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?

Alice awoke to the sound of her own screaming. Her body shaking, scared, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling--- she picked one up, placed it over the other and pressed tightly to calm herself down. She glanced over at her clock. It read 3:47.

Mara and Viviana heard a loud voice echoing through the hallways of the hospital. They didn’t want to hear it due to the horrific events that have been happening in the hospital. Instead of listening to that terrifying voice, they talked to each other to distract themselves from it. They promised that they wouldn’t leave each other in times of danger. An hour had passed and the twins needed to find a way to get out of the hospital. “Mara,” Viviana

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.

Hearing the bell ring put panic into Ayden. He was not prepared for what was coming today. Millions of thoughts ran through his head at once. Ayden didn't know what he would do. Ayden decided to just sit there, hoping he could wait it out. Ayden checked the clock. 2:46 PM, he had to take action. Ayden got up and slowly crept through the halls, trying to avoid the others. Ayden almost escaped, but he waited too long. There they were, he had no other choice. Ayden tried to run, but he was grabbed by the leader, ready for what was about to come.

Jacy shakes her head saying, "Then who ta-ta-apped on my sho-sho-shoulder. Why would my brain ever want to fo-fo-fool me?" As they talked with Jacy, she felt a soft, pokey fur on her neck. So she jumps up and screams like she saw her idol. They turned around, and there was nothing there. She looks around saying, "We have not even spent 1 night and I have already freaked out. I don't think I can do this for a whole week." They all try to calm her down. After Jacy was calm, they went to get their bags from the front porch. They all decided to sleep in the living room with each other, even though there were 6 rooms. They unpacked, ate, and talked for a while until they felt sleepy. Everyone fell asleep around 10:00 pm. One night was down, but

5:59. The numbers blared, lit up in red. In a few seconds they would change, bringing on the new day. As they changed, music was released into the air, and Amy stirred. Her fingers reached for the contraption, though her eyes were not even opened. It was a well rehearsed dance, one she did five days out of the week. Two buttons over to the left and press. Now she knew she had ten more minutes, but by the time the music sounded once more, she would not be in the room. As inviting as the softness of the satin sheets and the warmth the bed held was, the day would wait for no one. She would take a few minutes to brush her locks from her face and rub her eyes until the ceiling above came into perfect focus. He was in bed next to her, still sleeping

Roman slumps into the bedframe, retching out a sigh that carries through the room. I remain still by the door, ever so slightly tense with anticipation. My eyes flick to the walls and the tables. There are cigarettes haphazardly scattered across the coffee table by the window. Godammit.

It looked like the forest was dead, and that it had been dead for years. A cold chill ran against their skin, making it crawl.

Dorian and I cast don’t-notice-me spells on all of us and we went through the door as stealthily as half a dozen people can.

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.

Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is

After the third day of tension, Jess spoke with Austin in their rooms; once more cleaning his guns. “It’s time boy.” “Time for what ol’ man?” “A time to kill or be killed. Austin, I’d appreciate it if you’d take Clara and Lena on their buggy ride earlier than usual today.” Austin argumentatively replied “I ain’t leaven’ you Jess! I’ll make sure the ladies stay out of sight but if one of us dies, Clara and Angel deserve to grieve.” “Angel? You mean Lena?” Jess said as he finally looked away from his guns. “Yes Angel. I’m the only one allowed to call her that so you’d best call her by Lena until she’s okay with it.” “So, you finally figured out you love the girl.” Jess asked. “Yes Jess and I intend to ask her to marry me when

I've come to know these words well, as it's my favorite fight song. Ironwood has asked for me to do his dirty work. I guess his “specialists” aren't special enough. I'm about decline, of course, when Ironwood starts filling me in. Atlas was under threat of a Yeti Grim, as tall as a mountain, and everyone they sent in failed to take it down, so naturally, it was my turn. That’s my job. I’m a consulting specialist. As the only one with the title, it's sure is a pain for them if I turn down a job. I’m a wild card. A freelance that travels the world looking for the best fights and most interesting adventures. One thing I try to never get mixed up in is the world's troubles. I don't care about “making peace” or “stopping evil”. I can leave that

The alarm clock exploded with an ear blistering ring as Nadia shot up from bed, her eyes still red from her deep sleep she was just ripped out of. She rubs her eyes as she walks over to the curtains to shine light into her pitch-black room. As she steps out of the bed she stubbed her toe on her dresser, wincing in pain as it starts to bleed. Quickly opening the curtains, she limps as fast as her foot will let her to the bathroom, where she washes it off and wraps a Mickey Mouse band-aid on it to stop the bleeding.