Short Story

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

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.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

The next day we had a party at that club which is called camp carnival we stayed up until 3 in the morning and we had pizza and ice cream and we had so much fun and after it was time to go the staff took us to back to our rooms and we went to bed until like 7 then we got back up and went back to what we wanted.

Lucius does not remember whose arms are carrying him, or whose shoulder his head lays against. He does not remember how he ended up here, in these arms. He does not remember where he is. Everything in his brain is chilled syrup.

Miyuki would cough before shaking off the dirt looking over at her sister who looked stunning in her coronation outfit which reminds her that she had to go and get ready for that before mother threatened to disown her,it was true her sister would become queen tonight and she would be living in the castle with her still because she begged her parents to let her stay by her sisters side it was then she looked over at and her as she began to speak.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

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

Marta was ten houses away from home and the closer she got, the more she shivered, dreading that one step that will swallow her inside, pass her iron security door and inside her enclosed porch. She looked at the houses that hugged each side of the street. All of them had enclosed porches with wrought iron doors that secure their homes as well. The only difference was the color of the houses. Some were pastel pinks, buttery yellows, and mint greens. She noticed that no mattered how colorful they were, they all looked just as opaque in the dark, as the other houses that weren’t painted; those houses with grey concrete blocks and symmetrical line patterns of cement like hers.

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.

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

“Hello?” [ONE] rolled their eyes as they said the word. Come on, they were better than this. They didn’t need to talk to themselves.

The streets of Ikebukuro at night were almost always busy, especially near the end of summer. If that man found her on her way back, she could just make a commotion. He didn’t have to balls to stay during a scene. Her heels clicked on the pavement.

“Rufus!” yelled Adán as he swung his scythe at Heqet. The goddess caught the scythe and thrown the vampire across the room as well. He crashed through the dining table in the adjacent room, causing Aaqil to jump out of his skin and paused the ritual.