Short Story Of Mikey: A Narrative Fiction

Obtrusively,the thunder bellowed outside and the roaring sound filled the small room like rock music to a broken soul.Amongst the thunder, raindrops could be seen ebbing down the windowsill forming undecipherable miniscule shapes and later sinking down in the wall to gather at the edge. Stuffed between two pillows,my head

“I really, really am. All I need is for you to be quite.” Dante raised a single brow, eyeing them with the utmost suspicion as was possible of a ten year old. “What’s going on?”

He looked up at me as I tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay. “Help is on the way.” I could feel the fear in his eyes.

Description The blood moon is a fateful night for all Werewolves, a child born on that night is sentenced for death, but through a twist of fate she is sparred, but her family is not. No one knows what happens if the blood moon child is allowed to grow, yet fate

It had all been a dream, that conversation Percival had with a little girl. He’d had the same dream every night for six months, ever since he and Gwaine found out that finally, after three years of waiting, they would be fathers. Percival had pictured his little girl so clearly

“No promises,” he said as the two kids began to squeal and smiles began to break out. “I just think that it would be a good time to reassess things. A lot would still depend on how Johnny is after he wakes up.”

I smiled. “See? Everything’s good!” Mason stared at his half-eaten wing. “I’m not sure if Aiden needs any more depressing news.”

Mickey wasn't sure exactly what he was dreaming about. He knows it involved a beach, a bottle of tequila, and his hot boyfriend. It definitely didn't involve the loud four year old that was pulling on his arm. He realized the screaming wasn't going to stop until he opened his eyes.

"Um K.K. Is something wrong? You don't look happy." Leo asked the one eye gunner while walking toward her, swearing that sparks were flying from her aura like a storm. She turned to face him changing her mood from anger to motherly concern in a heartbeat, before going back to rage again. "Hm. Oh, sorry Leo. It's...its just this case. I hate it! And that son of a bit-"

Mikey looked up to the sky for a lengthy amount of time. “What are you in for?” he asked, finally putting his head down. “I’m in here for armed robbery,” he answered. Before he could continue, he was distracted by two prison guards. The prison guards were staring at them,

“Oh my god Bethany. Im so sorry. Are they okay? Are YOU okay?” He says while he squeezes my hand.

“I’m fine, Julia. I think Jason’s just a little overcome by the upcoming activities.” Charlie said as she looked over her shoulder at Jason, wiping her mouth.

“Nothing, like always,” I replied. “Ashton!” Mik called. “Yes?” I said, as I climbed up to my tree house. “We need to get you to Maiyea,” she wearily said. “No, I’m fine, it’s just a minor scrape,” I tried to hide the “I think we should do it. They are too strong,” SophiAnne whispered. I wanted to listen in more, but Mik called my name. “What?” I asked, tiny snowflakes sparkling in my hair. “Your-your brother. He’s… in critical condition. Fire Clan attacked and he was doing most of the fighting. You should go.” Mik tried to comfort me.

“Leo will take care of himself. He has always been resilient and resolute when he needs to.” Mr. Klein began to look around the apartment for a few seconds before saying,

          "Are they OK?" I asked him barely able to speak through the tears.           "Yes, they are fine! We just need to get them to the hospital as quick as we can," he said rushed.