Short Story

“You haven’t changed a bit. Hey everybody! Hope you’re all doing well!” The guy said. “You’re new. What’s your name?”

MenaMoon looked up "yeah it is say is there anyone your maybe crushing on?" she said half joking but she was interested since she always loves to play matchmaker. "As for names for the Kits I'm not sure I only have a couple names picked" she said looking at FairyClaw. "I may need more depending on how many I have, but I do like the name's RatKit and PumaKit" she says rambling

“Hello, My name is Reese Smith. It’s good to finally to meet you.” I said.

“…and so, your cooperation is utmostly needed and required right now, Mr. Ralston,” Dorne said.

"Here I thought this was cramped when I was stuck in here alone," Cat mutters, voice barely above a whisper. If they're on schedule they're still more than half an hour away from inspection, but old habits die hard and it's better to be safe than sorry.

Al is shaking as he stands in front of the target. I had to throw knives at him. I was really tired and didn’t want to do this. I don’t see why this was necessary, so once Eric asked for a hand I said “is this really necessary?” I tense up, because I know Eric gets mad when you challenge him. We stared at each other for a long time in silence. All of a sudden Eric starts to speak up “I have authority here, remember?, here and everywhere else.” He didn’t say it loud. I don’t even know if anyone in this room heard him, but I know i did. I don’t know what to say, because he does have authority here. I tighten the grip on my knives. I’m holding them so tight that my knuckles are turning white. I turn around to Al. Al was shaking so much,

The tickets had been a gift from his brother Shiro, and he couldn't really say he was disappointed. Keith had never tried to go to warped tour before, because it simply wasn't a priority. He felt a little anxious being alone in such a big crowd but when he was surrounded by the people and music he loved, he learned to adjust. The open air smelled of weed and sweat and the hot sun beat down on all of the attendees of this event. It was tempting to sit on a curb and watch as other people passed, but somehow, a worker had caught Keith's eye.

tubes,” Phillip confessed. “But, I guess I really didn’t have time to look for them either,” he then added. “For me, it wasn’t long before two guys started chasing me down as I tried to run. But they caught me and then I imagine they put me back in my tube. Then, I was back here.”

“Sammy, I’m fine,” I said, grabbing my wallet, jacket, and keys from my car. “I’m going to spend an hour at a bar then I’ll get back to you on it.”

“Naomi.” As Naomi says her name, she winks. I’ll be surprised if she’s the resident flirt.

''What’s happening?'' Worriedly asked Iris as Barry’s head tilted to his right before his whole body was leaning forward in his chair.

wide round face with a huge smile and short black hair cut straight as if she had a bowl on her head. Like most Flatheads she was reserved. The top accountant, Gertrude, a local girl exemplified all the typical Flathead features, and appeared quite unattractive wearing glasses as thick as the windshield of a car with a complexion reminiscent of the wicked witch of the east. All in all though the bean counters were a pleasure to work with. They pretty much stayed in the back and criticized all the bookkeeping mistakes the desk clerks made during the day. One could say they were the brains of the operation, as they carried out their duties and kept track of all the beans. As Japes became more and more popular with the staff the Flatheads

It was Christmas Eve day in London, England 2015 and Baltimore was in a staring with his cat Shawlings. “Blast!!!” he called out. “You’ve beaten me once again in another staring contest, Shawlings. I don’t know how you do it”. Shawlings starred as Baltimore hopped off of his bed to get his phone and text his all-time and only best friend Sebastian. Baltimore: Hey, Bastian, you wanna come over now?... He noticed that Sebastian hadn’t texted back as fast as usual. He looks over to Shawlings. “He isn’t texting back like he usually does, Shawlings… Oh well I guess I’ll just call him in about five minutes” he said; jumped onto the bed to continue his staring contest with Shawlings.

"So-" Her friend had a smug expression on his face. "-you’re the one ‘they’ were talking about. Huh. We didn’t expect we would come across you sooner than we expected."

"And you look too much like a princess to act as rude as you do but I guess looks aren 't everything, huh Gerard." He retorted, smiling slightly and shrugging as the boy stared at him.