Short Story

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

“Ring, ring, ring! Hello? She did?! Thank you lord!.. Wait what?... Oh okay okay...We're on our way!” Says my dad in a shaky loud voice. I could hear my dad from the other side of the room because the walls are thin as paper. I hear the bed squeak as my parents get up from their bed. Their footsteps sound like elephants. I hear my door knob being graved and the door opens. My mom comes running into my room and then I knew something was up.

“When we opened the doors in the kitchen, we were shocked to find a door leading to the basement. Lying right in the middle of the floor, there were submachine guns, handguns and several rifles along with many knives. We also found a machine used for making false ID’s and driver’s license hidden in the basement that’s why Mathew Morgan’s driver’s license looks so real. Since Mr. Hudson lived alone, no one ever checked on him. As a result, when they murdered him, no one missed him. Pretty smart of Matthew Morgan to find someone like Mr. Hudson and replace him,” Steve said, shaking his head.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

Nobody expects to receive a call at 2:30 am. If you do it’s either about something death related or the police. My phone buzzed on my nightstand lighting up the room with flashes of light. I reached over and grabbed my phone, my eyes sticky with sleep. Before I could even yawn, a deep voice came on, tingling my eardrums. “You need to get out of your house. There is a car waiting for you outside, don’t ask questions just do it.”

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

Odin shakes his head. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COMMAND CENTER Asher realizes he has to take on Moss.

Thunder rolled overhead as I stepped into the living room. Unlike most homes this day, this one was without electricity. While most of the country had accepted the 20th century with open arms, my family had stuck with the 19th. Leaving me to deal with outdated candles and fireplaces. Thunder crashed again.

Slade Thorley peers through the grungy window of the apartment he shares with his friends. Several beggars sit outside, looking more dejected by the minute. None of them seem to notice the scruffy blonde Missourian. “When’ll this end?” he wonders aloud, as much to himself as to the other two.

From the region of Tekoa not so far from Jerusalem, to Trevecca, in the heart of Nashville, humble boy Amos changed his humble life from working with sheep and planting sycamore trees, to serving fancy drinks at the 1901 Coffee Shop. Logan Rodgers could not hold himself from having such gifted human being at his coffee shop, for Amos could see visions about Tennessee! From living humbly feeding pigs, Amos was now silent discoing, shaving his beard only twice a year.