Short Story

“For the boy sake, it would be beneficial if you could explain things to him and then maybe Manyara would loosen-up.”

He sat down, and fidgeted with his shirt sleeve, then turned to her, "Aww, come on, what does one kiss hurt?

I rubbed the back of my neck, which was feeling prickly. "His determination is too powerful, at the moment, all I can do is talk to him. You can do that too I presume, am I correct, Kyuubi?"

Theron offered a genuine smile, one that Fynta hadn’t seen in years. She didn’t register the danger in those warm, hazel eyes until he had a firm grip on her waist and his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was fleeting, hardly anything, but the knowledge that her husband was standing right behind them knocked the breath from her lungs.

“Do you feel as though you could share them with me?” She questioned. I really don’t, but I need help, and she was all I could find.

After about ten minutes or so he noticed that Louis was becoming restless again. He sighed and began to rocked with the boy trying to calm him.

Instead, his gaze narrowed onto the woman at the front desk. She gazed at her nails instead of greeting them, brightly-colored lips curled into a pout. A small metal name tag at her side read Katya.

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.

You sighed as the wind blew through your skirts, your back resting against the trunk of a large elm. Each day after school you would sit under the tree and or sketch or write or do your homework. You might watch the sunset or pet a stray cat that happened to be passing by. But you enjoyed this time to be alone, to collect your thoughts, and to observe the natural world around you.

“You know I'm not really smart, you're gonna have to help me out here…” With that, you attacked his lips, wrapping your fingers in his hair. He flinched in shock when his lips met your, but gradually melted into your arms. They were surprisingly soft and warm. However, you broke the kiss a bit too quickly, so you could see how he reacted. You gazed at him, questioningly.

Brian placed himself in front of me and extended his hand to Liz. "I am not sure if you remember me, but I am Brian Ross. Isabel’s other half and Mary’s brother."

“Tristan, why don’t you and Annis come to my father’s party?” Arthur asked with one hand resting on his apartment door on the way out. “Come on, there’ll be free food and all.”

Get up my mom says, we have to go to the Dells to day. But I never heard my alarm go off so why are you waking me up right now, ringgg there it is. I got out of bed and, I ask my mom how long is the drive there. She told me after we pick up our cousins it will be about 4 hours there and back. I replied ok that sounds good. When we got to our cousins house we talked for a little bit then made sure everybody had their stuff so we could get going. My mom said on the way their is anyone hungry because we won’t be eating for awhile.

The Greyhound took him south on Interstate #95. Once the bus pulled into the Miami bus terminal three days later Sylvester got off. The night air was warm and heavy with a swamp smelling humidity. He opened one of the aluminum framed glass doors at the rear of the bus station and stepped inside with the suitcase.

“I had hoped to discuss something with you,” Anya said softly, looking at the ground.”