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?

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

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,

I was in the house looking at the sheriff suits that Deanna gave Rick and I and Rick walked in through the door and I said "I don't know if this is some kind of play, handing authority to strangers.The authority to break up fistfights.If it was just that, she should have given one of these to Daryl."Rick said "I don't know if it's for us or for them. Or maybe Deanna's trying to get rid of us and them.You put these jackets on me and you, have the people see it.If that's the play, that'd be smart. And she seems smart.Smart for then or smart for now?" This is now.- Rick was cut off by the sound of some bushes rustling and said "Come out! Now!" Aaron stepped out and asked You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?Can you

Knocking on the door, Deborah ordered, “Mom, it’s me, open this door immediately so we can talk.”Although Virginia didn’t respond to Deborah’s pleas, they heard her humming. “Okay mom, you can sit in there as long as you wish. I’m going home, and I won’t come back anymore. Do you understand me? Don’t call and ask me to bring daddy strawberry ice cream because I won’t do it,” Deborah said, sobbing as she turned and ran down the hallway.

I remember you fired me because of my volatile tendencies, but you hired a pyromaniac to be Sawada-kun's tutor instead!"

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

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

Mitch clung to the side of the cliff, wincing at the burn from his virtual muscles, his arms shaking as he heaved a leg up and over the edge. As his palm hit a soft tuft of neon-green grass, he thought about how real it felt. An oasis of organic sensation in an otherwise overclocked world. The cool blades calmed his soul for a whole two seconds before a fresh blast of digital artillery ricocheted off the nearest rock, sending shards flying into the back of his hand, tearing at the flesh as he clung for dear life.

The heat in the forge was intense. Breathe. Blow. Sweat. Wipe his forehead. Breathe again, then return to the task he had begun. It’s very warm, thought the young boy who finally brought himself to remove his top, ending up shirtless. He could allow himself to do so, after all; he was alone.

Angelos stood on the same chair that Eric stood on, and announced, “People, we need to focus. We will attack, soon. We need more action than conversation. Focus people, focus… Please, text your friends and family on the pier and tell them. We will get our supplies together and attack them. Each store should protect itself at this moment.”

Then, as he studied them, the pair emerged from the long grass into shorter, more open pasture, and Leon felt every nerve in his body snap tight. They were not buffalo but lions. Never before had he seen lions of that size or colour. The early-morning sun was behind them, highlighting their regal, stately progress. Their manes were deepest Stygian black and shaggy as haystacks, ruffling in the breeze as they stopped to stare up at the approaching aircraft.

The loud crash echoed through the house. Nick frowned and paused the video on his laptop to go investigate. He crept towards the kitchen cautiously. He knew it wasn’t one of the boy's. Only him and Harry were home, the others had gone out shopping for some groceries and other odds and ends.

You certainly hadn’t expected to be out this late when you had left for work this morning. Come to think of it, you had rushed out of the house, nearly forgetting your lunch, and spilled coffee on your new blouse while hastily slamming the door. So you hadn’t been prepared to clean up after the shop had closed late.

3 young boys were running around the field was near where they live in the satellite sector. One of golden blonde hair another of fire orange hair and the last of black and yellow hair named in order Jack Atlas, Crow Hogan, and Yusei Fudo. The three boys were playing tag and soon as Crow was it the other two ran for the hills. Yusei was running, then he saw cards that fallen on the ground thinking his fell out of his pocket, he then picked one up it happened to be the duel monsters card, Chaos Sorcerer “This isn't one of my cards” he thinks “So whos is it” he said, looking around