Short Story

You concluded that you were asleep. Everything around you was pitch black and you were in a trace-like state.

The group concluded that, at nearly five-past, the gnats would have to go hungry and they filed out of the booth. They slipped past Evan without much more than a cursory word-- whether the presence of two known staff members assuaged him or it was just in his nature to be completely unperturbed by a quintet of off-the-clock individuals stepping confidently past the Employees Only sign was unclear.

“Don’t take my answer of ‘no’ as a coward’s response, but I’m trying to make it back home to my family. Up until this point, we’ve only been gassed. We’re still in the dark, but nothing is attacking us. I think if we tough it out, we’ll make it out of here alive. But if we go snooping in the dark, there’s no telling what we might find.”

From the region of Tekoa not so far from Jerusalem, to Trevecca, in the heart of Nashville, humble boy Amos changed his humble life from working with sheep and planting sycamore trees, to serving fancy drinks at the 1901 Coffee Shop. Logan Rodgers could not hold himself from having such gifted human being at his coffee shop, for Amos could see visions about Tennessee! From living humbly feeding pigs, Amos was now silent discoing, shaving his beard only twice a year.

I woke up to someone shaking me I slowly opened my eyes to meet beautiful blue ones I felt this pull and I automatically knew it was the alpha I was still sleepy so I broke eye contact and rolled over groaning "couldn't you wait to talk to me once I woke up?" I asked him "you are mine I'll talk to you whenever I want" he answered I was appalled "what the hell does that mean I'm not your fucking property I'm no one's" I said my voice rising as I stood from the bed he walked towards me grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down "you are mine" he growled he literally growled at me I stood up poking him in the chest as I spoke "well i don't want to be yours" i told him regretting it as his eyes flashed hurt but instantly went back to normal "to

Staying in the middle of New York currently is bothersome. There is a raging heat outside and my air conditioning unit has broken down. No one comes into my shop, except for my regulars, anymore. No one believes in old styled medicine, anymore. No one, except, for the boy roaming in my shop comes in, anymore. He looks about fourteen and a little dirty, but who isn’t at his age. His footsteps cause my discolored floorboards to creak, I hope he doesn’t fall through one of them. His green eyes look lost, but his body knows where he is. He comes in regularly and at the same exact time, two o’clock p.m. His watch goes off, he turns it off, then he sets a new time, and begins to roam. Now, he is in the back end of my storefront, looking at the

Mitch clung to the side of the cliff, wincing at the burn from his virtual muscles, his arms shaking as he heaved a leg up and over the edge. As his palm hit a soft tuft of neon-green grass, he thought about how real it felt. An oasis of organic sensation in an otherwise overclocked world. The cool blades calmed his soul for a whole two seconds before a fresh blast of digital artillery ricocheted off the nearest rock, sending shards flying into the back of his hand, tearing at the flesh as he clung for dear life.

There was a small whimper. Harry paused and looked towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. It was Louis he could see the boy's fluffy brown hair through the crack in the door.

“We don’t have enough evidence yet to hold Gary, but there are still many unanswered questions. I want to check some other details before we release him. We’ll see you later. When you get your answers, would you mind sending me a copy?” Detective Ward Asked.

It was New York City in 5028 when this tragedy was established. All people were forced to go bald! This was not okay according to anybody, especially Jessica. Jessica was a 15 year old girl who was particularly shy and quiet, her hair was her protection. But when she was told by the authorities that a new law was established that everyone had to go bald, she went crazy. Literally Crazy. She kicked the officers and ran away to an abandoned house in the area where she hid until the authorities found her and shaved her hair for her. But she put up a fight, and it was a good try.

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

Before Xion could even lift herself out of bed to open the door, Roxas let himself into her room and plopped himself down on the bed. "Hey! Mornin' Xion!" He greeted.

“No!” Taehyung exclaimed out loudly. Taehyung is not ignorant, he knew if he allowed that to be empty, he would be used and abused. But truthfully, Taehyung has never really thought of it and he was afraid he’ll miss something and regret it. But anything was better the blank spot, especially with dirty tricky people like this. “I would say no to gun play, blood play, actually any play including the body that isn’t fucking normal. I am against dicks.”

If I was going to be invisible for one day. I would go out in a person's house and start to make things in the there house., I would go and do him because it would look like it was moving by itself. When I do this, they are going to start wondering if they put that there. When I start doing that, i would do it for a bit and start to freak them out a little. When they start to get freaked out, i would start and put dolls in a box and put it on their porch and knock on the door and wait till they take it inside.

“It was here the entire time. We just didn’t see it before because it was covered with a rug and dust.” Twist yanked the cord. The trapdoor swung up, and a wooden ladder clattered into place behind one of the walls. “Come on.”