Short Story

Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out

Dmitri shrugs his shoulders and says, “Ehh, American prisons aren’t so bad. You get three meals a day here. Seems like what you should do is take those meals, give them to the homeless, and make the prisoners starve. It’s what they deserve for being stupid enough to get caught.”

“Of course they aren’t helping,” Adia groaned, slamming the door to Heron’s Hideaway shut. It was our last midnight patrol for the week of camp, and it was supposed to be easy. But how was cleaning an entire building with just the two of us easy?

you'd gone to the office already. Which means you got in late. That's unacceptable.

It's back again. Yoongi wanted to believe he was getting better, but it's become worse than ever.

Jaune knew that women could be confusing but this was a whole new level of unpredictable. He was a trained hand to hand combatant and he was the sheriff of a small town in the Vacuan desert he was feared by many lesser gangs in that area. But even now he had no way of defending himself from his mother looking at him and having her eyes water and begin to cry. Instantly he crossed the room and wrapped her up in a hug while say that it was alright and that he was fine. After a brief moment of silence she looked up at him and he felt his heart fall. She wasn’t mad like he had expected her to be. She wasn’t even afraid. She simply look at him for a long moment and said “ you are becoming more and more like your father with each passing day.”

Prison had sucked, and Carver wasn’t sure he’d seen the last of it. Ending up there due to amateurs made him all the more wary. As he stood in the old hangar, he shot a doubtful glance to the older, rounder gentleman at his side. “Tell me again why I’m doing this, Ray,” he muttered.

The men laugh, exchanging glances and the one-hand guy whips out a gun. “Maybe, though I highly doubt you

For the first time, in the three years I’d been diving, I struggled with my buoyancy; I don’t know how fast I sank, but it was more than one foot per second. I felt a pressure was intense I thought my head would pop. I needed to equalize; I pushed the power inflator button on my BC to give it a shot of air from the tank. I gave it just enough to counteract the sinking, then released the dump valve to let the air out slowly, and descend at the correct rate. I went up and down using this method until I reached the bottom. I spotted the equipment at the canyon ridge and swam toward it.

“Don’t worry! I’ll have them for you in half an hour!” Rose yelled back. Her job had been killing her lately with all of the new laws that were being passed. So many people needed lawyers because of the immigrants flooding in like flocks of birds, but there just weren’t enough to cover everyone who needed one. She scrambled to find and print all of the vital papers. Her recent case, a factory with carbon emissions exceeding the limit, was having trouble providing her with the necessary information she needed to get their case a court date.

“Instead of leather, you think you can hook me up with some jeggings. I mean, how am I supposed to move in these pants,” I complained. It was my go-to on this one. I needed something flexible. If Loki was around that meant only one thing: someone played with fire and got burnt.

There's footsteps, coming down the stairs, and then I can see an outline of... someone. They look enormous from where I'm lying, descending with thuds, as if carrying numerous things and trying to balance.

Miyuki would cough before shaking off the dirt looking over at her sister who looked stunning in her coronation outfit which reminds her that she had to go and get ready for that before mother threatened to disown her,it was true her sister would become queen tonight and she would be living in the castle with her still because she begged her parents to let her stay by her sisters side it was then she looked over at and her as she began to speak.

Before John has the chance to act as a gentleman, I drag my chair out and slide into it, refusing to remove my jacket. Furthermore, I fold my arms and rest them on the table while maintaining the scowl on my face as I glare out the window at nothing in particular.

Pain presses my eyes shut, I have know idea how much time has past. I don't have to look to know that there are hundreds of thin cuts covering my legs, chest and arms. The thick stinging sensation gives the reality away. I pry my eyes open with all my strength and try to recall the events that happen to lead up to this moment. I look