Short Story

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

“When we opened the doors in the kitchen, we were shocked to find a door leading to the basement. Lying right in the middle of the floor, there were submachine guns, handguns and several rifles along with many knives. We also found a machine used for making false ID’s and driver’s license hidden in the basement that’s why Mathew Morgan’s driver’s license looks so real. Since Mr. Hudson lived alone, no one ever checked on him. As a result, when they murdered him, no one missed him. Pretty smart of Matthew Morgan to find someone like Mr. Hudson and replace him,” Steve said, shaking his head.

Jason looked at the other papers and started laughing hysterically, “YES, I found everything I needed right now!!” Jason shoved the papers in front of Gage’s face and explained pointing to the upper right hand corner, “Mateo’s face is right here!,” he shifted his fingers to the middle, “And here’s classified info that proves he’s a criminal.” Jason took the papers back and read, “Wanted for: theft, possession of illegal goods, assault, evading arrest, and the list just goes on and on.”

I twisted my water bottle open and I held it up to my mouth, the room temperature water mixed with the gum in my mouth and gave the effect of cold water. The silent humming of the air conditioners in the background was perfect for focusing on my work as I stepped into the carpeted hallway. I slowly chewed on the juicy and minty piece of gum in my mouth as I inspected everything. The sound scraping of rapid pencils against the lined paper interrupted the silence immediately as my classmates were observing. I slowly strolled down the hallway laying my eyes on every detail I could spot. Light grey clouds, that I saw through the small windows, hovered above the area portending rain. The black, painted, wood above the dull green lockers was

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

The air in my room was tense and oddly thin, but that was to be the expectant atmosphere, given that Paledon was sitting on my bed, while I was staring out at my window and watching the light rainfall. What an occurrence, eh? Every time I came to this place it seemed to always be raining, a complement to my mood. Rain was my friend, my accomplice to make me feel the true gloom of life.

Over the course of his years upon this earth, Draco Malfoy had seen many shocking things, mostly thanks to his psychotic - and mercifully deceased - Aunt Bellatrix and her sadistic ophidian Dark Lord. Yet despite all of the horror he'd witnessed during the last war, no act of violence, no streak of depravity, no one person had ever, ever come close to shocking him nearly as much as Hermione Granger just had.

When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”

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

“And stay out!” the penetrating voice thundered from the lighted entrance of the tavern. Alexis dropped down to the ground and sobbed openly. She had just lost her job bartending at the tavern. She had worked there for sixteen years, how could they fire her for breaking a crystal goblet that already had a chip in it, she thought in anguish. “How can I pay for food, when I don’t have any money?” she whimpered aloud.

Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.

Gary must have phoned while she slept; he’d left a voicemail to say he would see her for breakfast, and to expect Liz. Jen played the message repeatedly, agonising over each word, his tone, the brevity of the message. She was desperate to see him, to judge the effect her behaviour of last night had had on him, yet she dreaded this encounter. Had he asked Liz to come as a witness or a referee? Coffee was percolating, the croissants warming in the oven. Angie was at the table; Jen could see her knee jerking, as if keeping beat to a song only audible to her.