Short Story

Lukas could feel the tears streaming down in face, his stoic composure long gone. There had been a fight- another fight, and a slammed door. Now he was left in his shared apartment, trying to wrap his head around what had happened.

For days he stayed there, curled up by the wall. The sun would rise, somewhere, illumine the mouth of his pitiful den, grace the cold rock in front of him with a soft blue sheen, and set again, immersing his life in empty darkness. One day, two, three, he stopped counting, buried his mind in the chambers of his soul where a soft dim warmth still glowed. Waves of grief passed through, turned him over in riptides of hungriest despair, roaring death pounded nightly at his door, and then, hearing no answer, tore away again, letting warm comfort envelop him and soothe his damaged

Where the colorless tiles ended, a dark carpeting started. He looked further right, to the wall beyond the flooring, seeing the silhouettes of several stacks of boxes and metal racks used to hold clothing. From there, he looked ahead the thirty-foot space to the far wall, the view showing him empty floor space from where he stood, its emptiness ending at the building’s right wall.

Patton bit his lip and leapt forward, wrapping his arms around the boy unable to contain it anymore. He felt Virgil’s form startle as he struggled to get loose from Patton’s grip. Patton in turn tightened his grip around the boy.

She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.

He could hear her crying, barely keeping it together at the other end of the

Blood from his scalp drips down his forehead As he takes another deep breath, trying to keep his tired eyes open because he knew As soon As he close them it would be his last; he will never be able to open them again. Lying in his trench wounded, he could hear the crawling of another solider coming his way. “Help.” He softly yelled due fact that he lacked energy to actually holler because of the encounter of his pain from his wounded was drowning ever last drop of power and hope that he would survive. The solider approaching him was a fellow marine, PFC Richardson, a pal of his he met while in training. As soon as Richardson saw him lying in the trench he sprint towards him and try to apply all force of pressure on his right arm to stopping

That night a gun shot rang out across the camp. Jake grabbed a knife and ran out of his bunk. Lying on the ground in the center of camp was Sam. He had shot himself in the head beneath a tree. Carved into the trunk of the tree was a sentence and it read, “I am forever sorry brother, I shall join you so I can never let you down again – Your comrade, Sam”. When Jake

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

She heard the footsteps getting closer to her, and she started to shake from the fear. Lenna closed her eyes as the tears flowed down her cheeks.

His chest tightened painfully as he leaned against the wall outside the kitchen, his arm falling limply to his side. The thin paper clenched in his hand as tears dripped onto the floor.

The soldier looked him in the eyes. He said something the prisoner didn’t understand. The prisoner tried to speak, but couldn’t. He had forgotten how to. The soldier pushed him again with the butt of his gun. The force was tremendous, it pushed the prisoner to the wall. He was about be hit again, but the prisoner disarmed the man.

Gazing to the sky, every second that passed felt like minutes to the soldier. The peaceful thoughts flowing through his mind like a calm stream was dangerously interrupted by the humming of sirens. He looked over his shoulder as 4 police patrol cars glided past him. Just a hundred metres ahead of him the wheels ripped up the road as the brakes squealed. Once the cars came to a halt, six policemen rushed out and crush tackled the tall African American. They hit the ground with a force that shook the ground like grenade on tarmac. The policemen demanded the man cooperate as the soldier looked on, frozen in shock at the events unfolding in front of him. One of the policemen crowing that the man was under arrest as he is a suspect to a robbery that occurred 5 minutes ago in the next town. The marine rushed to the man’s aid pleading “This man has been walking ahead of me for the past 10 minutes and we were on the same bus from the airport! I can be a witness for him!”. The policemen didn’t let up with all six of them holding the man down it was all interrupted by the shuddering sound of the snap of bone. The police had broken the mans arm…still they did not stop. The soldier could not stand by as this was happening. He grabbed a policeman by the shoulder and the marine was quickly met with a fist to his face. Knocked back by the unexpected attack. He shook himself

Jane let the tears fall, let her body hunch as she sobbed into the clean white cloth. The tension in

Millie Barker is a remarkably reserved (can you think of a better word) twenty year old. At present, she is unencumbered by the usual plights of youth and this suits her just fine. Now, aside from this Millie does not seem to be particularly remarkable. She is of average height, with average features, she received average grades, and garnered average likability from those that she interacted with. Her clothing usually consists of jeans and a comfortable top in an unremarkable color variety of grey, white, and putrid (does that make it remarkable?) green. However, what she seems to lack with external adornments, she makes up for with internal ones. What coalesces inside this seemingly unremarkably average individual is akin to a beautifully