Short Story

"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.

If. If this, if that. If not for that, I'd have had it in the bag. "I'd have won if he didn't topdeck raigeki." Ramram in the grave and a whiptail in hand and you choose to summon drident with your chakanine. If he didn't have raigeki though! Yeah I guess your double drident wins if he didn't have raigeki but he had no board wipes in his grave and you go for it anyway. "If he didn't have honest!" as you sit there with dimensional prison in hand. Yeah, good on ya. If.

Slackjawed: that's how I’d put it. The look on that classes faces, or at least the blonde girl’s in the front, will always be a symbol of achievement for me. I put back on my grey hoodie, and slipped on my black beanie, I walked back to my chair in the very back of the room. Sitting down slumped, you never would have guessed what just happened. The classroom crackled out with gentle conversations about what everyone just saw, and both the instructor and I were grinning gently to ourselves. No one expected it from me, and I couldn’t blame them. When the room was back in order, it was like nothing ever happened. The class was orderly again, and I was just the one kid, the quiet but sometimes loud kid, that people knew but didn't know, in the

When they entered the ballroom area, the room moved around them like clockwork. Fathers and daughters swirling in synchronization around the center that sat the little orchestra playing a haunting tune. The girl’s dresses flounced out, as their heads were thrown back, eyes closed. The guys of the pair moved to the left, narrowly avoiding some of the spinning couples to come into contact with the most stereotypical male bar room, he had ever seen. Cigar smoke layered over head as fathers and sons took generous sips of whisky and chuckled with their ironically flamboyant hand gestures. The boy seemed to shrink under the atmosphere, and felt a claustrophobic nausea as he made his way closer and closer to the bar. The man working behind it

"FIND HER! BRING HER HOME!!" an anonymous voice shouted as the sun raised. "Yes alpha we'll find her, we'll find your daughter" a voice replied. Their voices slightly bounced off the rocks in the mountains

“Freshness is Greatness!” What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we’re doing a toothpaste commercial. It’s hard to believe we’re actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and ask me and you don’t build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m the fool who can’t see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There’s a kid over there, maybe I could ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He’s wearing a hoodie and those baggy jeans kids like to wear these days, he’s probably black too. As I approached him he turned around and I could see that he was. “Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?”

“And among the best. You’re just pissed you can’t control me.” She stuck up her middle finger at Uther as the employees of Uther and Pendragon and Associates stood by and gasped. This was turning into quite the brouhaha, but it was too late to stop it.

Although if anything ever were to happen, she would be a calm voice of reason, because she wisely understood that panicking wouldn’t help anyone, especially herself.

Roughly eighteen minutes had passed since Payne left his apartment, and he already wanted to go home.

On a calm summers morning in the year 2018, Jack went to work at In-N-Out burger. He was flipping burgers and making milkshakes when his boss came over to remind him about his lunch break. Jack hopped in the car and drove near the Dolby Theater to Subway for lunch. He gave his order and waited for his sandwich. Jack looked out the window and saw the busy hustle and bustle of downtown LA. He saw the stars of celebrities and the crazy traffic, the tall buildings and the crazy culture. Moments later his sandwich was ready and he drove into the standstill traffic. Jack looked at his phone in the motionless traffic and found his lunch break had ended. Jack became stressed as his hopes of making it back to work was zero to none. Jack attempted

On a Friday night, Billy and I decided to go out to what was becoming our new favorite bar, Paradise. They had karaoke almost every night of the week, since the owners ran a mobile karaoke show as well, and both had amazing voices. It was a small corner bar, barely big enough for a pool table, but the crowd was fun, the karaoke was good, and the owners knew how to run a bar well.

Leaha fought the urge to focus on the screen that buzzed to life in her lap. The laptop could use a hell of an upgrade, one she already mapped out. But for now it would do, specially considering that it could not be tracked. Leaha wanted to dig into the files she had stolen, not only to learn what had set off the attack against them. But also to learn more about the people around her now. Leaha had never really trusted anyone, and the fact that she had almost allowed it before all this only pissed her off. But it proved her feelings on trusting others right in smooth move.

Harry slowly opened the door and frowned immediately. For the past ten minutes he had been searching the house for Louis and he found the omega lying naked on his bed. Louis perked his head up and grinned at Harry.

I can't say I'm elated this morning to spend the day with John. Nevertheless, I ordered myself out of bed and into the shower. Not wanting to entice John, I elected for a pair of jeans and a red hoodie, along with my leather coat, having tossed my pungent winter coat in the washing bin upon my return from the cafe last night. After my hair dried, I tied it back in a ponytail and inspected myself in the mirror. A plain Jane, just what I'd hoped for.

The empty void of nonexistence was full of nothing, home to nobody, and as interesting as nowhere. Currently, however, these were all things of the past in this timeless place, as two old men that now inhabited it were currently bickering; as old men tend to do. One was a man of science whom sat on top of a large machine, covered in exposed wires and flashing lights, that was about the size of a tool shed. The other, a bizarre man to say the least, stood down below at a table that was an organized mess of old tomes, scrolls, and many exotic items used for arcane creations. They went about their odd business with disdain for one another, ever so often pausing to continue their pointless argument. As the bearded man down at the old table