Short Story

|stuck in the trees. Later on the boys mistake this for the dreaded beast and mass fear and panic sets in. |

With that being said Nojiko's serious demeanor turn happy and left to look for her stray sister. Once gone Belle-Mere left through the back door to get her youngest daughter.

You wake up and find yourself passed out on your friend's floor. For a few seconds, you find yourself confused, but then you remember the wild party the night before. Well, some of the party, anyway. Your memory goes fuzzy after these hot chicks starting passing around a few special drinks.

With such a sheltered life, every detail of their path practically drawn for the two siblings forced to walk, it was a wonder the two had had any mental stability left at all. To comprehend what was correct to do or even how to have grasped a job without the codependency of their parents. Maybe the praying had worked that Eve had occasionally did when they had finally found freedom, then again, her mind constantly wondered if she was actually asking God who resided in the Bible, or God who was her keeper for eighteen years. But then again, did it really matter? Did prayers matter or was someone else answering anything she silently asked when on her knees? If she could have chose a God or two to answer, it would have been the kind old

Fenrir clapped a hand over the boy’s mouth, grimacing as the boy muffled protests left spit on his palm. He dragged him backwards, further into the confines of the forest. With an eye on the girl, he was relieved to see that she was still eyeing the forest, questioning eyes moving back and forth along the line of trees. Good, she hadn’t seen them.

As Gawain pondered his past, the little boy in the garden looked up, spotted Gawain, and bounded forward. This child even looked a little like

LOL! This last line cracked me up, Aurora. I'm in total agreement. That ship has sailed. It looked for a time –– like, 4 or 5 years ago now –– that Hammoudi might be the next homegrown tall male principal, but I'm tired of waiting for him to step it up. I don't know if he's just not working hard enough to make it happen or what, but by now I think it's time to cut him off and give those opportunities to someone else.

"Here I thought this was cramped when I was stuck in here alone," Cat mutters, voice barely above a whisper. If they're on schedule they're still more than half an hour away from inspection, but old habits die hard and it's better to be safe than sorry.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

It’s weird to separate himself from his job. He doesn’t really like it. Which is probably why he’s stayed single for so long. Well, he has Rebecca, but that’s beside the point.

Kuroko felt a rush of cool wind breeze over his face as he was greeted with the sight of his room. He took a shaky step forward, but his legs buckled, and he began to tumble to the ground. However, a strong, tanned arm caught him before he could complete his fall.

Naruto regained his footing onto a nearby tree branch while Itachi jumped off. "Hey wait! Where are you going?!" Naruto yelled.

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.

“Now, ladies,” Ms. Jordan spoke with authority, “it has come to my attention that a fight broke out this morning in the east wing. Your names were associated with this event, along with a few other. I will speak to those individuals later.” She straightened the glasses perched atop her thin nose. The pungent odor of mothballs and stale coffee drifted through the office. A mug with ‘World’s Best Principal’ printed on its surface rested between her bony fingers.

“What are we even doing here” Anna groaned angrily “we’re not going to find anything we don’t already know”