing her palms to her eyes to stop the crying. She dropped to her knees, avoiding eye-contact with her best friend, Adrien. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he wasn't. He wished he could be there at the right place, right time. Scream she didn't mean to say escaped her mouth. She regretted every word that she said. It didn't matter if she hurt her imaginary best friend.

It was the second day of camp, and the first activity on the list was lava lamps. It was just the old colored water, oil solution with an alka-seltzer creating magnificent bubbles. Of course, we knew how it worked, but the little ones thought it was magic.

Levi checked his phone, still no message from Hannah. He pursed his lips, it probably slipped her mind to text him back. Typical Hannah.

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private.

A warm breath tickled the hairs on the alpha's neck. He frowned and straightened his back slowly opening his eyes. A pair of dusty blue eyes stared right back at him. The alpha frowned and turned over holding back a yawn.

She complained about how she already made friends with the neighbors and that Camille already made so many friends at school, even if she has not. Mom showed a frown and her face was turning red as a tomato.

I watched the bastard that just bought me walk out of the room. I heard the click of the lock from the other side of the door and felt as though I was definitely screwed. Turning around in the chair to face forward again, I am met with 13 pairs of eyes staring at me. I tried to smile a little and raised my hand to wave.

“And among the best. You’re just pissed you can’t control me.” She stuck up her middle finger at Uther as the employees of Uther and Pendragon and Associates stood by and gasped. This was turning into quite the brouhaha, but it was too late to stop it.

“So you’re the infamous Cipher who managed to hack into Shield’s database,” the man with the eye patch and long black coat said - Avery immediately recognized who was standing on the doorstep.

There was a small whimper. Harry paused and looked towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. It was Louis he could see the boy's fluffy brown hair through the crack in the door.

Angelos stood on the same chair that Eric stood on, and announced, “People, we need to focus. We will attack, soon. We need more action than conversation. Focus people, focus… Please, text your friends and family on the pier and tell them. We will get our supplies together and attack them. Each store should protect itself at this moment.”