Short Story

My mouth is almost too dry to speak. I nod like an idiot and then croak out "Uh why were you waiting

“Mr. Tartt? Mr. Tartt?” A security guard asked stepping into the storage closet looking for me. I finished typing the email that was being sent to Kasten VanMeter, a detective that I thought could reveal the suspicious activities happening here at Mount Massive Asylum. I stood straight up, closed my laptop, and walked to the entrance of the room where I was met by the security guard. “Where have you been? They called for you 5 minutes ago.” He asked in an irritated manner. I ignored his question and walked down a long cold hallway to where I was requested. As I entered, the doors slid apart making a whooshing sound. Several men in Hazmat suits glanced at me and then went back to work. I walked in hastily and sat down at my desk.

of the pack, and makes judgment on their actions pending on his mood. His Droogs

“When I went on patrol, there was a criminal that set fire onto the house of a rival family.” Dick almost forgot Bruce went on patrol without him; he couldn't go because his ankle was twisted.

Merlin walked into the abandoned bedchamber. Once again, Melancholy dampened his spirits. He sighed and looked around the area. Sunbeams streaked through the open windows. The bed linens lay in a carefully folded pile on the bed. The chamber pot lay emptied and surprisingly clean by the bed's side. Despite the slight chill in the air, its freshness tickled his nose.

I walked up to the football registration table at the end of school orientation. Most people had left already so the place was pretty deserted. The small table was all the way in the back of the gym. The gym lights were off, but the table was illuminated by a single light above it. The black and dark green Eagles banner hung from the front of the table, creases in it from when it had been folded up for the off-season. The football coach and History teacher, Mr. McMann, looked up when he saw me walking toward the table. He smiled sweetly at me like I was a little girl that was lost. “What can I help you with, sweetheart?”

As I strained my muscles in order to push up the kingdom, power and envy coursed through my veins. Alas, the kingdom emerged out of the sea that had controlled me my whole life like a puppet on strings.

Sweeping aside his coat’s lapel he holstered his weapon and inhaled through the burn in his gut. When the roar inside him subsided to a dull pounding, he dropped into a two-seater. “I’ll not apologize.” Fuck! He sounded like wannabe Freddie.

“All of them fought to get that room. It was a privacy issue I guess; well Oliver won,” Mr. Ackroyd told him. “He’s the quietest one, often has times that he prefers being alone. He’s very social otherwise. They all have loads of friends.” He decided that Neil could go up there another time. Oliver would take him.

It was the Fourth of July, and Dominic Santanelli was watching the ballgame. He had taken his shirt off twenty minutes prior when he came through the door of his third-floor walkup. The awful apartment had no cross breeze, and even if it did, the sweltering midday heat made the room hotter than the pizza oven at his favorite Italian restaurant. His button-down dress shirt from Sears, sweat stains on the collar, lay on the Formica kitchen table. His sleeveless white undershirt was half tucked into his slacks and his gray loafers were kicked off partway between the easy chair he was in and the television.

"I'm glad you agreed to meet with me," Mac started, nervously. In a long list of ways this could possibly turn out, a lot of them were very, very bad.

The next few weeks became sort of routine for Jared. He’d bake bread, make breakfast, garden and clean later in the day. Every evening he’d lite a fire in the sitting room and sat on the floor leaning against Jensen’s legs as the alpha quietly drank away his demons. The upstairs of the manor was as unkempt as the downstairs of the house. Soon Jared had cleaned every room except for two. The master bedroom and the bedroom next to it. Jared found himself unwilling to open either door. His inner omega begging him to leave the rooms alone. He was at war with his inner omega. He wanted to clean the rooms and move on, but his omega was afraid of pissing off the alpha.

“I’m sorry about your loss,” Andrew said. “Let me know when you have her service. I want to pay my respects. Take care, and again, I am sorry, she has been a customer for years. We will miss her. I’ll cancel the refills.” Watching as Joshua left the pharmacy. Andrew recalled the many times Linda Gunderman yelled at him for no reason. Rubbing the back of his neck, Andrew sighed, knowing he had done society a big favor by taking care of Mrs. Gunderman.

He goes around a few times he gets into turn 3 and 4 then all of a sudden

I’m turning 13 soon. That means that I will have to serve on the military and ‘fight’ for our city, Pedagoge. A long time ago it used to be called Washington D.C, Until General Clinton took over. I don’t want to be on the military. It seem too scary, and I’ve heard bad things about it. My sister went there when she was 13, I haven’t seen her in 7 years. Her name was Rachel, I miss her. She was like my best friend. You know, other than Sebastian. He is my ride or die. I actually have to meet him at Lunes ( The coffee shop only open on mondays) in about 5 minutes. I better leave now.