Short Story

“No I am perfectly fine thanks. But really I was in the upstairs room of the building you know and there was a mirror and a monster and…”

“I...I don’t know what just happened,” I said, my voice quiet and weak. The shadow slowly emerged from the wallpaper behind John. “John. Behind you.”

“I was in the city,” I say and try to wring out some of the water from my hair and dress as I step under the small village of makeshift shelter our dwindling numbers have put together. It was all we can afford since the city is too dangerous to be in at night. Here we can see danger coming before it hits

“But I don’t understand,” I said after a moment, blood pounding in my ears. “You want to help me right?”

“I don't know, not that I care either.” That was the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice.

“It’s where it’s supposed to be. I think the class before us is still meeting.” You reply simply.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

“Yes this is she, may I ask who is calling.” Becky asked confused as to why someone would be calling at 1:45 am.

“You were telling me how you got here.” He stopped looking at the ground. “I said you don’t have to talk about it.”

"Oh, now look what I did." She huffs, scooping up the content. She's placing the last item in the box when she started getting an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she's being watched. Turning towards the door, she sees a large dark mask staring back at her. Glancing around, she notices children's toys are suspended in midair all around her. Suddenly, the small unit fills with music and children's laughter as the toys begin dancing about. Letting out a terrifying scream, she bolts towards the front of the building. She felt something grab a hold of her leg as she steps out of the door.

The explosion creates a visible jagged hole and we escape getting as many through as possible. After it seals the hole we count how many we have. We have 30 people wailing, shouting, screaming stuff like my baby's still in there all sorts. When the word gets to lord loss that we have escaped he's raging all curses he can think of. We turn away help most win over their fears. We all try to obtain normality in life once

He leans back in his chair, giving me his full attention. In that moment, I wish I could've told him how much it sucked being a moron who couldn't keep her mouth shut in front of the wrong people.

"Hey, I didn't want to wake you when I left." I confess, "sorry for sneaking out."

Looming near the cave entrance, rays of golden sunlight streaming in, Cathaldus stretches. The storm has been silenced and he can already feel the familiar tingle in his wings as they flutter in desperation to feel the sun again. He gives them a shake, flapping and stretching outwards before once again pulling them around him tightly to feel their warmth. Deasun’s cloak weighs heavy against his skin, worn but soft from rubbing against Deasun’s armor plates as he pulls it closer. The garment still smells of the Esu, reminding the lonely Ceo of smoke and the smell of charcoal. It makes his chest tighten, his entire being aching to once again embrace the male close against him.

The rest of the evening to tried to come up with excuses to avoid having to spend much of the night with Sirius Black and his group of horrid friends. You tried everything, you mustered up all of your acting skills and took to the hospital wing, attempting to convince Madame Pomfrey that you were seriously ill; she, of course, saw right through you, and you left the wing feeling defeated and shameful. You even went as far as to provoke Professor McGonagall, hoping that she’d give you detention for the evening, but all you got was a scolding and a 2 foot essay.