Short Story

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Raven said, “Oh, you funny man you.” She then looked at the beautiful bouquet blossomed in the bright sun.

I think I just heard the floorboards creek. She must be awake now. Abigail slowly walks into the living room. She yawns and asks, "How long have you been up?" "Not very long" I reply. She sits down next to me. She's blushing and trying to avoid eye contact. It makes sense,

"Oh No...Rose...I don't need..." But before I could finish, Rose muttered a spell and threw an outfit she conjured from thin air at me. I was glad to see it was just a simple blue dress that went down to my ankles. It came with a jean jacket that looked warm. Rose winked at me, obviously expecting thanks. I sighed, knowing if I didn't put it on she would turn my hair purple. (No, Nico, I don't think purple is a good hair

The room was filled with people, yet he was the only face I could see. We had only talked for a few minutes when he told me he got us tickets for the Lunts. I was so thrilled to see the show, I had planned to go for ages. He hurried me outside to go catch a cab. Fortunately, one arrived fairly quickly. Once we entered the cab I stared outside my window for a while. I couldn’t get myself to turn and look at him. My legs were twitching with nervousness. A few minutes passed then I felt him slowly move closer. He gave me this sort of bizarre yet lovely glare, then he put his hand on my chin and pulled me towards him. I quickly gave his hand a light slap and pulled my head back, slamming it into the

"Don't squirm pig. You've had this coming for a long time!" Officer Danytha winced as the punk whipped her hand across the young Elf's face. Her uniform was ripped and stained from being dragged through the dirt, her normally alabaster complexion smeared with a combination of blood, sweat, and mud. Another impact came, throwing her to the ground hard and knocking the wind from her lungs.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off.

Princess Meredith excitedly rushed to her bedroom to get ready. Flinging all the clothing from her closet, she picked out her favorite gown. Pink with diamonds and sparkles, her gown glistened in the sunlight as she twirled around her room. Gleaming like the diamond earrings she was wearing, the shoes she picked out sat neatly on display in the corner of her room. Curling

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,

“I’m glad I caught you before you closed. I wanted to know if you had this dress or something like it.” He retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket. As I walked closer to him, all I could do was admire this man’s beauty. He showed me a picture of a pink lace front dress from the collection that’s arriving

The interrogation room I was sitting in was cold and kind of dark. I get why it's like this but I don't understand why I'm here.

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.

Phelps and Umonakalisi reached the bottom of the stairwell, stopping just long enough to catch their breath, but with the location of their foe unknown, Phelps opened a crack in the door just wide enough to hear the silence of the empty corridor. They were alone. Their prey still alluded them, and both men burst through the doors, setting off at a sprint along the passageway. Within thirty seconds, the signs on the walls announced the beginning of Hangar G. Phelps slowed. He searched for an entrance. Then, he stopped beside one of the huge maintenance doorways and pressed the access panel. The door remained unmoved.