Short Story

We walked into the prison to see a dark entrance . we then went through a door that took us into a hallway . Mr.Kirwin then stopped to show me

Jackson opens his bedroom door and stepped back, extending his arm out allowing me to go first. I stepped into the room, my heart racing as I sat on his bed, Jackson closes the door and plops down next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me towards

LOL! This last line cracked me up, Aurora. I'm in total agreement. That ship has sailed. It looked for a time –– like, 4 or 5 years ago now –– that Hammoudi might be the next homegrown tall male principal, but I'm tired of waiting for him to step it up. I don't know if he's just not working hard enough to make it happen or what, but by now I think it's time to cut him off and give those opportunities to someone else.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Cisco was aware of was being in this completely bluish and endless storm of lighting and flashes of light, perfectly mimicking the SpeedForce’s ambience and sending chills in the young man’s spine.

Feelings of love filled his body as he emerged from a darkness behind him. I saw faces that I couldn't recognize but I felt compassion towards them as if I was, in a way, a part of them. They took me into their arms and held me, rocking back and forth as I slowly fell asleep.

“Fuck…” Taehyung whispered in shellshock, watching the man in front of him fall limply, causing a very loud thud as blood splurge out of him. Taehyung swallowed thickly, lowering the gun slowly and shakily, the back of his hand raising up to his left cheek, removing the left over blood. Taehyung just killed someone. Taehyung, the happy go lucky-the animal loving-have blonde moment man, killed someone. “Fuck…” Taehyung hissed loudly, dropping down his knees, quickly crawling over to the dead body before remembering who the man was and what he was second away from doing. Joon-ho didn’t deserve to die though, but it was either him… or Taehyung.

Once out in the one of the gardens, Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been hoping no one would stop them on their way out of the castle and thankfully, they expedition hadn’t been interrupted. Relaxing, the Reachwoman allowed the cool breeze to wash across her face as the sun blazed in the late morning sky. Her companion, however, wasn’t interested in enjoying the favorable weather.

The shakes were coming on not long after the food buzz Seth had experienced from having something nutritious in his stomach wore off. He then sat at the kitchen table while Kayla was back in the living room, legs tucked on the couch and watching cartoons again. In Seth right hand he held Officer Moldin’s card. He now debated whether he should call him.

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

I was charging across campus in a daze, only focusing on the handful of memory refreshers in my hand. People were bumping me as I pushed my way through several crowds just trying to get to class on time. I looked down at my pristine steel gray Akribos watch noticing that I had two minutes to get to my Anatomy and Physiology class for my final of first semester. My quick pace immediately turned into a sprint as I still had to journey half way across campus. The brisk fall wind blew my hair against my face as the fall leaves fell from the trees. I ran through the doors of Kela Lecture Hall and flew up the right staircase to find the door to my class slowly closing. I sprinted full speed towards the door and slammed my hand between the wall

Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

On a calm summers morning in the year 2018, Jack went to work at In-N-Out burger. He was flipping burgers and making milkshakes when his boss came over to remind him about his lunch break. Jack hopped in the car and drove near the Dolby Theater to Subway for lunch. He gave his order and waited for his sandwich. Jack looked out the window and saw the busy hustle and bustle of downtown LA. He saw the stars of celebrities and the crazy traffic, the tall buildings and the crazy culture. Moments later his sandwich was ready and he drove into the standstill traffic. Jack looked at his phone in the motionless traffic and found his lunch break had ended. Jack became stressed as his hopes of making it back to work was zero to none. Jack attempted

I've come to know these words well, as it's my favorite fight song. Ironwood has asked for me to do his dirty work. I guess his “specialists” aren't special enough. I'm about decline, of course, when Ironwood starts filling me in. Atlas was under threat of a Yeti Grim, as tall as a mountain, and everyone they sent in failed to take it down, so naturally, it was my turn. That’s my job. I’m a consulting specialist. As the only one with the title, it's sure is a pain for them if I turn down a job. I’m a wild card. A freelance that travels the world looking for the best fights and most interesting adventures. One thing I try to never get mixed up in is the world's troubles. I don't care about “making peace” or “stopping evil”. I can leave that

A few days after the drop, Marcel drove by to visit the farmhouse—this time during the day and dressed in his Rexist uniform. Inside the farmhouse, he revealed the reason for his visit.

Anya(On-Ya) sat quietly on the star deck, gazing at the endless black called space. Tugging her blanket around her shoulders, she felt a chill tingle throughout her body just as her closest friend, Chico came in. The automatic arched-doorway hissed open as he walked in, a bright blue neon light appeared around the edges of the door as it slid shut with a loud hiss behind the boy. He held his breath for a moment, not expecting Anya to be there. He quietly sat next to her while carefully holding his mug as to keep it from spilling. “Can’t sleep either?” Chico questioned as he took a sip of his beverage and leaned back into his left palm, earning her attention. “Oh, I wonder.” She replied in a grumpy and tired tone, blowing a few