Short Story

Wes 1's mom threatened that if he kept slacking off, she would send him to military school.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

''Not we, Cisco. Me. I need to do this alone'' Instantly answered back the speedster, without hesitation. His answer wasn’t harsh, but it was firm and definitive.

“Erica, I know a part of you can understand me,” Moxxie said. “We have a place for you. A place you can exist without the worry of any harm coming to you. You simply need to put the child down and come with us.”

A geocacher had spent a whole day playing find the next closest cache. By evening, he wasn’t even sure where he was, at least 50 miles from home. He had parked at a forest preserve ended up on a fairly deserted trail with just a couple caches he had found without incident. At this point according to his smartphone, there was only one cache left in the whole area, but it was just across from an overpass his trail was leading to. As he approached one end, there was a sign with the warning, DO NOT CROSS. He looked around. He hadn’t seen another person or car for some time. The overpass looked fairly normal, a wooden pedestrian walkway over tall trees flanking a fairly wide stream. No other way dry way to cross that he could see. He

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

The lopsided battle raged for over two hours, the Army and Marines, also cleared the housing area. They captured seventy-five of the enemy combatants to include one make believe General, who told them they had no right to hold him as the United States of America no longer existed as far as he was concerned. Finally, out of exasperation at hearing the man rant and rant, Captain Gaston, who was now in Tomakow headquarters, had him tied and gaged then set into a corner so they didn’t have to listen to him anymore.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

“I’m fine, really,” Jared said as he closed his trailer door, still holding the ice pack over his now blackened eye. The truth was he was anything but fine.’ He shakily walked over to the couch and sat down. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t’ hurt. The crew had just witnessed and broken up Jensen kicking his ass up and down the set.

Hi I am Bobby and i’m just your average senior student at GeorgeTown College right outside Washington D.C. I finally got back to D.C. after school one day and am walking right next to all of the nice houses on the strip downtown. There was one that really stood out to me, all of the these house the windows were shut except for this one and there was something odd sticking out of that window, so I am going to head up and go check it out. It could be very dangerous if it fell and hit someone, it is going to be a very hard to reach, there are a lot of guards and guard dogs surrounding this one house. I began to enter the front door and one of many guards stop me and says .