Short Story

“Then what does it matter to you what I told him?” Everleigh's eyes widen a little as she realized that I had thought of something she hadn't.

In the movie, Lincoln, viewers are introduced to Abraham Lincoln as the Civil War is heading towards a conclusion. While a peaceful nation and an end to all the fighting is a wish held by many, Abraham Lincoln is still facing a difficult task. It is during this time in which Abraham Lincoln is trying to pass the constitutional amendment that will forever ban slavery in the nation. Yet, passing this amendment was not an easy task, there was plenty of pushback, disagreement, and constant debating from Congress. Furthermore, President Lincoln is faced with the dilemma of peace arriving and the southern states returning to Congress before this amendment can be passed. The movie, demonstrates the struggles President Lincoln was challenged with and

“That’s kind of you to help because you are the most sophisticated person in this room.”

“Ouch,” I said, feigning being affronted. “So, whatever happened with your family?” I asked. “Do they know

1. The house was set in the middle of a field or at least what used to be a field. As I walked into the house, I could smell rot all around me. I could feel the chill of the house creeping into my bones-I could almost taste it. To my left was a broken table, with a dusty old vase next to it. In front of me were some stairs. I walked up those stairs, and with each step I could hear the stairs creak beneath me, just waiting for a chance to snap. I looked up when I got to the top, and in front of me was a room that seemed to be an old kitchen, to my left a bedroom, and to my right a small closet. I entered the kitchen. In the shelves were a few old food cans. There were a sink and a table. Nothing much to see in there. I walked into the

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

The sun glimmered through the treeline, and set slowly, casting a deep orange and pink shadow over the mountains. A soft breeze made the strands of pine dance on their branches ever so slightly. The world was quiet. There were no voices, no distractions. Just the light trickling of a stream not far from the cabin. Just the quiet rustle of the trees in the wind. Sage relished in the silence, clinging to it like a new born cub to its mother.

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.

I hesitated before responding and I uttered these words “tell them I am not available.” She hesitated and said ok I will. The phone call ended and I remember looking out the window waiting to see if they had left and they did. I was able for a minute to catch my breath and gain my composure. The phone rang again it was my aunt downstairs. I reluctantly answered and it was my aunt again stating to me that the police left a number to call and I need to respond in 24 hours or I was going to be arrested. I responded to the number and the police detective who was also a D.E.A Agent told me that I needed to come in and talk to them right away. I found the courage to do so and drove to the State Police Barracks. I remember walking in feeling a

“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.

Sitting at her desk waiting for the teacher arrive she steals a glance toward Tom who was being surrounded by groups of girls that were pushing their bust up, getting really close, holding his arms, and saying sweet words they would usually say to get boys. Tom who was very calm at the moment turns cold and shrugs off the hoes that were surrounding him.

One day in a college water pipe there was a peanut named peter, this peanut was special, he lived in a Skippy brand peanut butter jar in a city named Aquaville. One day he met a donut named Dylan. Peter met Dylan when he was walking down to the local coffee shop. That day was not normal in his usual seat was sitting a donut. As Peter looked around at him the donut turned and glanced at him and he said hi and ever since that day they were good friends. After about a year of working at the local grocery store he discovered something very wrong with the city. In his daily walk down to the gym, he saw a sewer hatch open and he couldn’t resist but to explore. He loved to explore he climbed down the ladder and walked a ways down when he saw the

"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

“Yep. I’ve been there for a year. I don’t do too much though. Kind of just…help around.”