Short Story

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

“When we opened the doors in the kitchen, we were shocked to find a door leading to the basement. Lying right in the middle of the floor, there were submachine guns, handguns and several rifles along with many knives. We also found a machine used for making false ID’s and driver’s license hidden in the basement that’s why Mathew Morgan’s driver’s license looks so real. Since Mr. Hudson lived alone, no one ever checked on him. As a result, when they murdered him, no one missed him. Pretty smart of Matthew Morgan to find someone like Mr. Hudson and replace him,” Steve said, shaking his head.

1. The house was set in the middle of a field or at least what used to be a field. As I walked into the house, I could smell rot all around me. I could feel the chill of the house creeping into my bones-I could almost taste it. To my left was a broken table, with a dusty old vase next to it. In front of me were some stairs. I walked up those stairs, and with each step I could hear the stairs creak beneath me, just waiting for a chance to snap. I looked up when I got to the top, and in front of me was a room that seemed to be an old kitchen, to my left a bedroom, and to my right a small closet. I entered the kitchen. In the shelves were a few old food cans. There were a sink and a table. Nothing much to see in there. I walked into the

Jason looked at the other papers and started laughing hysterically, “YES, I found everything I needed right now!!” Jason shoved the papers in front of Gage’s face and explained pointing to the upper right hand corner, “Mateo’s face is right here!,” he shifted his fingers to the middle, “And here’s classified info that proves he’s a criminal.” Jason took the papers back and read, “Wanted for: theft, possession of illegal goods, assault, evading arrest, and the list just goes on and on.”

"This is the last step to your initiation. You must jump from this tower" said the tall slender man wearing a grey trench coat similar to those in the Matrix.

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

Have you ever heard the sharp pinging sound of the find my iphone alert? Well, imagine hearing that sharp pinging sound while you’re driving around at one in the morning. Oh, wait. I forgot to mention the most important part, my parents didn’t know I was out driving around with a bunch of friends at one in the morning. Keep in mind, the only people who can ping my phone from find my iphone are, my mom, dad, and brother. Immediately as the sound filled my ears, my heart stopped and my stomach dropped. Was this just a nasty prank that my brother decided to play on me? Although my mind was trying to convince myself it was, deep down in the pitch black pit of my stomach, I knew it wasn’t. I couldn’t even think of

Once upon a time animals could talk. When god gave Adam and Eve the privilege to roam around the garden and to eat off any tree except for the tree with the apples, he gave animals the same privilege except for, he gave them something extra. God gave animals the right to talk and walk, but under one condition, he said “You disobey me once then I take one of your privileges away”. All the animals were good and respectful to God and obeyed all his wishes except for one which was Mace the monkey. Mace the monkey felt like he didn't have to listen to anyone but himself, he didn't want anyone controlling him, Mace wanted to take god's spot so he tried to think of a plan on how he could do so.

When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”

The next few weeks became sort of routine for Jared. He’d bake bread, make breakfast, garden and clean later in the day. Every evening he’d lite a fire in the sitting room and sat on the floor leaning against Jensen’s legs as the alpha quietly drank away his demons. The upstairs of the manor was as unkempt as the downstairs of the house. Soon Jared had cleaned every room except for two. The master bedroom and the bedroom next to it. Jared found himself unwilling to open either door. His inner omega begging him to leave the rooms alone. He was at war with his inner omega. He wanted to clean the rooms and move on, but his omega was afraid of pissing off the alpha.

It was New York City in 5028 when this tragedy was established. All people were forced to go bald! This was not okay according to anybody, especially Jessica. Jessica was a 15 year old girl who was particularly shy and quiet, her hair was her protection. But when she was told by the authorities that a new law was established that everyone had to go bald, she went crazy. Literally Crazy. She kicked the officers and ran away to an abandoned house in the area where she hid until the authorities found her and shaved her hair for her. But she put up a fight, and it was a good try.

Apologies from Phelps followed an established routine. First came the words. Then a brief silence as he fought to justify his actions. But Tom knew, when it happened, his explanation would be thorough, heartfelt and sincere, and he sensed he would learn more about his father's disappearance in the coming minutes than in the previous six years.

“Indeed. And to think I almost insisted that you leave the necklace here this time,” he admitted. “I’m glad I didn’t.”

There is nothing amazing about being a wannabe YouTube star, however my neighbor, a tall, greedy, e-begging, neckbeard seemed to believe otherwise. His large YouTube channel was an excellent measuring tool for his insatiable ego. He had made a steady living over the years from his pseudo-intellectual rants covering a wide variety of topics. He also did a fair number of internet challenges so he could get some money from the high number of views they received. Needless to say, he was a greedy person. He could eat his own weight in cake, and was probably about two happy meals away from a mobility scooter. He was a chronic narcissist who also owned a podcast with three other people. You’ve got the man himself, his brother wearing sunglasses

Anya(On-Ya) sat quietly on the star deck, gazing at the endless black called space. Tugging her blanket around her shoulders, she felt a chill tingle throughout her body just as her closest friend, Chico came in. The automatic arched-doorway hissed open as he walked in, a bright blue neon light appeared around the edges of the door as it slid shut with a loud hiss behind the boy. He held his breath for a moment, not expecting Anya to be there. He quietly sat next to her while carefully holding his mug as to keep it from spilling. “Can’t sleep either?” Chico questioned as he took a sip of his beverage and leaned back into his left palm, earning her attention. “Oh, I wonder.” She replied in a grumpy and tired tone, blowing a few