Short Story

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

“What did you say?” I mutter to him because of how loud he is being.

"Baby?" He giggled. I could hardly hear him speaker over the loud music in the background.

“I reckon I just might be a little jealous,” said Henry. “The two of you seem mighty cozy since that day in the cave.”

He looks around doesn’t see anything squeezing him and shrugs confused. She just starts bawling and laughing so hard, "I guess we still have differences on how we say things".

This time, I wait by the building door and wave them goodbye before heading inside.

“Excuse me? That’s none of your damn business.” I say, and place my hand on my hip. I’m so mad at him that I’m now blowing the hair out of my face instead of just tucking it back.

“The job, please. I can’t deal with her right now. The police were there early, there was a helicopter, Mooney’s man wasn’t there, and there was too many police.” I listed.

Fascinated by her ability to switch topics to keep the conversation going, he says nothing. In fact, the more she talks the more he no longer sees her as the rude bitch.

If. If this, if that. If not for that, I'd have had it in the bag. "I'd have won if he didn't topdeck raigeki." Ramram in the grave and a whiptail in hand and you choose to summon drident with your chakanine. If he didn't have raigeki though! Yeah I guess your double drident wins if he didn't have raigeki but he had no board wipes in his grave and you go for it anyway. "If he didn't have honest!" as you sit there with dimensional prison in hand. Yeah, good on ya. If.

Initially golden eyes were drawn to examining the manor that stood imposingly existent, as most noble dwellings did, though at the question they turned menacingly towards the offending party. Plenty of Eliseo’s days had passed with his brother’s devious second hand man lingering overhead, and he could detect the subtle threat that lay dormant beneath a guise of parting pleasantries. If features weren’t already stiffened from the metal that encased the lower half of his face the outright disrespect of such an inquiry would have been capable of producing the same result, and yet he felt the message was conveyed well by the narrowed gleam of an already impatient glare. “Ensuring the sanctity of the Devore name is, and will always be, my

As the sun peeked over the grassy mountains, I sat patiently on the dining room table as the phlebotomist drew my blood, for the fourth time. For the past few weeks, my symptoms had fallen into an oscillating pattern, changing, with no indication. I’ve seen about every doctor in cardiology, neurology, endocrinology, and pediatrics, yet none of them could come to a comprehensive conclusion. As school rapidly approaches so does the need for an answer, along with my fears. I wonder how only a few weeks ago everything seemed perfectly normal, with me even attending a debate camp where I met the most amazing people, and how everything changed from there.

“My name is Ty” he starts, “I never knew that toys could talk! Especially not this kind!”

I take one last look in the mirror, making sure that Lexi 's white hairs aren 't on my dress and open the bedroom door. I stick out my head to see if my grandma or Athena are outside. I just know that they are going to ask something.

I stood next to her door for a couple more minutes before replying with a silent, "all right" and walked back into my bedroom, going back to my book.