Short Story

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.

While holding her breath, Anna pressed firmly against the mattress beneath her. Suddenly, she jerked forward, breaking from the physical restraint, bringing her body to life once again.

"there! the blonde in red!" the near shout from next to her cause the timid girl to flinch, her wide eyes snapping over to ryan, who had spoke. the man pointed across the room with his beer bottle at some

Shrill, insistent beeping shattered the comfortable silence that had settled over his newfound dwelling and drew an irritable groan out of the cocooned mass of blankets centered upon the bed. The prone form shifted from its curled position to one that allowed taut muscles the ability to stretch uninhibited as tired fingers clasped the fluffed feather filled pillow tightly over sensitive ears. Azure eyes peeked open slightly as the tendrils of sleep slowly began to lose their hold and when reality finally fully dawned upon him any lingering laziness vanished as once calm eyes widened in panic. An attempt was made to disentangle himself from the sheets that had previously brought Emory an immense amount of comfort, however, in his sleep laced

She wiggled frantically against the hard wall tried to set herself free but she was already growing lightheaded and weak in his grasp. “Stop-“ she gurgled on her words slamming a fist into his hands but they bounced off him the same as before. Panic set in, as he dragged her body along the wall with only the slip of lingerie to protect her skin. Amira couldn’t cry out of she wanted, her eyes watering up as he shoved

"Come in, Fredrick," she said, rising with weary bones and straightening her gown without looking at him when the door creaked open, the revelry outside following him in. She scooped up the cloth used to dry her tears and went to the hearth. Her face was swollen from sleeping, her eyes bloodshot from weeping. She was a mess and she kept her back to him as she poured liquid into a bowl and splashed her face with water cupped in her hands. The water was invigorating and brought another moan as she cooled her skin and soothed her burning eyes.

She surveyed her kingdom. A kingdom of concrete and grey, but as far as she was concerned it might as well have been made of gold. The shine of the windows towering up above were her diamonds, and the taxis driving by were her limousines. Her black raw denim jeans, fitted t-shirt, and sneakers were her ball gown and crystal shoes. She has a quality about her that anybody who crossed her path could see. Her blue eyes reflect the silver city and her smile could make you feel warm on even the coldest of New York winter mornings.

“Just think, Jan, if we continued on we could reach Highgarden in three days.” Alayna pointed out as she and Janna road ahead of the rest of their group.

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

Doctor Ruslana waited for the hand on the office clock to move. The little, black arm crept along its circuit in painful, agonizing slowness. The work day would never end. Her appointment with Detective Thibault was in five minutes, followed by four other sessions back to back after his. If she gave each client her undivided and Empathic attentions, it would be entirely too many emotions to process; her already overtaxed Enhancement would surely suffer. Marta understood this, but it couldn’t be helped, not if she wished to take Wednesday and Thursday off in addition to her normally scheduled days off on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was critically necessary for Marta to have five days without distraction and without the pressures of

"I'm glad you agreed to meet with me," Mac started, nervously. In a long list of ways this could possibly turn out, a lot of them were very, very bad.

The electricity that crackled in the onyx sky was an aura full of ancient and regal blood; a storm brewing with every passing word shared between two opposing souls.

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

“Freshness is Greatness!” What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we’re doing a toothpaste commercial. It’s hard to believe we’re actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and ask me and you don’t build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m the fool who can’t see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There’s a kid over there, maybe I could ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He’s wearing a hoodie and those baggy jeans kids like to wear these days, he’s probably black too. As I approached him he turned around and I could see that he was. “Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.