Short Story

“Hey man, take it easy we are gonna get home!” Peyton exclaimed and raised his voice. “I’m just not sure how.”

“Aaron what are you doing out here? Come back inside, this rounds on me!” Silvia said, breaking up the mess that was in the process.

“Just some things I picked up in New Orleans a few years back,” she said and smiled. The smile was not one of amusement or happiness. She set the bag down on the table and unzipped it. When Sam started to reach in, she slapped his hand. “Hands off, buddy. I got this.”

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

"Look..." Sam sighed quietly. "Just give me the caps and I'll tell him you're gone, and he won't bother you anymore."

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.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

Allanon clued everyone in on what they’d seen and heard from other druids and witches in the area as soon as they arrived. “The hunters arrived this morning. They have brought with them ten trackers and are now searching for you and Tegan. As far as we can tell, they are in an uproar over Beorn going missing too. So far, they do not know he has jumped from their side. The dark ones are going on the assumption that we have done something to him.” He pushed his thick, blond hair back. “We are hoping they keep thinking it. If they know you are helping us, I believe all bets are off for the humans as well.”

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.

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

Weiss crept through the woods alone, it was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to set. The Atlas sky was being decorated with beautiful shades of reddish pink. It had been a while since Weiss had been out at this hour, given an opportunity to see such a sight, but she had to pass up the chance of watching the alluring skyline. Weiss was on a mission, a mission of which she was limited on time, so she had no time to waste. Earlier that afternoon, Weiss had received an anonymous message, the anonymous sender of said message claimed that Weiss' trusted partner was in their possession. And in order to save her, Weiss would have to meet them at a certain longitude, and latitude location at six o'clock pm sharp with no weapon, or other

I remember you fired me because of my volatile tendencies, but you hired a pyromaniac to be Sawada-kun's tutor instead!"

Right now, Chris, Beth, Ben, Michael and I are at the park near the school, for the first event of the war. Michael just explained what the first event of the war is: The High Heels Race.

Sylvester stood leaning forward, with his hands on the rim of the concrete planter. His head hung low. He was sweating freely and he was breathing fast. “Chase,” he said, looking across at him.

“Shhhhhh…” while, Sopa spoke the other two men had their index finger on their lips.