Short Story

“Shut up, boy,” Emmett snapped. “I’m not ready to waste a bullet.” He eyed Kat with disdain. “This harlot’s not going to sully my reputation or disgrace the family name.”

Phoenix quickly rummaged through his chest, pulling out some more papers that he’d read later on and placed them carefully aside before pulling out a small ring, only big enough to fit on his pinky finger.

He nods, turning his head to the door." And don´t try to poison the tea, Miss Abigail, I´ll let your son drinking it first," he shouts. With a smile he turns his head back. "It was obvious that you have your quarrels with your husband as you stayed for two days at our current home three weeks ago and cried your eyes out and her shoulder. But that they run so deep that you would plot to murder him... tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Percival rolled his eyes and changed out of his sweaty tunic. “You’re ridiculous and I don’t believe you for a moment.”

She sighed. She’d been over the same documents multiple times and learned nothing new. She set down the document she had been reading and rubbed the spot between her eyes. She was getting nowhere with

She thanked him for the drink then continued him to listen until he had finished explain why she was there. She raised her brow though when he gestured to the men's clothing but nodded her head. "I understand, I know a lot about this world, its in my book, here in my pocket." she said pulling a small red leather bound book and held it up. "It was written about you and seems to show me what kind of awful monster Pan is to you." she said softly as she sat straighter on the bed, she moved over a bit to allow him to sit beside her if you wished. "I was just shocked, seeing

Audra stormed forward and stopped right in front of the nasty little woman. “What did you say to me?”

At around 7:00 pm, you knocked on his door. He had chosen to spend the extra money on a single, complementing his introverted lifestyle. There was silence for almost a minute, and you knocked again.

Tony, Natasha, Steve and Bruce were all sitting around a long table in a debrief room. Tony looked at his watch and... yep, they had lost more than half an hour only getting shouted at.

We order our coffees and croissants. She talks, I do my duty, and then, I begin to notice the two men. I hear them plainly over the chatter around us.

His stomach tightened. Heat snaked through his veins and his fists clenched. “Son of a bitch.”

Walking toward me, he placed his arm around my waist and kissed me on my temple as he turned to Liz. “I had no idea Isabel’s confidant was coming over for dinner. I hope you do not mind me joining you. I want to get to know my girl’s best friend. After all, we are going to be seen a lot of each other. Aren’t we, Isabel?”

“Amaryllis,” she whispered, staring at the letter. Her hands had gone numb, and thinking was starting to become difficult. “Look.”

They walked in an almost straight line towards the lights. The darkness fell upon them quite quickly. Once they were back on the road, Lincoln turned around to see the helicopter far off in the distance, shining a search light on the ground. It was moving away from them. Milyn smiled.

A short story like any other term does not have only one definition, it has many definitions, but all of them are similar in a general idea. According to The World Book Encyclopedia (1994, Vol. 12, L-354), “the short story is a short work of fiction that usually centers around a single incident. Because of its shorter length, the characters and situations are fewer and less complicated than those of a novel.” In the Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary (third edition) short story is defined as “an invented story which is no more than about 10 000 words in length.” At the same time online Britannica Encyclopaedia (www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/541698/short-story, 21.02.2012; 12:04 p.m.)