Short Story

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?

“Ow! What the heck! I was actually doing well on that one!” Cried a voice in the bush. Matt looked through the bush and found an angry greaser on his phone.

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.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

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.

“Hello?” [ONE] rolled their eyes as they said the word. Come on, they were better than this. They didn’t need to talk to themselves.

“Get ready,” she states. I glance at her and tried not to look sick. “Input the code once he gives the signal, they look restless.” She gives me a tight smile. Her porcelain skin looked plastic under this light.

“Rufus!” yelled Adán as he swung his scythe at Heqet. The goddess caught the scythe and thrown the vampire across the room as well. He crashed through the dining table in the adjacent room, causing Aaqil to jump out of his skin and paused the ritual.

The robot left the room and crossed the living area. Axus followed closely behind. “ A upper-world hovership was following me. It can’t be allowed to find this place or it will be destroyed.”

Jordan and I had decided to go to the restaurant near by to eat. Jordan is my boyfriend of 3 years and lately he has been very awkward. A good awkward. He is not a person to be awkward, but I led it slide. The food came and we both ordered fried rice and chicken. The topic that had been raised was travelling and the places we would love to go. Once we had finished eating, it was the moment where both Jordan and I reached for the bill to pay for the food at The Polar Clove in London, England. A classic Chinese restaurant with the popular noodle dish topped with vegetables and garnishes. Jordan, being very attentive reached for the receipt and quickly took out the money to pay. A waiter walked by and picked up the money and receipt and gave

The next morning, Drusilla emerged from a guest room next to the State Chancellor’s art studio. Dressed in summer clothes and her hair in a French twist, she caught a faint aroma coming from downstairs. Is someone cooking breakfast for the State Chancellor? Hungry and curious, she went to the kitchen.

As Steve was walking away to get ice cream. The sound went on again. “What is that noise?” He said. Merrrr…..merrrrr. Jo felt something soft and warm flowing against his foot. He looked down. There was a little fellow. It was really fat and looks squishy. Its eyes were bright orange and its fur was a violet color. “What is this creature?” Jo bent down and picked it up, It liked Jo. He could tell. Jo sat down with it for a few minutes. “Aww, it really likes me!” It's so cute.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said with a grin, “I want a turn now,” he placed Alexa on the floor and she lunged for the machine. He grabbed her hand before she could get a hold on the controller and guided her to a chair. She sat reluctantly, crossing her arms and mumbling under her breath. He walked to the machine and slowly maneuvered

“Hey, C3PO! You got a brain in there?” Mikey teased, knocking in the side of her head with his large fist. Artemis rolled her eyes, and continued eating her lunch, while also working on a story she’d been