Short Story

I examined him as we stood facing one another. He stood over a head taller. His golden spirals fell upon his muscled shoulder as they rippled around his square face but, his eyes were his most striking feature as they were iridescent with his

His strong hand finds my nape, cups it, and forces me closer. Malleable, I let him mold me to him, pressing my front to his, and he groans something deep in his throat, sending trembles through me.

His eyes grew intense. He was watching every move I made. However, I ensured my moves were always kind

My retreat was stopped when his finger laced around my wrists. My skin was already warmed by the shower, but his touch was hot. I could feel the creases to his finger pressed into my skin. I didn’t turn as I stood waiting for his words to come. His grip loosened as he slid his hand down stopping once his hand met the back of mine, pressing his thumb into the palm of my hand.

I crouched in front of him, held his face in my warm hands. I wondered if he felt the intensity that ran through to the tips of my fingers.

His fingers delicately weaved their way into my hair as our eyes met. My body was pressed up against his with nearly no space between us. Our mouths were slightly agaped, neither of us really knowing what to say. My heart was numb, but on fire at the same time. My breathing picked up and I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

“No. But I am tolerant,” he said with no explanation. “We were very ethical in our practices. We weren’t indiscriminate, sexual adventurers.”

The sun glimmered through the treeline, and set slowly, casting a deep orange and pink shadow over the mountains. A soft breeze made the strands of pine dance on their branches ever so slightly. The world was quiet. There were no voices, no distractions. Just the light trickling of a stream not far from the cabin. Just the quiet rustle of the trees in the wind. Sage relished in the silence, clinging to it like a new born cub to its mother.

Tensions were rising higher and higher, slowly reaching their destination. Looking at the large white building with many glass windows and a large flight of steps. Isaac lowered his window, sticking his head out to observe the area around him. He noticed the research center seemed much more peaceful than he’d imagined, but with the Sangrine Syndicate around he knew the peace would be short lived. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple cars parked. Sabra knew what had happened inside, not saying a word to anyone. She parked her car near the entrance of the parking lot. Team S.P.D found a place to park also, exiting the car to group up with Sabra and the others. Looking at each other, they moved towards the building

He didn’t look much different, his emotions unreadable with the stoic look that was plastered on his face. The camera crews gave the signal to the people on stage, giving them permission to start.

Once out in the one of the gardens, Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been hoping no one would stop them on their way out of the castle and thankfully, they expedition hadn’t been interrupted. Relaxing, the Reachwoman allowed the cool breeze to wash across her face as the sun blazed in the late morning sky. Her companion, however, wasn’t interested in enjoying the favorable weather.

Sitting cross-legged in the bed of a pickup truck, Adam picks plastic from the inside of a bottle cap.

Rena blankly stared out the window adjacent to her desk. The sky was a bright tint of light blue, and the clouds were ripped up cotton balls. Rena was the first to arrive in her class, and she was assigned a seat in the back. She settled into her homeroom class, by placing her bookbag on the desk’s hook. Her eyes wandered the neatly decorated classroom, taking note of the pictures and figurines of cats lying around.

“I’m sorry about your loss,” Andrew said. “Let me know when you have her service. I want to pay my respects. Take care, and again, I am sorry, she has been a customer for years. We will miss her. I’ll cancel the refills.” Watching as Joshua left the pharmacy. Andrew recalled the many times Linda Gunderman yelled at him for no reason. Rubbing the back of his neck, Andrew sighed, knowing he had done society a big favor by taking care of Mrs. Gunderman.

I“Dremneltahn.” His voice is stern and solid. His soldiers waver in their stance as they look behind them to Selison but they don’t lower their weapons. “Relqo,” he seethes as he clenches his jaw. His soldiers immediately drop their weapons and kneel before him. The human soldiers lower their weapons slightly as everyone leans forward towards Selison. The reporters begin speaking frantically as some of the other people with cameras and phones give their own amateur commentary. He spends a few moments surveying the situation before looking down to his people. “Val?” He asks looking over his people. They all raise their heads to look up at him. Frightened, their faces ask questions but none of them are willing to speak. “Geb wekel hasind