Short Story

“No,” I scream, “get off me.” Tears obscure my vision, but soon release, streaking down my face. My body thrashes as I attempt to liberate myself from his grasp.

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Still I saw Marian's gaze as she seized fighting. Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as her eye locked to mine. They were empty, the spirit in her quenched but worst of all she looked at me understanding why.

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least

"He died twenty-two years ago, car crash" Serena replied surprisingly honestly, but she held so much sorrow in her voice, she had seen Donald as her real father, he was there when she needed him.

He looked me over for a moment. It was like he was cataloging everything about me.

He turned his head. With features distorted in pain, he looked directly at her. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable. His mouth began to move. She couldn’t hear any words. There was only silence. His hand rose wavering beckoning her to come closer.

He slowly lifted his Frankenstein mask to get a better look at what he thought he saw.

Hassan quickly, remembered where he was, his face was red and his heart was pounding. He looked her in her eyes but could not maintain contact, diverting his gaze he noticed a

My cousins and I walk towards the man, giving him our baggage; beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, back, and armpits. “Oh no, I hope he doesn’t notice what I’m trying to smuggle in,” I thought as I lent him my backpack occupied by tons of vibrant, floral towels. He slowly opened my backpack, like a snail, zipper after zipper. I felt my skin starting to wrinkle, my back starting ache, and the sudden need to tinkle. Finally, he handed me my backpack; I rapidly strolled away from the guy as I just committed a felony; I brought in food from the outside. My cousins all believed that I over exaggerated the situation which enraged me because none of them obliged when I asked if they wanted to “transport the package,” which was ironic

Between David’s work with the band and Gerald’s schedule at the University, David didn’t see his father every day, but their relationship was more harmonious than it had been for some time. Having found the career fulfillment he’d been seeking, Gerald was less contentious. He told David that his new assistant department head, Élodie Voisard, was making his professional life much easier, calling her a joy to be around.

Standing my ground, I told her, “I haven’t experienced a mental hiccup, furthermore, as an artist I didn’t need to partake in drugs or intoxicating beverages for inspiration.”

It had been an ordinary week for the two boys Calvin and Albert they had completed their rigorous baseball training practice, gone to their triweekly piano lessons, and had gotten through 4 books. Nothing that was new to them since they had grown up like this, they had been designed to be able to handle this intensity, for if not they would’ve been sent back to the manufacturer.

She positioned herself so that she could take a better look into her Master’s eyes. She wanted to peer into the soul of the man that had given her hope in God. She listened as he spoke…..