Short Story

I was dreading this moment, the moment that would choose my fate. I walked into the brightly lit courtroom, everyone was looking at me with judgmental glances. I walked up to the stand and raised my right hand to swear in.

Inside there were four attorneys in front of bench, the back of the court room was filled with people sitting on two rows of benches, at the front there was one court clerk. After about five minutes, Judge Collin Long came in announced by the court officer, we all rose, then were asked to be seated. The judge then announced the name of the court and the day. He then stated that he was going to do the docket call and looked to the attorneys for a response.

I was standing in the living room and then I was outside talking to someone, as I tried to convince him I had walked through the walls. The group started walking toward Nimitz Road, when I found myself sitting down in the back of a patrol car. It was if a police car materialized around me like from a scene from “Star Trek”. For me, it was as if I was wearing a red shirt. I was going to be the guy who did not make it back to the ship. I did not know how I ended up alone on that street. The officer knew my father and took me

And so the lawyer continued down his list, each point more damning than the last. I don’t really remember how I responded, but I do remember that it felt like I was in Hell’s waiting room: the corners of the claustrophobic, square room unnaturally dark; the only sounds the last gasps of the fluorescent bulb above us; and a two-way mirror behind the lawyer, opaque enough that I could faintly see my reflection, but weak enough that I could see through it oblivion.

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

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

You concluded that you were asleep. Everything around you was pitch black and you were in a trace-like state.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were at home, my old, but sweet home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it would always smell like her. The long and comfortable sofas were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami 's favorite. That 's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi 's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that

It was 6:00 p.m. and I had been studying for a few hours to prepare for a test the next day in accounting, and it was time for a break. After walking around idly, getting a drink, and clearing my mind, I headed for the stairs. My study area was in the basement where it was private and quiet. However, my wife distracted me and I lost my balance as I turned; my foot slipped off the top step. Time felt as though it had instantly slowed, and I was airborne. Instinctively, my right arm went up to protect my head and face as I fell backward, and my other arm reached out to stop the rapid descent; but, there was nothing but air to hold.

“Why was your phone on silent, Son?” Minjae asked his son, his back pressed against the alley wall, eyeing the few people that slip into his vision before returning his attention back at his son, who was busy chewing on his bottom lip. Namjoon wasn’t shocked about the question, he honestly expected it because Namjoon could fool many people with different race, different view of life, and different status, but someone he can never trick is his own father.

THE AIR WAS COLD AND THICK when they stepped outside of the castle. Dew hung on the tips of the blades of grass, brushing against her shoes as they walked across the grounds. Some shouts were audible from in front of and behind them; all excitement for the sport that the whole school loved so dearly.

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.

He first glimpsed the sun as it rose above the bell of a French horn.

"Why did he collar you, then?" asked Lyron. Smoke curled from the spell he'd cast to warm himself, framing his long, serious face. The precision of Lyron's magic reflected a complete mastery of the blue energies in the boy's body. A child

As Harry stepped into the home of Andromeda Tonks, he was blown away. With it’s high ceilings and lavish decorations, it was almost regal in appearance. He was reminded to an extent of the Malfoy Manor, at least what little of it he had seen. Hermione and Ron trailed behind him, along with Mrs. Weasley. The rest of the Weasleys had either not been able to make it, or simply didn’t want to go. Ron had decided to go only out of reluctance, as well as several days of begging from Harry. Hermione came with Ron, and Mrs. Weasley joined them, though Harry wasn’t sure why. The only reason Harry had agreed to come to Thanksgiving at Andromeda’s was because Teddy, his godson, had requested it, and Harry couldn’t say no to him. Harry heard heeled