Short Story

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

He clasps his hands behind his back, head held high. “Let me speak to him.”

The warm flow of water ran in rivulets down his body, the steam and soothing words reliving the pain that I had witnessed today: Seeing Paledon dead as a rock. The pain still yanked at my heart, making me feel like I was dying. It was the fear caving in me. I sat beside Paledon in my en suite’s spacious shower, gently sponging the dried blood from Paledon’s skin; I had wanted to try and clean myself up since I stunk to high heavens, but after everything Paledon had gone through (I still don’t know what exactly happened) I wouldn’t hear of it. The thoughts swirling in my head as I got back to the Tower were sinister and worrying.

I was in the house looking at the sheriff suits that Deanna gave Rick and I and Rick walked in through the door and I said "I don't know if this is some kind of play, handing authority to strangers.The authority to break up fistfights.If it was just that, she should have given one of these to Daryl."Rick said "I don't know if it's for us or for them. Or maybe Deanna's trying to get rid of us and them.You put these jackets on me and you, have the people see it.If that's the play, that'd be smart. And she seems smart.Smart for then or smart for now?" This is now.- Rick was cut off by the sound of some bushes rustling and said "Come out! Now!" Aaron stepped out and asked You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?Can you

(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.

“Yes, it is. Who’s asking?” Reno’s supervisor had taken the day off due to sickness when they went to speak to him and they were not told when he would return. Coates was glad to have him on the phone to clear up some poking questions. She hung up and leaned back in her seat. “Well, the supervisor doesn’t know much. He said Reno works from 9 am to 5 pm, they are a small vending company and he works in the shipping department. According to him, Reno works hard, doesn’t miss many days and he’s never been written up. He said he gets along with everyone.”

The first thing she did when she entered the room was take a shower. She had never thought she would miss the presence of a tub and hot water. Steam filled the small room and Clary relished the smell of the bar of soap on the sill below her and the shampoo provided that spread an aroma of pomegranate and cherry. She sighed and leaned her forehead against the wall so that the showerhead was spraying droplets of water on her back.

It was the second day of camp, and the first activity on the list was lava lamps. It was just the old colored water, oil solution with an alka-seltzer creating magnificent bubbles. Of course, we knew how it worked, but the little ones thought it was magic.

Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had.

Jared woke up slowly. His back hurt, it was stiff, and he didn’t want to move. He eyes opened; they fell on his alpha who was folded uncomfortably in the chair next to the bed. As he looked at Jensen, disappointment rushed through him. His mind drifted to his mother and Matt. He wished he had stayed back in Spicewood. Jared’s focus went back to Jensen again he noticed the alpha was staring intently at him.

Angelos stood on the same chair that Eric stood on, and announced, “People, we need to focus. We will attack, soon. We need more action than conversation. Focus people, focus… Please, text your friends and family on the pier and tell them. We will get our supplies together and attack them. Each store should protect itself at this moment.”

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.

If I was going to be invisible for one day. I would go out in a person's house and start to make things in the there house., I would go and do him because it would look like it was moving by itself. When I do this, they are going to start wondering if they put that there. When I start doing that, i would do it for a bit and start to freak them out a little. When they start to get freaked out, i would start and put dolls in a box and put it on their porch and knock on the door and wait till they take it inside.

It was the party of the year, only the hottest, richest, and most popular teen socialites could attend. It was in celebration of surviving their first full week of senior year. There they were, scattered across the enormous penthouse, martinis in hand and holding meaningless conversations with people they probably didn’t like talking about how much daddy’s money bought them this weekend.It was the same spiel over and over again, money this money that, it was almost like because they had so much money it's all they could talk about. There was however something else a little less shallow among their conversations. There had been rumours circulating around Pembroke Preparatory School all week that Cordelia Scott, the once wild child “it” girl