Short Story

“I’m afraid she’s still away, I have yet to hear from her or her bodyguards.” Kragen responded.

"Veronica, I remember how Lilly 's death and that investigation affected you. Do you remember being in this office those couple of months?"

After a few minutes, the dinner was ready to serve and everyone was excited to eat. Tante Lou brought out the food and sat down at the head of the table, Miss Emma on the opposite end, and Grant and his girlfriend sat next to one another. They began eating and the four made small talk while the yappy dog begged and pawed at Vivian’s legs. Miss Emma spoke

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

"Celeste." As if knowing he'd own name, Celeste opened her eyes instantly. They were alight brown just like her father's had been. Lydia didn't break eye contact, even as the heard a crashing just outside the room. They would come for her and second now, and she wanted to have this. This moment, right now, would be with her always.

ok I’ll help you find her” she replied. Just then I hear the door slightly close. “No, it’s ok I found

Her eyes opened and there was a bright light. She squinted, looking around the room. All white, everything was white. She sat up and got out of her bed, which was white, the sheets white. She stood and immediately her head pounded, her head searing and the room spinning, and she had a new view, a view of the floor, which of course, was white. Suddenly people were lifting her off of the floor, placing her back on the bed, pulling the white covers over her.

The birds weren't chirping, and the smell of coffee wasn't evident in the kitchen. The strange feeling might have to do with the fact that Frank Gregory, an almighty entrepreneur and business mogul, would be leaving his family for the next 3 weeks on a buisness trip to Australia. He has to kids, Morgan is the oldest at the age of 15, and Duke is the youngest at the age of 12. It would be a miracle if the 2 of them could be in a room for 10 minutes, and not argue or bicker about something so utterly ridiculous.

“Yes, they were. ” Mary cleared her throat noticeably. She had been doing this all afternoon, as if continuously preparing for a speech that would not come. “You haven’t touched your dinner. Was my cooking

“Are you ok?” I hadn’t even realized Mandy started walking next to me. She seemed generally concerned, which was a change.

Samantha didn’t notice. “He didn’t mean to get out of control. He’s just so lonely since mama died.” Samantha’s voice trailed off and she sat for a long while. Max tired of sitting in the hall with Sam, but Sam took little notice of his absence.

“Hi,” the girl breathed half cheerfully, blonde strands of hair in her face. “Sorry for the inconvenience, civilian. Villains . . . you know?”

"Yes... she's with Baelish in the Vale, where I sent her." Her voice was barely audible.

Darkness envelops my entire being; I can feel the tiny legs of bugs crawling all over me. I smell iron rich blood, so much so, that I can practically taste it. I can hear a faint whimpering; it was me. I see nothing except darkness. Then… CRASH!! The lights turned on; I’m covered in bugs from cockroaches to centipedes. I flail and brush the bugs off as fast as possible, worrying if I missed any. The bugs scurry away and I take in my surroundings. I’m in a hallway with no one in sight. There’s also a dirt floor floor underneath my bare feet, the sight of which makes me cringe. After viewing my surroundings I feel the hot breath of someone on my shoulder. I turn to face them and it was… me, but different. Bloodshot eyes, tattered clothes, disheveled hair and the most peculiar

“Fenris?” My brother emerged from our shared bedroom, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Why do you always get up so early? It’s like you don’t sleep.”