Short Story

He could not make up his mind if it was a small island and he was very close, or if it was a massive one and he was far way. Still continuing to take step after step across the water, across the stretch of glass like liquid, he reached the sandy island. The moment his bristled toes touched the hot sand, Judai immediately fell into a deep slumber. When he hit the ground, his head split apart like an acorn in the mouth of a hungry squirrel. Memories of the past, every thought of his childhood, every story he had heard in school, spilled out of the crack in his head and blew away in the wind to be buried in the golden stretch. The sun rose and fell many times before he awoke again. In his sleep, sand had gotten into his eyes and mouth, and Judai was in terrible discomfort. He got up from this hypnotic spell and realized that this island, this desert hell had been his final prospect, left to ruin, to talk to the sand, alone for

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

Metal grated against metal, emitting a loud screeching noise as the world around him lurched upward. Already on the ground, he attempted to stand up, only to fall down, and a sharp pain shot through his hands and knees. Again, sticking out a hand and leaning against the metal wall next to him for support, he tried to stand, but all attempts proved futile as he fell a second time on his hands and knees. He sat up against the wall, pulling his legs up tight against his chest and screamed for help as the world shook around him.

You would never have seen it had you not know where to look.After he left Salt caverns he was leaving and on the trail there were no signs to know where to go.Then he realized it was getting a little dark and he would have to wait until the morning. The next morning,the sun was up and he got all of his stuff and began on the trails and then he was recognizing the trees or the marks. He stopped for a second to retrace his steps. Bahauddin doesn't know where he is and tries to find his way but cant remember where he went before he fell asleep.There is no one around for him to ask so he could at least know where he is.He first goes by the side where there are not as many trees and sees smoke as if someone had just burned out there fire from

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

They all start running after him and they see him go through a hidden door, seeing where the door was, they went in and found something they would have never thought to see. They found a hidden village and they went to ask someone where they were. Then four mountain people came up to them with spears, then they started to talk in some different language. Then the four mountain men split up and in between came the chief of the mountain people. He spoke fluent english, and he said

Raising his right hand, the left was grasped the rock, white knuckled and sore. The hand finding what it needed, but losing it after only a microsecond. He tried again and was able to make the position work. But as he lifted his leg to use more force, his left hand slipped. He felt the fall in slow

Of all possible outcomes, this was unexpected. Death, no answer, not for them, but, before he could say this, the giant slab shuddered. As though someone was using a jackhammer to bore from the underside, it fractured causing cracks to spider outward from underneath Phenix’s form, splintering the rock into smaller pieces, which fell into the black abyss below, taking his brother.

When he woke up he could feel his arm in so much pain. Even more than when he fell off his house before. At first he thought it was broken but it wasn't. He had broken bones before. So he probably just tore his muscle. He wanted to get from the mountain. But his arm was in to much pain. So then he tried to sit up, but his arm was in to much pain to handle. It started to rain, and he had a glimpse of what seemed like a bear cave. So he got up and went to it.

Jo yelled “What mate?” as the man grabbed his arm with incredible strength and jumped out the window. The man was moving so fast Jo didn’t get a chance to stand up. He was being dragged down the road with the man. He hit his head on a huge, conveniently placed rock in the middle of the road and blacked out. It was a rough ride for Jo.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

Beside him, Kareste did likewise. Fire lashed out from her fingers. It lit the tunnel with a sizzle of light and heat, but when it subsided the warriors were still there, advancing upon them, driving them deeper into the tombs.

Time was still, the fight currently consuming our lives was unbelievable. We all fought, desperate for a short chance to breathe. The black shimmer that formed under the crack resembled another piece of the gateway, but it was Celtic. I couldn’t decide what was more important for him, saving lives on the pavilion to prevent more injuries from occurring or helping in medical. Either way, I was grateful for his

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.