Short Story Han

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

The smell of thickening, chalky smoke weaved it's way into the damaged lungs of the soldiers. The never-ending sense of nausea spiraled, slowly suffocating you. The smoke was a killer on the loose. Rotting corpse lie frozen in time, unaware of the standpoint. A pungent smell mixed with a drop of sickening sweetness compressed waiting for your last breath. Dead rats, squelching mud and the overall sense of darkness, combined forces and created a poisonous, overpowered hurricane of death-eaters. Inescapable stench of deep, rusted iron coiled in the form of khaki, overcast, flying phantoms. The whiff of grounded moss and oxidized metal chased us soaking up into our uniforms, weighing us down. Moss, blood, smoke, death, rain, all waiting for

It's always me seeing the last moments but this time it was more vivid. I always felt more guilty, but now that..." leia was speaking, then stopped suddenly and started sobbing again. cluching to Han. "leia, what's wrong, you can tell me" he said. "I'm a Monster" she sobbed out. Han was confused by what she said. "What do you mean by that" he asked, wondering why she said that. "My, Real FAther.. Anikiin" she said as her voice rose. Han knew her real father was Anikin Skywalker, but he was still confused. "didn't he die years ago, what dose he have to do with this" he

The crunch of foliage under his boots was the only sound for miles, as the knight Siegfried marched through the woodlands on a lone patrol. His sword was sheathed and on his hip as he pushed aside bushes and low hanging branches. "Blasted nettles" he cursed as he pushed through a bush, relying on his steel armor to protect him. "Why do they even send us on patrol anyway?" He rambled to himself "Every evil thing that crawls, walks, slithers, swims or flies on this planet has been quiet."

The search for the new Han Solo continues, but it looks like Disney and Lucasfilm might already have a favorite on who could possibly take over Harrison Ford’s iconic Star Wars role. Although the studios have already narrowed down their list to only three contenders, there have been reports that Hail, Caesar! actor Alden Ehrenreich is proving to be better than Taron Egerton and Jack Reynor at embodying the young Millennium Falcon captain!

It's watchin' us" Ralphie whispered. "Listen, I'm not gonna-" "No, Danny. Really. Can't you feel it?" Danny stopped. And in the way of children, he did feel something and knew they were no longer alone. A great hush had fallen over the woods; but it was a malefic hush. Shadows, urged by the wind, twisted languorously around them.

prehistoric animals, were being levitated by pulley rigs, reminiscent of a macabre ceremony requiring witch's incense.

Star Wars is one of those franchises that spans generations, and is beloved around the world. The sights and sounds of Star Wars has prevailed throughout the decades, whether as nostalgia, or to complain about the prequel trilogy. Star Wars has become ingrained in the part of society reserved for pop culture references, memes, and wasted money on official (and not so official) merchandise. Overall, every aspect, but particularly the sounds, of the Star Wars franchise is made to connect back to the original trilogy. Despite being spread across decades and multiple facets of the franchise, the familiar, continuing sounds of Star Wars is a way of retaining continuity, and nostalgia, as well as identifying characters and themes.

Unfortunately, Han Solo’s annoyed, muttered grumbles aren’t as loud as his boots. They’ve been clicking and clacking with every single step he’s taken. Each time the heel makes contact with the porcelain floors, Han violently struggles with the near animalistic urge to just throw himself onto the godsdamned polished floor and begin tearing at his clothing already. He hates his uniform. Wait, no. That isn’t right. According to his elder sister, it’s his born right to don vesture fit for a prince. Han doesn’t doubt that, he doesn’t at all mind that his sister wants to follow the old traditions, back when things were still run by old man Jonash — but that was before he was born, before even

Your head was aching from working today. Your boss kept, well, bossing around. “Y/N do this, Y/N do that, blah blah blah.”, you grumbled. You put your key in the lock and opened the door. You could hear Stiles and your son arguing about, Star Wars, again? Once you walked into the living room, you let your bag fall on the ground of astonishment, the room was a complete mess. “What happened here?!” You looked at them and your son stood up, running to you. “Daddy and I made a hut out of blankets and other stuff!” You sighed and crouched down to your 5-year-old son. “Sweetheart, that’s really nice, but you and daddy have to clean up everything. Otherwise we have to cancel Star Wars night.” He nodded and began picking up his toys. You walked over to Stiles, who has been looking at his feet the whole time. “You, upstairs.”, you commanded him and he did what you said.

Habit has Han slumping in his chair again. His legs stretched out and contradicted resilient muscle, scalding a cold burn that feels absolutely wonderful for how much they’ve been aching lately. Before Luke had invited him, he’d been gone on a run that went more than a little sour. Situations where he had to run for life, blaster shots zeroing in on their target — him, came in ample amounts. Maybe this is his due reward for the kind of life Han has so far lived. Perhaps those ancient goddesses of Corelli his older sister had told him stories of having something much better planned for him than a life of illegal spice smuggling. Although Han doubts it, by reason of the fact he rather enjoyed his thrilling adventures in spite of how life threatening

❝What am I tryin’ t’ do?❞ Han echoed without much thought, ❝’m tryin’ to get some dinner. Gimme a minute, would ya?❞

That next morning, I woke up with a map in my hand with red thumbtacks in it along all of the places Cassius was bound to hit. It seemed, for now, she was just trying to wipe out the U. S., but we had planned far enough ahead for global attractions we anticipated she'd be hitting.

On the way to work, I called Sterling and crossed my fingers that he'd answer. I couldn't wait to tell him about the things that granny had done this morning. This time I only let the phone ring four times before I hung up. I didn't know what was up with him, but I decided that I wasn't going to call him anymore today until he called me. As soon as I ended the call, I started to wonder about his whereabouts. That was until I pulled up to the daycare and saw his car parked there.

The tape started, “All I remember was running. Debris, blood, water, needles, and bodies lay on the floor as I ran. I hurdled a body as I sprinted down the hall towards what I thought was a right turn, but I was sadly mistaken. Like a mouse in a trap, I shook as I turned to the tidal wave filled with the same items and carcasses. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate as the wave rolled closer and got taller and taller. My eyes opened in shock as I heard the last toll of the bell, the locks to the doors of the house clicked, and the tidal wave evaporated as my own tidal wave of relief and freedom rolled through me. I walked out the door, tired, dirty, and scarred for life. The walk to the police station was easy compared to what I endured.