Short Story

‘’Lightning,’’ Theta squeaked. He fumbled around frantically for his dad. ‘’Dad where are you. Dad. Dad.’’ Dustin stepped over and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, which caused him to jump. He frowned in the darkness.

“Time to wake up” Her grandmother yelled from the kitchen as she was making breakfast, “you’re going to be late for school.”

It is now 10:00, which Henry is 30 minutes late to his office. When he gets there, his friend asks him, “How come you’re so late.”

“So that's it named. I'm gonna go now, the boys are playing, can't miss it" Kissing her cheek and his child's softly, Philip hastily exited the room. Leaving Donna staring at the spot he had just been.

I nodded and made shooing gestures. I had to pry Billy off my leg. "Go with your mother. I want to get some candles in case the lights go off."

Danny and Hammy laughed and dashed off, pelting snow balls at each other as they

You wake up and find yourself passed out on your friend's floor. For a few seconds, you find yourself confused, but then you remember the wild party the night before. Well, some of the party, anyway. Your memory goes fuzzy after these hot chicks starting passing around a few special drinks.

They made their way up to Samantha's apartment where she immediately got in the shower to get the blood off of her, and Patrick called Julia to tell her to come and pick him and Edward up. Patrick walked into Samantha's bedroom laid down on her bed and started watching television. Edward takes a seat on Samantha's couch, and he just sits there waiting for Julia to come and get him and Patrick. Seven minutes after Samantha had gotten into the shower her phone began to ring so Edward picked it up. “Hello,” Edward said. “Oh I'm sorry I must have put in the wrong number I was supposed to be calling my daughter Samantha,” the woman on the phone said. “You didn't call the wrong number mam this is the home of Samantha Collins,” Edward said. “If you

“I’m late,” I yelled stumbling down the stairs. My dad was chuckling as he said.

Knowing you have a mate gives you a strange type of high. You know you'll never be able to hold him, or love him or even admire him from afar without getting slander from the whole pack and yet, you still somehow find yourself hoping that maybe this is the moment when you finally break out of the prison of an isolated life.

“Good thing I haven’t started. Don’t worry, we can go ask mom what’s going on, surely, she will know.” The boys scurried around the room looking for their phones. After finding them, they used the flashlights on their phone to go down the stairs.

An ominous creak could be heard from the hallway and I froze. Unfamiliar footsteps echoed in the hallway, slow and steady, until they came to a halt at my door.

He knew school started at 8:30am as she told that a few times. He decided if she wasn't up by 7:30am, he would let her know what time it was. When the morning came and the sun shined in Eddie's face, he squinted his eyes and moaned slightly. He glanced at Loren, who was peacefully sleeping. Her head was just below his neck on his chest. Slowly, but surely, he was able to safely get off the couch. Loren readjusted herself and got comfortable before falling asleep again. He grabs his phone, which is on the piano, and sees if he has any missed calls. He had his phone on silent so he and Loren had no distractions. He noticed a missed call from his dad. He saw also a text from his father, asking if he was okay as he hadn't spoken to his son since the early evening of the previous day)

There's something magical about loosing yourself in a painting. You can control what canvas you use, the colors, and it can be anything you want. Mr. Howards, Clary's art teacher, sat at her desk as she waited for her students to finish their work. Clary Fray was only a fourth grader in the advance art program. It was her dream, ever since she was old enough to pick of a pen, that she's one day go to the art academy, that there would be a day that her paintings hung in a art gallery. Her mother, Jocelyn, had always been one of her biggest fans aside for Luke and Simon. Luke was one of Jocelyns old friends. He'd come to stay in New York when Clary was very small and had ever since been a father figure to her; her real father had died before

Ella: If she sets foot here I 'm off and I 'll take the bloody kids.