Short Story

I raced through the data banks, running through rows and rows of binary code, jumping off some C++ code, racing to make it to the Wi-Fi receptor on time.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

Once the rest of the party had caught up they approached the watchmen, and Malindra asked one what the situation was. The Watch was unimpressed and simply offered that it was none of her concern and that her and her party should move along. Dejected the party went to some of the nearby taverns to try to glean some information. Unfortunately no one knew what had happened, no one had even seen anything the night before. Resigned to not being able to get to Harry for now, the party opted to go to the Iron Wolf securities building and see if they could find some work as the wizard suggested, except Wise Tiger, who chose to stay near the hotel and see if anything

“Of course they aren’t helping,” Adia groaned, slamming the door to Heron’s Hideaway shut. It was our last midnight patrol for the week of camp, and it was supposed to be easy. But how was cleaning an entire building with just the two of us easy?

prehistoric animals, were being levitated by pulley rigs, reminiscent of a macabre ceremony requiring witch's incense.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

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.

Agent Hadden watched as the young woman was lead into the interrogation and room and she very slowly lowered herself into the seat across from him. He could tell that she was in pain, she was pale and she winced with every small movement, but there wasn’t a single sound that denoted how bad the pain was. No gasp or moan or sigh. She had showered and dressed since the last time he saw her, looking more like the missing person’s picture that had been plastered all over Pittsburgh local news and then the national news in the last eighteen months. However, it was obvious when her brown eyes came up to look at him that this was not the same woman who went missing a year and a half ago. How could

"Yes, I do!" Dad shouts back. I barge into the room to see mom with blood coming from her temple and nose, along with sprinkled on her delicate features. He raises his hand just as I push him away from mom. His eyes turn into an icy glare and his face flushes red with rage. Dad pushes past me as he pins mom to the floor and raises his fist but pauses.

“Alright! Here you go sir. Thank you for shopping with us today! Also, be sure to stop by Tuesday nights. That’s when we host our game nights and I know for a fact there will be people around willing to teach you how to play Dice Masters”, he cheerfully tells to his customer.

their tie, the glue between them. smoking, and most importantly, screaming. tyler’s boyfriend has always been especially good at screaming. every fight is a tidal wave crashing over tyler. it drowns him, every hurtful phrase filling his eyes and lungs with salt. even if nothing else is happening, they’d still end up fighting. it’s over the stupidest things. this time, it it’s tyler smoking in bed.

“Erica, I know a part of you can understand me,” Moxxie said. “We have a place for you. A place you can exist without the worry of any harm coming to you. You simply need to put the child down and come with us.”

The sun begins to set on an average Monday in downtown Prescott. The earth produces a clean, floral scent. Flowers bursting with joy for the precious gift of hydration. Bystanders bent over in approval at the content, stratified flowers. The clouds paint the sky like petite sponges drifting in the light breeze. Cicadas hum obnoxiously in the distance. Random tourists head quickly turned as sirens roll past the church in an extremely urgent fashion. A massive dull, white tent supplies an abundance of cool shade cover for what is going to be a gathering. Men, women, and children flood under the canopy for relief and peace. Before finding their seats they make their way to the dessert and coffee table. An assortment of treats

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

“Fuck…” Taehyung whispered in shellshock, watching the man in front of him fall limply, causing a very loud thud as blood splurge out of him. Taehyung swallowed thickly, lowering the gun slowly and shakily, the back of his hand raising up to his left cheek, removing the left over blood. Taehyung just killed someone. Taehyung, the happy go lucky-the animal loving-have blonde moment man, killed someone. “Fuck…” Taehyung hissed loudly, dropping down his knees, quickly crawling over to the dead body before remembering who the man was and what he was second away from doing. Joon-ho didn’t deserve to die though, but it was either him… or Taehyung.