Short Story

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

“I think you chose well,” he replied. “She is dominant as is to be expected. She also possesses strength of will.”

She hissed at herself through her teeth like she were in physical agony, even though she had managed to escape fairly unscathed. Her whole body was hardened and tense as she sat there, holding herself more tightly than she ever had done before, willing herself not to shout out into the emptiness around

“Just a minute,” he said, rushing into the house and returned, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt. “Show me where she is.”

“A-All that work to...get prepared and..” It took sheer will not to cry from where she stood. She lifted her bottom lip up and closed her mouth shut without paying attention to anyone else. Calmly, she lifted her dress and began to walk to the direction Sera and her walked in. “I’m done-” she

" breathe out the pain and emotion, breathe in the victory. as you will accomplish this small tasks. as it will grow in mighty one to come. my daughter stay strong as you did before us." he whisper with his mighty of grins. laughing with the memory of her father grin each time he gave his world famous speech. " oh dad, what would you do to get James to laugh again. it been a while, I am at the end of my rope. these "accidents" are getting worse." she sobbed as her head sank down.

I ran to embrace her. I started panicking. She told me that I would be okay. I would see her soon in the justice building to say our farewells. I didn’t want to leave her but I made my way to the stage trembling as I walked up the steps.

The inspector remained professionally blank. “Alright, I'm all done here. Let's go outside and discuss your situation.” Together they backed out of the kitchen and made the perilous journey back to the front

She trudged forward, hoping to save the paint by moving it now. Although the harsh air stung her face and hindered her movements, she was grateful to put her weight training to use, heaving, and tugging on the branch.

Chanel Oberlin has blonde hair and hazel eyes. She wears a lot of Chanel, because she is "the peacock of the group and has to really stand out," said the show’s costume designer Lou Eyrich.[2]

Hunter Cole welcomed the man with the angry eyes to Dal-Mart. When this man stared at the snake in hell tattoo on the inside of Hunter’s right forearm and then told Hunter to have an especially great time himself, it gave Hunter chills down his spine, especially how he stared at the tattoo on his arm. Most mostly those words and how he said it...

“I know you’re all very eager for this...” Leroy’s booming voice resonated above the screaming crowd, quieting it. “But first, something must be said. For all those that took part in the tournament, for all those who broke their bodies just for a chance to become Armina’s Knight... We are forever grateful for your participation.”

Lucius does not remember whose arms are carrying him, or whose shoulder his head lays against. He does not remember how he ended up here, in these arms. He does not remember where he is. Everything in his brain is chilled syrup.

The plants did not want to live in a place where they would never feel the sun, and Ceres could not blame them, because she felt the same way. As she walked back in to town she went to explain the situation to Ourias.

That was the number Olivia needed to remember. Not that she needed to, but she wanted to because the handsome stranger made a point in mentioning that page number specifically. Olivia wasn't one for reading ahead though. Sure, she'd skim through the pages of a new book to determine if she'd want to purchase it but if she started reading from page three-hundred and eight, she was afraid she'd never look back. It wouldn't take Olivia long to reach page 308 either. She was a fast reader, and even faster when it came to Lauren Austin's books; that's how much they grabbed her.