Short Story

“ I’m Ron. There’s not much time to chat, though. People will be here any moment. Follow me.”, the man said. Ron went to the motionless body he had beriden of life and pulled a key out of the pockets of the body’s pants. He walked to the metal door, unlocked it, and pushed it forward. “ Come on.”, Ron instructed. Ron led them through many passageways just as dull as the room Ty and Deen previously were in, until Ron abruptly stopped. “ This way.”, he whispered. Ron bent down,

“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?

Wes 1's mom threatened that if he kept slacking off, she would send him to military school.

“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.

Her stated preference for white gold acted in Richard the thought that there was so much he didn't about Lexi, maybe she had preferred it back then, but he couldn't recall. All the little details and events that occurred in the intervening years. The love for her that he'd back then was still there, and she was still the same person that he'd missed and dreamed of spending his life with, but as he'd grown to a man from a boy, she'd transformed from a girl into a woman, and that brooked changes in any person.

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.

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.

Jake Simpkins arrived on time to my Groveland office but the odor he brought in with him was noticeable. I think to myself that it is a bit early for whiskey, but apparently not for Jake. I offer him a cup of coffee. “Thanks, I take it black.” He looks a bit disheveled, his polo shirt has a damp spot near the front pocket, and his hair looks messy. While I smell alcohol, I do not observe slurred speech or clumsy movements, so I surmise that Jake isn’t drunk necessarily, but perhaps spilled on himself when he took that morning swig, hence the damp spot on his polo shirt. I take mental notes, to address this during out session. I do take note, that there is a sense of responsibility with Jake, as he brought with him the completed

“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.

The first thing that I notice is the ridiculously bright sun. It’s blinding rays make me clench my eyes shut tight, and burrow into the pillow. The next thing is the awful pounding in the middle of my head, and the cotton feeling of my mouth. I sit up and promptly fall back down. The movement makes my head worse.

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

The mechanics of my job are horribly misunderstood. I am not a creator, nor am I a donator. I am just a reseller, somebody who gives away their trash for a price.

Finally, after a long time spent on a train Levi arrived in Bath. The black-haired boy stepped off the train with his bag and walked outside of the station to find the moon and stars in the dark blue sky. Levi came to Bath for a photoshoot he was signed up for. The company he worked for told him to find his own lodgings and report to the manager of the photoshoot. He sat on one of the benches outside of the station in the deadly cold air. He pulled out his phone to look for some kind of lodging.

As Kieran shakes off the rain on his umbrella and enters the small restaurant, his manager rushes over to him and says, “Kieran, I need to talk to you.”

The days grew hot and sultry. Midday sun blazed on the marble and clouds gathered in coppery racks at sunset. A fortnight passed slowly by, and then added on days to it.