Short Story

"No. I'll ask Smithy" I lifted my free arm and Smithy appeared. She had her hands on her hips and was leaning on one foot.

“Come on let’s go find another place to steal something.” Liz said with the same Devilish grin that Beth had on in her bedroom.

I rushed up the ladder and stood on the castle wall. I gasped and my eyes couldn’t believe it. I had my hand on the wall and the roar of the enormous monster greeted me.

came over, and he clapped. They did it again. Jeannie looked at me, revealing her

“I am working on that, I promise. She needs more time, but as soon as she’ll have me, if I’m lucky enough, we will marry.”

of anger passing through her tiny frame. " YOU DID THIS" she screamed to the air above. " ARE YOU …....................................."

Taran hopped up and helped Veerah to her feet. “Let’s go to her. She won’t turn us away,” he said.

Now what? Master Gaius wanted me to stay put. Her eyes met the ajar door curiously. Her heartbeat picked

"Dad...had her in there. I don't know why...okay, I know why, but I don't know how she got tangled up in this. I don't think she's i the best of shape right now, upstairs, but...I don't know. Dad seems to have things under control." he said simply, coming closer to Callie. He could still smell her, a faint scent that he'd come to associate to sex, and it was a heady thing to have. He smiled at her.

"What do you mean?" He takes a step toward her, his face softening as he snakes his arms around her waist.

She had been inclining toward the edge of the arched entrance to the entertainment room. A concerned appearance crossed her face before she smiled gently. My tongue slicked from my mouth to moisten my lips.

Arthur smirked, momentarily, stalling his ministrations as his irises, nearly as dark as the night that surrounded them, locked on hers before continuing to strum her like a mandolin, plucking and stroking her until her body tensed beneath him.

Rudy had a lot to learn about reading. Meredith half listened to his voice at the back of the crowd as she swiped left, left, left. She'd heard him read it so many times she had it memorized. He should be toning it down though. People wanted to co-create the emotional experience.

I hesitated before responding and I uttered these words “tell them I am not available.” She hesitated and said ok I will. The phone call ended and I remember looking out the window waiting to see if they had left and they did. I was able for a minute to catch my breath and gain my composure. The phone rang again it was my aunt downstairs. I reluctantly answered and it was my aunt again stating to me that the police left a number to call and I need to respond in 24 hours or I was going to be arrested. I responded to the number and the police detective who was also a D.E.A Agent told me that I needed to come in and talk to them right away. I found the courage to do so and drove to the State Police Barracks. I remember walking in feeling a

It’s exactly eight o’clock when I hear the door open like it does every single day of my dreadful life it seems. I also hear a quiet voice counting along with their steps, and this has become so routine for me I even count along in my head, dreading every single step. Maybe today he’ll turn around and leave, maybe today of all days. This is what I think to myself as I lean over the spotless espresso machine pretending to see a smudge I scrub vigorously trying to shake the sensation of him behind me. I can do this, I only have to deal with this until the end of the week and then I’ll be able to move a few towns over and forget all about this nightmare. When I hear the bell ring to that annoying tune I don’t have to resist the urge to