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?

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

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.

She was comfy cozy, laying on the couch with a pillow and everything. As soon as I got a piece of paper out my desk to write Levi a letter, I heard Trudy say, “Oh, okay. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.” My heart skipped a beat when I heard her hang up the phone and go to the bathroom. After she had closed the door, I knocked and asked, “Are you done with the phone? I’m about to call Levi.” “Yeah, I’m done. Edwin’s mom had to use the

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,

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.

Phelps and Umonakalisi reached the bottom of the stairwell, stopping just long enough to catch their breath, but with the location of their foe unknown, Phelps opened a crack in the door just wide enough to hear the silence of the empty corridor. They were alone. Their prey still alluded them, and both men burst through the doors, setting off at a sprint along the passageway. Within thirty seconds, the signs on the walls announced the beginning of Hangar G. Phelps slowed. He searched for an entrance. Then, he stopped beside one of the huge maintenance doorways and pressed the access panel. The door remained unmoved.

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

“Hey, Pops. I need you to call the principal.” Veronica heard her dad coming in the office and flashed her sweetest, best-daughter-award-acceptance-speech smile. Resting her elbows on her desk, and her face on her hands, Veronica tried to play up her innocent-and-cute factor.

Standing behind a counter with a blank face, the cashier swiped the food items from right to left: BING… BING… BING. Her dark black hair laid across her pale skin, covering the entry to her soul. Her posture was poor; she was slumped over with a perfect curve in her back. Each time she reached to her right to grab a food item, her bangs would fall onto her nose leading her to blow them off angrily.

The next week, the students were at lunch talking about their discovery to the rest of the Round Table, the Round Table was a group of the most trusted elite youth in PoHi that would get together daily to discuss politics and proper grammar. The students were so ecstatic to finally learn the truth about Grimes, knowing that this file alone would answer a question that students had asked for years and years. Anthony started to reach into his bag to grab the file when all of a sudden a hammer slammed down on the table, the weapon was huge, it was double sided and a spike sticking out the top. The sheer sight of it traumatized people. But the truly interesting feature was an engraving on the side that read “Gatekeeper” in solid 24k gold. The

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.

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

“What now? Elena better not have called with her stupid pranks again.” She grumbled, throwing her hair from her face, shoving her face into her soft pillow. A smooth, silvery monotonous voice emanated from her nightstand, piercing her cloudy grasp on her dreams.