Short Story

“Where do you think you’re going?” She demanded. Then she fired the first shot which ended up nicking the tip of Terra’s shoulder.

She felt a sharp pain in her right foreleg as the hoof struck the door at an uncomfortable angle. She recoiled at the impact.

What does a faithful person look like to you? A kind and caring person? One who is loyal? One who would put another's needs above their own? In the book, “The Odyssey,” Penelope, (Odysseus' wife), is all of these things.

While she and Razaa crouched in the corner where the sliding glass and wall met, he ran to the hallway door. The same gust of air sliced through the room a second time. Shariff fell forward. His body slammed against the door in front of him. A line of red followed him down the door as he slid to the

‘’Oh, God,’’ he shouted, putting a hand to his chest. ‘’What the hell was that?’’ He glanced out of the window. The sky was eerily dark; darker than it usually had been. It sent a shiver up his spine, almost. He about jumped out of his skin when the base’s weather radio went off.

I would not like to answer. I could pretend that I did not hear that, and keep walking. But Sally ran towards me. I was not ready yet! Don’t talk to me!

Mutter gasped, and put a hand to her lips. " -but the good news is that they have been captured and killed by gunfire". Mutters hand shut off the radio. She took out a handkerchief and dabbed the under part of her eye. I walked silently back to my room.

Terra squealed fearfully. “Conflict!” She then slammed her head into the table so hard that even Harkens

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

Lennie paced around the room, pounding his fists on any wall he could find. With a sour face, he checked every nook and cranny between the page and the text for something taking on the form of a door. A way to escape.

“Torin, can ye manage to calm the woman? If not, use yer magic to render her into a soothing sleep. We will take her also; she is the young woman that was kidnapped from the beach, few weeks ago,” he said to Torin.

Looking up to meet her eyes that held no animosity, I realized she never had any intention of killing me from the start. The weapon she held was for nothing more than defense and it had been moved out of the way to allow an outstretched hand to take it’s place that reached out, inviting me to take hold. My first reaction was to go off and accuse her of manipulating me to trust her, but instead, I somehow wanted to question it. I just wanted to know why. “I don’t understand...”

The wheel stopped turning as Avi’s hand closed over something. The door creaked open, jerking and scraping along the floor heavily. Avi brought her hand around. She was holding a stapler in her fist. Not exactly what she’d been hoping for.

we head towards the door, it was made of wood and looked decently sturdy but as some could not resist the temptation of storming the house through the front door we bared our claws and scratched at the door hoping that it was weaker than it seemed, but alas that was not the case, as we were about to temporarily retreat we heard the delirious scream of a human woman which if nothing else fueled our yearning for food. Although we were ravenous and ready to attack with full force, but our leader motioned us to go back a distance to devise a

“I have no intention of going into battle, we’re just trying to get the girls’ out of danger,” Colleen clarified as she pulled over a chair from the window and sank into it. “I am more than happy to let you go and be the hero and get the girls. I just want a weapon for protection.”