Short Story

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

“Fuck…” Taehyung whispered in shellshock, watching the man in front of him fall limply, causing a very loud thud as blood splurge out of him. Taehyung swallowed thickly, lowering the gun slowly and shakily, the back of his hand raising up to his left cheek, removing the left over blood. Taehyung just killed someone. Taehyung, the happy go lucky-the animal loving-have blonde moment man, killed someone. “Fuck…” Taehyung hissed loudly, dropping down his knees, quickly crawling over to the dead body before remembering who the man was and what he was second away from doing. Joon-ho didn’t deserve to die though, but it was either him… or Taehyung.

“When we opened the doors in the kitchen, we were shocked to find a door leading to the basement. Lying right in the middle of the floor, there were submachine guns, handguns and several rifles along with many knives. We also found a machine used for making false ID’s and driver’s license hidden in the basement that’s why Mathew Morgan’s driver’s license looks so real. Since Mr. Hudson lived alone, no one ever checked on him. As a result, when they murdered him, no one missed him. Pretty smart of Matthew Morgan to find someone like Mr. Hudson and replace him,” Steve said, shaking his head.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had.

“Yes.” She stood and shrugged into her coat. “Everyone, it’s been real, but Merlin and I

In Tibetan, there is a saying, “tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.” Her entire life flashed before her eyes as she watched another vehicle ram into the side of the car she was in. What happened? How did she end up in this situation? Why was this happening to her? All of these questions ran through her head as she woke up in her brother’s lap in shock from the impact. Leading up to this moment shocked her most of all, knowing her life could have been taken away in a matter of 2 seconds made her realize life was a precious thing and she should never take it for granted. What hurt her the most was her brother was the reason why they were involved in this life changing moment in the first place.

These three young ladies (not to leave out their brothers) are never again to be the same after a morning in September of 2002

A few days after the drop, Marcel drove by to visit the farmhouse—this time during the day and dressed in his Rexist uniform. Inside the farmhouse, he revealed the reason for his visit.

It seemed that the elevator traveled several floors beneath the facility. Once the doors opened, the lights automatically came on. “Wow, this looks like some type of ancient dungeon,” said Sam. Both were surprised by how old the facility looked. It was as if it had been there for centuries. Dust was on the shelves, and weird writing was on the walls. It was nothing like the upper floors. The two curiously looked around the area until Dean came upon a golden cube-shaped box. The box looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. It had no cords or ports and was oddly heavy. Sam had heard rumors that Lotus was developing a new gaming system that would blow current systems always. “I bet this is the prototype,” Sam said. Both boys were

“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.

“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.

Gary must have phoned while she slept; he’d left a voicemail to say he would see her for breakfast, and to expect Liz. Jen played the message repeatedly, agonising over each word, his tone, the brevity of the message. She was desperate to see him, to judge the effect her behaviour of last night had had on him, yet she dreaded this encounter. Had he asked Liz to come as a witness or a referee? Coffee was percolating, the croissants warming in the oven. Angie was at the table; Jen could see her knee jerking, as if keeping beat to a song only audible to her.