Short Story

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

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.

There wasn't a thing on television. I shut off the TV and lay back on the bed with a sigh. You'd been in the bathroom for over twenty minutes, making me wonder what could be keeping you. As if in answer to my unspoken question, the bathroom door opens, and the sound of footsteps approaches. I glance to the doorway and spot you. I sit straight up in bed.

Guilt, despair, and heartache laced the congested ICU room and I trembled, struggling to keep myself upright. My dry, cold hands gripped the countertop, sending pain up my arms from the sharp edges. Thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn’t understand any of them. I stood lost and confused with the rest of my family. My lip quivered as I glanced around at everyone’s sullen faces. All of us were here for one reason. She lay on the small hospital bed in the center of the room, silent and still.

Chad was born to be a wrestler. He was barely out of pull-up and showed promise. When someone mentioned wrestling, he would grin from ear to ear.

Mom breaks her stare with the road ahead and glances back at me in the rearview mirror. Her dark eyes match the colour of her hair. The thin jaw line and pointy nose give her a hawkish look. Dressed in a short sleeved, green, silk blouse, and black peasant skirt, people can say many things about my mom, but unfashionable isn't one of them.

She stepped out of the long stretched black limo. It took her four hours to get here. Not that matters to anyone but her. She made it and that was what was important. She smoothed the wrinkles from her dress. The mood darken as she stepped inside the building. In the corner to her right, Ms. Lou and Mrs. Right sat judging everyone the second they stepped into their view. Those two ladies had been judging people for as long as she could remember, but for someone to be allowed to judge them, yeah, not likely to happen. “Some people never change.” she thought to herself. It’s been six years since her last visit and she expected more people to be amongst the dead instead of the living considering that’s where most of their personalities were.

hey said there would be a safe haven to the North, and that is where I am heading too. It’s the year 2153. It’s been 12 years since people caught the disease SOAP. Originally SOAP was supposed to cleanse the people from the ash falling down from the Great Eruption. SOAP mixed with the ash and mutated into something much more. The disease starts in your cerebrum and slowly takes over your body till you have no control. People call those diseased people Nothings.