Short Story

His alarm went off early the next morning and he groaned as he got up to turn it off. He was just starting to fall asleep. He barely remembered the night before, and he was as tired as a kid could be. He struggled as he slowly forced himself out of bed and to his closet to get dressed.

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under his steps. He reached his room and turned the handle as softly and quietly as he could, pushing the door open just enough to sneak inside his room, so that the hall lights wouldn’t shine in and

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

“Just think, Jan, if we continued on we could reach Highgarden in three days.” Alayna pointed out as she and Janna road ahead of the rest of their group.

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

“OLD MAN WILLIAMS!” she shouted trying to get his attention while abruptly halting her bike.

Rudy had a lot to learn about reading. Meredith half listened to his voice at the back of the crowd as she swiped left, left, left. She'd heard him read it so many times she had it memorized. He should be toning it down though. People wanted to co-create the emotional experience.

“Arriving at the top of the stairs, Andrew said, “That room by the light fixture is their bedroom,” he said, pointing to a door about twenty-five feet down the hallway.

It was Saturday morning and I had just woke up. I received an email from the coach that coaches one of the best teams. I could not believe what I had just seen. On the email it wrote “Dear Victoria, I had watched you play in a few games, and I think you would be a good addition to my team. Would you want to come to practice tonight?” I thought to myself, I am not good enough, so maybe I should not go. But as the day went on, I actually thought that I should go just for the experience.

The group concluded that, at nearly five-past, the gnats would have to go hungry and they filed out of the booth. They slipped past Evan without much more than a cursory word-- whether the presence of two known staff members assuaged him or it was just in his nature to be completely unperturbed by a quintet of off-the-clock individuals stepping confidently past the Employees Only sign was unclear.

Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

Daniel opened his eyes and immediately squeezed them shut against the bright sunlight spilling in from his bedroom window. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. His head was still pounding from the night before. Danny thought back to the events that took place that night. They were the same as any other night had been for a while. He awoke at the same exact time, three A.M. and he had to fight for his life.

What he saw when he turned into his own unpaved puddled driveway was a decrepit house, crooked and unfinished with many different types of old bricks and a plastic tarp lining the roof from the destructive storm. As he walks into the house that looks like it is going to fall down into a pile of rubble and dust, all you see is the stepladder, the unfinished kitchen shelves, exposed stairs and warm wood. Everything in his view ought to be white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre and was faded and yellow.The candlelight was flickering like a small child drowning wildly and scared. The floor creaks like a weeping willow in the wind. The doors were falling off their hinges like trees without roots. The