Short Story

“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone

“They probably will,” Ryan said. He looked at Zack for a few moments. “You love her don’t you?” Zack looked down at his hands, looked back up at him, and nodded his head. “It’s not part of the job is it cause I’ll kick your ass.”

As they looked around Adam saw a couple rollercoasters that haven't looked like they have been used for a while now. Greg went back in to the hall of mirrors. He was walking in from where they came in. He saw that carnival ride. It was lit up and it was about to close. "Yes! I have found the way out of here. I can't believe I haven't checked here before." Greg thought to himself.

They headed left following the lights, they walked for a quarter of a kilometer, then there were several rooms that broke off to the left and right, but the primary hallway kept moving forward. The rooms had doors, Wally tried one, but it was locked, he tried the others and they were all locked. It was unusual, considering the main door into the complex was unlocked. “Do you want to keep going?” SSG Bell asked the two other

How long was I out? You wondered. And where am I? You racked your brain for what had happened before you appeared in this strange cave. The only memory that didn’t seem hazy was of you climbing

“Where am I…?” I look around me and see a narrow space with glass walls. Apparently I had been sleeping in a telephone box.

That was the first thing I heard in this odd room. I took a breather still confused on what happened. I saw myself on a mirror, brown hair, blue eyes, a bit plump, blood still coming out, dead. That was me alright. The laughing was coming from a few yards away, I was running when I bumped into something. “CRAP, you're already here!”

Blinking to allow my eyes to adjust to the light, I scan the room around me. My desperate escape from several hours ago had left me exhausted, leaving me almost no time to comprehend my surroundings. It seems as though I have travelled dimensions. My capsule must have been preventing me from

The terror of his awakening to a world that he knew wasn’t his own. A world not like anything he had ever seen before. He remembered the sarcophagus, or whatever it had been, that he found himself encapsulated inside. He remembered its glass partition window and the bright lights which had hung from high above on the other side. The way his hands felt when they touched one another, cold and strange. How the feel of his flesh was somehow different. It was as if he was experiencing his own body for the first time. And, he recalled the tubing. The plastic piping that nearly choked him as he tried to breathe. It descended from being attached to one of the sidewalls of the pod and it reached deep inside him, running through his mouth, then down into his belly. Serpent-like, Phillip could feel it weave like a tree root that had slowly grown to take hold and burrow itself through the cracks of a cement infrastructure. He had grasped at it as he felt himself begin to gag over how suffuse it was. Pulling it forcefully, it came up from his esophagus like a worm being pulled from the earth. He then coughed harshly as the tube exited him and with it, he spit saliva and mucus which were then deposited on the shadowy floor of the

I lay on my bed under the thick white blanket, and they entered my room, one by one, and introduced themselves. I couldn't understand why there should be so many of them, or why they would want to introduce themselves, and I began to think that they were testing me, to see if I noticed that there were too many of them. (Plath 198)

“When I went on patrol, there was a criminal that set fire onto the house of a rival family.” Dick almost forgot Bruce went on patrol without him; he couldn't go because his ankle was twisted.

“Yes, it is. Who’s asking?” Reno’s supervisor had taken the day off due to sickness when they went to speak to him and they were not told when he would return. Coates was glad to have him on the phone to clear up some poking questions. She hung up and leaned back in her seat. “Well, the supervisor doesn’t know much. He said Reno works from 9 am to 5 pm, they are a small vending company and he works in the shipping department. According to him, Reno works hard, doesn’t miss many days and he’s never been written up. He said he gets along with everyone.”

Barely opening their eyes to the blur of their visions, they spotted sets of feet all around them, as if they’d been strategically positioned feet to face and circling the candle. The gloomy light gave just a hint of the room’s occupants. As they rose, they tried to make out their surroundings. There was a large round door, an obvious defiant obstacle to get past. They figured out where they were and the reality was gut-wrenching. They were inside the confines of a

"You slept late, they're getting breakfast," She told the girl, and Celeste sighed and nodded. It wasn't the first time. She was always up late doing who knows what.

Finally, after a long time spent on a train Levi arrived in Bath. The black-haired boy stepped off the train with his bag and walked outside of the station to find the moon and stars in the dark blue sky. Levi came to Bath for a photoshoot he was signed up for. The company he worked for told him to find his own lodgings and report to the manager of the photoshoot. He sat on one of the benches outside of the station in the deadly cold air. He pulled out his phone to look for some kind of lodging.