Short Story

Throughout the past presidential election, and many others, the ideal of electing the president by popular vote has been at an all-time high conversation topic compared to previous years. While many argue that the Electoral College defeats the purpose of voting, and diminishes the majority’s voice, this is certainly not the case. Without the Electoral College, elections would quickly become, and encourage, radical and corrupt ways in their voting systems, that could possibly result in a detrimental nationwide political crisis of voter fraud, and a rise to direct democracy.

“I hear you are taking to your needle well. Even Tilly, who doesn’t like anything, was whispering she would like one of your pieces.”

"I haven't seen him yet," Delia says turning to face me. "Well don't you look gorgeous."

“Yeah, well don’t get used to it,” I reply, “I can’t save your life every time you’re endanger.”

“Do I get a full jacket out of this at some point?” She asked, sounding like a disappointed kid at

“Yes! That’s what I hoped for. Anyways, forget the costume, I hardly care about it now. What have YOU been up to?” I twirl her a little, because I just picked up the beginning of ‘Suavemente’ in the background.

Fredrik then looks over at me, and smiles. "Calm yourself down man, I haven't even started fixing it yet" He says, chuckling slightly.

“So, he wouldn’t recognize shoes, or even if he did, he wouldn’t necessarily know how to tie them?” Joanne asked in amazement.

I stared at her in disbelief. “You do know that this completely ruins the whole 'out of the closet' thing I've got going on, right?”

“Well no one asked you to speak, Y/N.” Bellamy responded, not bothering to show you that he was listening to what you were saying and turned around with a smug expression plastered on his face.

The royal palace of Fidelis was in a greater tizzy than it had been since the celebration of your previous (and failed) betrothal two years ago. And you were much less excited for what was causing it this time around. You had woken up at dawn with a solid feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach once you became cognizant of what would be occurring later in the day. One of the princes of Fidelis’s neighboring kingdoms would be arriving at high noon to begin his courtship. The strong desire to rescind the arrangement, or even your right to the throne filled your heart and mind all throughout breakfast and up until the arrival of the prince. Currently, your maid was escorting you to the main hall of the palace, where you (and you alone) would

"Go to work, Harvey." I say quite rudely. Whoops, really didn't mean for that. He gives me a quick hug before leaving.

“Oh, um, wow, I’m embarrassed.” The lady shrugged easily enough, sending the muscles in her arms flexing. Ann wondered if she was going to need to sit down. Or something

He sighed. “But Adeline, who is there?” The ladies of the court were mostly married, and the few that weren’t were frivolous and silly. Adeline was the only woman of her kind.

Cleopatra knew how to get what she wanted. She was considered a “Mistress of disguise and costume.” She could disguise herself to suit any occasion. With the help of Julius Caesar, Cleopatra regained Egypt’s throne. She bore Caesar a son, but he was already married. She was forced to marry her brother Ptolemy. When Caesar died in 44 B.C., Cleopatra had Ptolemy killed so he wouldn't get in the way of her son’s succession. She also had her sister, Arsinoe, killed to make sure her grip on the throne would be solid. Such acts were important features of ruling politics in Egypt. It was also necessary to keep her life and her son’s. Since she had all threats removed, Cleopatra set out to become the ruler of Egypt.