Short Story Of Mason Flynn

Thomas had just arrived in the Reno-Tahoe international airport. He was with his Aunt Sandy and Uncle Dan. They had just arrived because they were going to see Sandy’s son graduate Top Gun school. Mark, Sandy’s son had been in the Navy and was a Lieutenant. He got chosen to be one of the best 1% of the navy’s fighter pilots. He had gone through the school and was graduating the next day. He was flying a F-18 Super Hornet. When Thomas heard about the trip he knew he had to go. He loved aviation. His mom said he could not go but one day before he left for school he left a note on the counter that changed his mom’s mind. His aunt got him a ticket and they left the next day. Thomas was waiting at the gate to thank the man that had given up his

Jennifer popped her head out of the ladies room, looked left and then right, saw the coast clear and made a beeline for the garage mall exit to where she parked her car. Clutching her purse close to her bosom, walking swiftly, the look of guilt affected her posture and gait, as well as her face. In front of her, the parking garage entrance in sight and escape within her grasp, she leaned her weight into the heavy glass door to open it by the polished brass push-plate that somehow tripped an internal switch that blended guilt with fear. Ronnie watched her closer than she realized because he stood outside the door in the garage like a loyal dog waiting for its master. She was muzzled to supply any explanation because she did try leaving without

“The police investigated and they concluded it had been an accident. Rose, fraught with terror and disbelief this had happened at her hotel, couldn’t believe it was an accident. She pleaded with the sheriff to continue searching. When the sheriff refused, Rose decided to take matters into her own hands. Mrs. Bowen was one of their best employees and a dear friend. Determined to get justice for her friend’s son, Rose got to

I turned and headed for a bathroom. Before I could turn the door knob a hand pulled me back. “What did she do this time?” Logan asked, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest but didn't respond. “Let's get out of here. Just you and me,” he said, pulling away from me slightly and running a hand down my hair. I nodded, I didn't even care about missing school anymore, I just had to get out of there. He took my hand and lead me out of the building. “Did you drive yourself?”

Going through the motions of clearing away the remnants of the failed luncheon, Casey pondered the events of that afternoon. How did it go so wrong when it had started out so pleasantly? The only thing she knew was that she hadn’t been truthful when Fiona had asked if she had seen anything in the house since moving in. With Ray standing there, she wasn’t able to tell Fiona all that she had experienced. Ray would think she was going mad and want to take her back to Macon to see Dr. Cannon.

-- The sound of the alarm clock going off rang through her ears as she opened her eyes. Slapping the little box off the edge of the table she groaned as her body ached from the night before. And of course the 5 hours she spent inside the gym training with the man that she had spent the night in bed with. Moving with slowness she heard the knock on the adjoining room that had once been hers. Hearing Jack move across the room as he got ready for the meeting she sat up slipping back into her clothes. Grabbing the pillow she'd brought with her, her eyes met Henry's as Jack opened the door. "ETA 5 minutes. Derek's on his way up. Switch now." Henry spoke as Calyx moved back him and into her room. Throwing her clothing around the room she stripped out of her clothes once more. Climbing into the shower she washed herself clean trying to get Jack's smell off her. Finishing just as that familiar knock came at the door she sighed. Wrapping a towel around her body, she walked out of the bathroom and opened her door. "Morning, daddy." Calyx spoke as she headed back into her room and started to pick up her clothes. Heading back into the bathroom she changed into the pant suit and braided her hair in a side braid. Coming out she took a deep breath while a smile formed on her

It had not seemed this bright since he first laid eyes on Anna’s mother twenty years ago. He loved her the moment he laid eyes on her. She, unfortunately, loved John. If things had only been different, but they weren’t. Stephen continued drinking the scotch as he reminisced about Emily Wellington, the love of his life, although so unrequited. He thought of her long flowing blonde hair and her innocent blue eyes. Why hadn’t she been wearing her seat belt the day of the accident? Emily always wore a seat belt. A tear began to stream down Stephen’s cheek as the thought of the possibilities that would never be, not now. Anna crossed his mind for a moment. Since she looked just like her father, Stephen’s thoughts quickly returned to Emily. As the bottle of scotch neared the bottom, Stephen’s guilt of Emily’s death urged him to apologize to her. He took some stationary from the old oak wood desk’s top drawer and began to pen a letter to Emily. He explained all the details of his horrific plan in detail, the payoff, the cut brake lines, his hope of her surviving the crash and eventually marrying

“Like I said Cole, in and out, clean.” I held a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Yeah if people would move out of the way that is, you would think sirens are enough, fuck man.” Cole shakes his head, gazing out the window. “Remember the guy’s name is Jesse Thoran, that’s who’s warranted for arrest.” I said. The wipers swung from left to right, dashing at the rain multiplying like a virus. My GPS lied in the middle of the dashboard, it read ETA: 2 Minutes. Bright, vivid lights covered the late-night city, people scattered the streets like a mundane blur. The cars ahead began pulling over letting us through, keeping the streets cold empty. Almost there. I told myself. “Word around the station is, you know that serial killer that everyone is so scared of nowadays? Well anyway, I’ve heard that every cop who’s gotten close to catching him has died, they say he was in the military before his mind turned to mush.” Cole throws his hands up, rolling his eyes. “Very encouraging.” I break my focus, then begin to chuckle. “Here’s the place, you ready Dante?” “’Course.” I quickly pulled to the sidewalk while silencing the roars of the sirens. Cole swung his door open, he reached for the pistol in his holster. I quickly followed him, we made it to a flight of stairs in an apartment complex. My gaze shifted to the screen attached to my wrist: Apartment 13. I clenched my fist, rotating my wrist, my wrist crackled like a rattlesnake. I held my gun in front of me as we reached a

“Not now mom can't talk!” screamed Louisa as she ran up the stairs. She into her teenage bedroom, closed the door, and began to read through the folder. The next morning Louisa went to the jail to see Jeremey. With her folders in hand, she saw Jeremey already sitting behind the glass.

Just endure a little while longer, Jen told herself. They have to leave soon, they just have to, if they hope to evade law enforcement. They wouldn’t have time to torment them long. The thoughts brought her little peace as she licked the softening cock of her first rapist, but Alyssa’s cries sharpened her resolve. She could protect the girl, again. She could do this, and spare Alyssa the horror. There was no choice.

She was just getting in her car to drive home from work when she heard it ring the first time. She sat there and stared. She didn’t recognize the number. Was it him? She fought the urge to answer it. Then she pulled out onto the street to drive home. When it rang again she was unprepared. It couldn’t be Vance he never called twice in a row.

While lying on the grass in the front yard, I imagined the exciting night ahead. Before long, Taylor and his girlfriend, Kara, arrived and picked me up. Almost immediately, I stood up and sauntered in my Duke sweatshirt and basketball shorts over to their car. I jumped into the backseat. Immediately, I was assaulted with the strong smell of perfume that had been sprayed inside the car because it belonged to Kara. Tonight instead of driving, she decided to let Taylor drive illegally without a license. As we drove off to Erik’s house, the rendezvous for tonight’s “Goatman” adventure, we saw a police officer had just pulled a car over. As

There was a blare of sirens in the distance. There was a shimmer of hope for her escape. Quinn’s only worries were about Shawn’s future. Will he rot away in prison or be running from the authorities forever? He wouldn’t last a day in jail. He’s so frail and obviously weak. But he’s crazy. Maybe it’s for the best... She wanted to help him for a strange reason. He kidnapped me! Why am I feeling this way? They were getting closer. Quinn had so little time to make a decision. Would she help him or not? The crunching leaves were getting louder and closer. She had picked her decision. She would not help him. The police came up to Quinn and asked her some questions about her capture. She didn’t want to answer anything in the moment.

On the blazing hot plains of Africa lived a lion named Mason. He was a fairly intelligent lion, but at the same time he was lazy and very unmotivated. Currently, he he was in highschool, and just like any other high school he was always under some sort of stress. There were tests every week, a project due in a couple of days, and usually about 1 or 2 hours of homework to do every night, even though he didn’t always do them the night before. However, he consistently managed to score a ninety or above on all his test, but he constantly struggled with being motivated to do any sort of extra work that would be very beneficial for himself. He never tried joining any clubs, learning a sport, or playing an instrument. Instead, he’d rather lay around

The doors flew open to the security checkpoint and she was able to pick up her pace. The savory smell of buttery popcorn and hot dogs blended perfectly with the sweet aromas of cotton candy and soda. The guard at the door ushered her to the side after looking through her bag. He pulled out the gun from within and started to say into his walkie-talkie, “Fellas, I think we’ve found Mr. X,” but not before Reese could pull out her badge and, after careful examination, was waved through. They had been warned, she realised, about Mr. X. They know he, or she, should be here tonight She had even overheard some terrified fans sporting 1D merchandise talking about him. Their hands trembled as the words spilled from their mouths, knowing that tonight might be their lasts.