Short Story

“Yeah…I-It fits…” They look in the mirror and a smile tugs at the corner of Ryan’s lips, tears start to prick their eyes and they choke back a sob.

“No, this can’t be right.” Sonya paced the breadth of the room while the thief sat at the edge of the bed. “I was told it was rogues or something, not an assassin. More importantly, why would the High Council just kill a random merchant? He wasn’t shouting blasphemy at them or a traitor to the kingdom.”

Nowhere near extreme enough. The fucker still breathed. Andreas scrubbed his gun hand over his head, the hum in his blood keeping him on edge, the caged animal in him fighting for release, he paced the room.

After having waited for three days, unsure of Hannah's intentions or if she'd attempt to contact him again, Todd had been relieved when he'd walked in on it, and felt as if a burden had lifted from his shoulders. However, despite her reply and the security that it filled him with that he hadn't lost her, and likely wouldn't, the man was still pissed, and in truth, it wasn't so much with her, but with himself. The woman had affected him like no other from the end of a keyboard, and Todd was one who enjoyed being in control. Who needed to be in control and yet, in such a short space of time, she'd seemed, without even trying, to take that from him. He wasn't used to be the one waiting, to be unsure of what was going to happen, if he'd be

From the region of Tekoa not so far from Jerusalem, to Trevecca, in the heart of Nashville, humble boy Amos changed his humble life from working with sheep and planting sycamore trees, to serving fancy drinks at the 1901 Coffee Shop. Logan Rodgers could not hold himself from having such gifted human being at his coffee shop, for Amos could see visions about Tennessee! From living humbly feeding pigs, Amos was now silent discoing, shaving his beard only twice a year.

“If the shooters are on the second floor, then when we get to the first floor, they can see us, and there is no cover for about fifty feet. This is the safest spot for us now. Now let’s figure out how to get out of he-----.” They both froze, not daring to make a noise. They both held their terrified gazes, in very quiet, slow movements, Alex mouthed the words, “They are right there!” as he pointed at the ceiling. Then they heard voices, right outside of the elevator doors about seven feet above their heads.

“Freshness is Greatness!” What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we’re doing a toothpaste commercial. It’s hard to believe we’re actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and ask me and you don’t build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m the fool who can’t see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There’s a kid over there, maybe I could ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He’s wearing a hoodie and those baggy jeans kids like to wear these days, he’s probably black too. As I approached him he turned around and I could see that he was. “Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?”

After battling traffic for forty-five minutes, Arthur arrived at the hospital and checked in at the front desk. The receptionist was pleasant when she informed him it would be a bit of a wait before he could see Tristan, and to take a seat in the waiting area.

Early in the summer of 2016 my mom and dad took me, my brother Cole, and my dog Finn to Florida. We started off only wanting to stay for two weeks but it slowly became home. We were living in I'm a good sized condo with a balcony that looked out over the ocean. The balcony had white winding stairs leading down to a patio and the complex pool. Next, to the pool, there is a bridge that leads out to the warm white beaches of Florida. It was now mid-June and I was starting to get bored of the summer, my mom and dad went to work and Cole went to summer school. Most of the time it was just me and Finn relaxing on the beach. Until one day I was walking down the complex to get the mail and I had a weird feeling that something was going to

The last of the flames disappeared in a puff of smoke. Kieran’s arms were raised a moment longer and he slowly lowered them to his sides. He dearly hoped that Captain Cai will only see his power as sorcery, instead of fire wielding. Most citizens of his empire were either talented at sorcery or the ability to wield fire (or neither). On rare circumstances, an individual could have talents for both but the royal family wielded the power to control both forms of magic for generations. So, Kieran dearly hoped that Captain Cai won’t mistake it for fire wielding since it was a talent that is native to the people of the Drage Empire.

“Now, we need to get along with the introductions, so that I can get back to target practice.” Jack interjected, clearly tired of being ignored.

“What don’t you understand by that?” I responded. “I told you, my Ayah always did.”

If that doesn't happen... Let's hope it's the start of good things between you and my son-in-law. - What do you have for me? - Not much.

I'm sure this will jog your memory. You know who it was, right? Just tell me and you get to keep the money.

I dragged Salim to an alleyway with Kat close behind. I jumped up on the fence and tried to vault over it but failed miserably. I could hear it laughing at me like I was a clown in a circus. Scrunched up my face and tried once more. I could hear shouting and glanced behind me to see him getting closer.