Short Story

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

She is startled by a raging flash of heat across her shin. She awakens once more sprawled out in the passenger seat, to find her leg pressed up against the heater grate, the hot unpleasant tingle spreading across her skin. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, moving her leg away from the roasting plastic and opens her eyes just long enough to catch sight of Nick, still driving. She takes in a deep much needed breathe while squeezing her eyes shut, trying to mentally shove her bad dreams out of the car window, onto the winter covered highway, to eventually be smashed by a

Castiel parked the car. He turned over to Dean who was softly snoring and had his head leaning against the window. Castiel smiled at the sight then shook Dean’s shoulder. Dean blinked his eyes open. His vision was fuzzy.

“I’ve almost breached their valve wall,” Killian’s fingers briefly stilled as she listened to the Eleven’s voice on the other end of the small device in her ear, before continuing their furious movements across the laptop. “I’m tracking her progress through the hospital.” She said in response to whatever had been said on the other end of the transmitter, adding in a clipped tone before Eleven could comment again. “She isn’t in any real danger at the moment, so stop interrupting and let me finish this.” Eleven of course knew that Killian was stretching the truth to suit her needs (in this instance getting her to stop with the inane question), but she also knew that if there was any real imminent danger Killian wouldn’t have started the hack

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.

Encircling Dean 's neck with both arms , knuckles turning white as you wrung his collar as the intensity of yet another contraction coursing through your abdomen you gasped In agony . Instinctually pulling you closer he whispered in a low, gruff voice, "Don 't worry , I 'm here , OK ,tear my shirt to pieces if it helps, just don 't think I 'm going anywhere- " Sam interjected from the drivers seat of the Impala "---neither of us are leaving you for anything , not even something apocalyptic , if the end of the world happens we 'll get Bobby right on it" he shrugged and you almost wanted to hit the adorable bastard for being so impossible to be infuriated with. You almost laughed . "Damn straight " Dean agreed in an audible tone . "I 'm

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

Dean rubbed his eyes roughly with the backs of his hands and practically rolled out of bed. He sleepily adjusted his pajamas, which consisted of a loose ACDC T-shirt and some plaid pajama pants, and stumbled out of his room and into the hallway. Looking in to the Sammy's room and seeing him eagle spread, taking up an entire king sized bed all by himself, Dean moved toward Cas's room, which was next door to his. As he approached, he deduced that the lack of Cas's light snores meant that he must already be up. He peered into the room and saw the bed freshly made, the blue comforter that he had bought for Cas (most definitely not because it perfectly resembled his deep, crystalline, soul searching eyes) was tucked snugly beneath the edges of the mattress.

It was a cold day in January in Concord, Maine, around thirty five degrees Fahrenheit. Colby Watts wasn't cold, he was hot. That's what would happen when he got nervous. Colby was auditioning for the lead role in their High School musical "Romeo and Julien" with modern twist on a classic story. It was a brilliant idea according to their director, and Colby was auditioning for the main role Julien, He would finally get the solo he had been hoping for since he had been a freshman, now he is a junior. He was sitting in the back room of the school auditorium, nervously shaking in his sent. Then Mr. Nichols, their director opened the door,

“Shuttle leaving the surface in one hour,” the intercom said. It seemed as if the whole world was boarding the shuttles, in fact, that was probably true. The port crowded with thousands of people boarding a few spaceships. Most came in pairs of two, almost like Noah’s Ark. Some folks came with a bit more of a package, taking their kids, their moms, and almost everyone they knew. Children bounced, friends were getting acquainted as they were excited about the adventure that awaited. Yet there were the few who hung their heads alone. Their lives filled with loss that what the world had taken from them. Below their gas masks were faces wrinkled with sorrow.

Leaha fought the urge to focus on the screen that buzzed to life in her lap. The laptop could use a hell of an upgrade, one she already mapped out. But for now it would do, specially considering that it could not be tracked. Leaha wanted to dig into the files she had stolen, not only to learn what had set off the attack against them. But also to learn more about the people around her now. Leaha had never really trusted anyone, and the fact that she had almost allowed it before all this only pissed her off. But it proved her feelings on trusting others right in smooth move.

Once my father grabbed three chairs, we all sat down in a circle. She looked pained as she stared down at her hands. She looked so grim, her whole body trembled, here eyes trying to look at anything but me.

"William watched Abigail for a moment noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

As usual she was lying on her bed watching time tick by, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. She did not like changes in her routine; she needed things to be just as they were. The ball of wool on the table had to be exactly 5cm away from the lamp, the bed linen needed to be colour co-ordinated and symmetrical and the books on the shelf had to be arranged in alphabetical order. A sudden screeching howl from outside threw off her concentration. “Oh my, what mongrel could that be at this hour of the day?” she screams out. She begrudgingly shuffles towards the window to determine what wretched being had disturbed her. As the sun rises from the horizon she shivers and pulls her coat closer to her body as the warmth of the sun

"He's up late again," Frederica murmured to herself after seeing lights in the room ahead. She quietly opened the door to the study of the highest ranking officer in the Iserlohn Republic, Yang Wenli. A stray beret lay slightly crumpled on the sofa and empty paper cups cluttered the coffee table in front of it. There was a glow coming from the desk as the study's occupant watched yet another history documentary. The man himself looked slightly disheveled like the rest of the room, a far cry from the hero of democracy he was hailed to be. In other words, things weren't that much different from usual.