Short Story

Her stated preference for white gold acted in Richard the thought that there was so much he didn't about Lexi, maybe she had preferred it back then, but he couldn't recall. All the little details and events that occurred in the intervening years. The love for her that he'd back then was still there, and she was still the same person that he'd missed and dreamed of spending his life with, but as he'd grown to a man from a boy, she'd transformed from a girl into a woman, and that brooked changes in any person.

The small Lenvious peeped and flapped it’s small purple wings, scared of her “It’s okay, young one, I will keep you safe with me…” She softly whispered to the hatchling, nuzzling it to make it feel safe. She grabbed her by the scruff of her neck in her mouth and used her nature magic to remove the wood and vines as they cracked into a glowing green mist that dug into her body, absorbing it.

Fynta opened fire. Finally. The rakghoul hybrid moved with surprising speed and agility, dodging side to side as he loped towards them. His skin could’ve been made of durasteel for all the good their bolt did against it. Fynta rolled to one side, coming up behind Vorzoth. “Jorgan, find the weak stop!”

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.

The creature snarled, its body twisting and flailing to push away the pest that was bothering it as it tried to feast. This time when Jade pulled the crowbar back, it moved a bit more easily, the creatures body turning into mushy goo between both she and Dante. With another shriek, she yanked the thing away, its arms thrashing, but its face no longer focused on her beloved.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

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.

A little joltik, surrounded by three karrablast. They were picking on the electric type and haunter swooped down toward the three bugs. Its tongue hit the first of the clamping pokemon, causing it to screech. Joltik looked up and rushed towards where purrloin was. Climbing up onto the dark types back it dug its head into her back.

“Out the back.” She whispered to the three pokemon as they burned a hole through the back of the building. They sprinted off towards the forest as they heard footsteps further behind them. Glancing over her shoulder she saw Ryder, Jack and Izzy giving chase. She smiled under the mask, it was working now she had to lose them in the woods.

Selison grunts and groans as he begins to stir. He tries to fall back asleep but keeps waking up. Eventually something grabs hold of him and yanks him out of bed. He lets out a shout as he falls out of the covers and slams onto the floor, waking Jade, who instantly groans when the hangover hits. Selison hops up to his feet, activates his eyes, extends his talons and is ready to fight. Before he can get his bearings, however, Xasalamel tosses Selison Deomacht, which he catches.

I hesitated before responding and I uttered these words “tell them I am not available.” She hesitated and said ok I will. The phone call ended and I remember looking out the window waiting to see if they had left and they did. I was able for a minute to catch my breath and gain my composure. The phone rang again it was my aunt downstairs. I reluctantly answered and it was my aunt again stating to me that the police left a number to call and I need to respond in 24 hours or I was going to be arrested. I responded to the number and the police detective who was also a D.E.A Agent told me that I needed to come in and talk to them right away. I found the courage to do so and drove to the State Police Barracks. I remember walking in feeling a

Samuel sat on the front steps of his home. He had a sack of sugar next to him which he would take handfuls from to rub into his calloused hands. He sat there, patiently trying to remove the evidence of strenuous labor. Gently, he would rub the sandy texture in circles, his hands making a motion as if he was plotting something evil. When he was satisfied, he tiredly got up to run his hands under the garden hose. Every step he took, he could feel his back pulsing. Years of the same hard work really take a toll on the body. It’s not like Sam had a choice. It's all he knew how to do. He had to work to support his family so that his children wouldn’t have to go through what he did. As he walked through the chipped wood door frame of his home,

Red eyes were burning like fire in the shadowy moonlight, as Walter Pearson stood in the gloom of the giant ruins. Standing over 200 feet tall the stone statues seemed to be staring at Walter with watchful eyes. Carved in the ceiling was a golden dome. Standing beside Walter was Andrew Mal who was also staring awestruck with amazement. Although he was nervous, Walter tried not to show it. He saw shadows in the stone, terror on this new planet and might not even see his parents again. Walter Pearson lived on 1000 Belview Avenue in Florida. His curiosity heightened his intelligence. For a thirteen year old boy like Walter he was very independent. His parents had not been home for some time now. They left because the sun was getting too close

Brian placed himself in front of me and extended his hand to Liz. "I am not sure if you remember me, but I am Brian Ross. Isabel’s other half and Mary’s brother."

It’s exactly eight o’clock when I hear the door open like it does every single day of my dreadful life it seems. I also hear a quiet voice counting along with their steps, and this has become so routine for me I even count along in my head, dreading every single step. Maybe today he’ll turn around and leave, maybe today of all days. This is what I think to myself as I lean over the spotless espresso machine pretending to see a smudge I scrub vigorously trying to shake the sensation of him behind me. I can do this, I only have to deal with this until the end of the week and then I’ll be able to move a few towns over and forget all about this nightmare. When I hear the bell ring to that annoying tune I don’t have to resist the urge to