Short Story

With the exception of Elaine, who is still off to the side. She watches, but does not speak. She knows that she is on a tightrope with Cordelia, and she may fall off at any given moment.

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

their tie, the glue between them. smoking, and most importantly, screaming. tyler’s boyfriend has always been especially good at screaming. every fight is a tidal wave crashing over tyler. it drowns him, every hurtful phrase filling his eyes and lungs with salt. even if nothing else is happening, they’d still end up fighting. it’s over the stupidest things. this time, it it’s tyler smoking in bed.

I sent Quincy's call to voicemail for the tenth time in a day. I desired to forgive him, but the fresh wounds from Trenton wouldn't allow it. Although I had no desire to resume a relationship with Quincy, I felt hurt for him being locked up in a cage for years.

“Let’s just go inside,” Siena sighed, “everyone knows Jesse loves to brag. I’ll just ignore

Applause and cheers swept the room when his song was done. And as calm as he looked, a smile curved his lips long enough to reflect his appreciation to his audience. But deaf to their requests to sing again, his eyes caught the gentle shimmer of a tear running down the one lady he just sang to. Was it grief? Or was it the truth he weaved into that ballad? To these gathering crowds, this was just a song, a string of words they can recite to drive the boredom away. Just another tale to echo through the banquets or for a lover to praisehis love in an eccentric way. But only he know the truth of his words, as well as the woman who refused to turn away or break into tears, and instead carried herself with the might of the maiden he just

"This is the last step to your initiation. You must jump from this tower" said the tall slender man wearing a grey trench coat similar to those in the Matrix.

She forgot about the restraints in her headlong rush forward, however, in her defense, her thoughts were on Tung, not herself. Before Kalyssa could react and backpedal away from disaster, her head snapped backward and her feet went out from under her.

“C’mon,” Felicia yelled leaving the room and heading to the Great Hall. Jared was up and out of his chair chasing Felicia.

Right now, Chris, Beth, Ben, Michael and I are at the park near the school, for the first event of the war. Michael just explained what the first event of the war is: The High Heels Race.

Mentions of near death--or better yet a hasty correction of actual demise--caused the newest displeased crinkle to mar his brow, yet there was little time to dwell on the tugging of well banished memories as his unwanted companion continued to speak. Being presented with a name, despite him proclaiming that he had had no interest in learning one, was against his desires, but would ultimately serve him well. Or at least it would be better than constantly thinking up crude descriptors to rely on. While Cyrus held absolutely no intention of remaining in this strange atmosphere he’d awoken in, there was an uncomfortable sense of foreboding that there would be no removal from his current circumstances for quite some time. No proof existed at

Though light rays shone into the small building, an ominous feeling crept through the atmosphere into the office. Sitting at a desk sat a man no more than five feet. His stern blue eyes locked on to the saluting soldier's green ones. "Lieutenant Raven, have you found Arkady Volkov?"

"Hank?" I knocked on the open door, poking my head to see the lanky brunette boy huddled over his desk. He was working away at whatever it was he was so keen on finishing.

There once was a boy named Mac, Mac didn’t have any friends outside of school because he was always to shy to ask other children with and his family was too busy to notice. He was so bored sitting around with no one else to share his life with. Nothing to do, no one to do it with. He was all alone just playing in his basement, watching the occasional television. It was miserable.

Concluding work, James, a young adult with brown hair, rose up from his office desk like he was just woke up and accordingly, walked towards the elevator door in a mechanical manner. Lugging his suitcase, James went down the crowded elevator. Completely silent and humid. Sluggishly leaving the elevator, James headed towards his car and drove home.