Short Story

“How do I know that you’re not just trying to trick me into attacking Dynistan?”

However, rather than it, causing a feeling of dejection, or brining on a sense of anger at not being there to witness that transformation, he found himself excited by the prospect. Of discovering all there was to know about Lexi, the

His landing was unlike one would expect, it defied the force and impact physics would equate, instead a form of softness enveloped him, like a cushion of sorts as he sank into its silken yet frigged embrace.

"The war," he finally croaked, as if that was the answer to everything. "So much was at stake. We both knew the kingdom was on the brink of invasion and Arthur was already distracted."

Umonakalisi remained steadfast. His form rippled a shimmering blue as the blast rocked the hallway. The lights flickered off for a moment, glaring back on in defiance and highlighting the debris as it exploded through him and showered the passageway as far as they could see.

the tickets in her hand, he cocked his weapon over his shoulder. He followed quietly behind as the desk operator led them through hallways that certainly didn't resemble the posh lounge.

His boots echoed throughout the halls, rushing past scribes and servitors without a word nor pausing to stop to one of the Guardians and salute him. He had to reach his destination with no distractions or detours. He climbed the stairwell at the end of the hall, taking the steps two at a time. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he slowed his pace down to a fast walk, his face devoid of all signs of emotion. Pushing open the large double mahogany doors and approached the desk and the figure that set behind it. He then instantly went down to one knee, bowing his head before speaking.

“Sofrias must burn the dead within two days and we are too weak to do this after the last battle.”

After battling traffic for forty-five minutes, Arthur arrived at the hospital and checked in at the front desk. The receptionist was pleasant when she informed him it would be a bit of a wait before he could see Tristan, and to take a seat in the waiting area.

Though light rays shone into the small building, an ominous feeling crept through the atmosphere into the office. Sitting at a desk sat a man no more than five feet. His stern blue eyes locked on to the saluting soldier's green ones. "Lieutenant Raven, have you found Arkady Volkov?"

The smile was a strange one, filled with pure joy no one I have ever seen had. Proving further that he was crazy, the man extended his pink tongue as if he was gathering snowflakes. He sniffed the air like it was filled with the fresh scent of evergreens, and not acid.

You sighed as the wind blew through your skirts, your back resting against the trunk of a large elm. Each day after school you would sit under the tree and or sketch or write or do your homework. You might watch the sunset or pet a stray cat that happened to be passing by. But you enjoyed this time to be alone, to collect your thoughts, and to observe the natural world around you.

One day before Brian's scheduled arrival, I left New York. I knew the first thing Brian would do the instant his plane landed in New York was come straight to my apartment. Not ready to face him, I did what any women in my position would have done. I packed the essentials and went home. I used the excuse of my father's estate to avoid an argument.

Not exactly sure what drug the Captain had given her, Ava crossed the room and stood in front of the sink. She was barely coherent, swooping up a soft, velvety handful of water and staring at the blue and violet crystal droplets. She splashed them against her hot face, amazed and unblinking and thoughtful about how round the droplets were. Mesmerized as they formed into bubbles - growing, growing, growing, growing - bubbles that grew until they became her hands. And then her arms and now frightening, creating a wild-eyed girl that ran for the bed to gather the covers around her nakedness. Wondering where these extremely intense, insane feelings came from. Was she losing her mind?

But one of the reasons why he was taking the drug was so that he wouldn 't have to remember his past, his childhood, all of the bad things that would plague his mind without the help of alcohol or drugs. It was a tad ironic that the man was trying to remember his past now, of all times. But not so long after, the man had drowned himself in the pleasurable sensation the drug was giving him. His senses started to tingle, and his mind began to fuzz. He felt giddy as if he were a child again. This numb sensation - this was what he was looking for, the kind of feeling that would make you forget about all of the bad things, even if it only lasted for a moment. With a lopsided grin, the man, who, at the moment, was a child, allowed gravity to pull him back towards the wooden floor with a soft thud. He started to stare at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, waiting for the drug to do its job - to extract all of the horrible, icky emotions that