Short Story

Everyone looks at my dad, and waits for his reaction. All he does is nod and tell me and Chelsea to go upstairs while he and mom talk with

I had actually mastered the art of being in sleep paralysis and if you don't know what that is you dont have it probably then and if you don't i would pray to God every night thanking him for not letting you experience something so horrific and so devastatingly terrifying as such a thing like that you are blessed. As i pour the already condensating water in the glass of ice i hear it crack and sputter as it meets the delicious water that my mouth so desperately craves. as i drank my thoughts about waking up tomorrow already send shivers down my spine because I know of the severe difficulties it brings to my head and body as i lay on my sofa since noticing it's significantly cooler than my room and my bed my lids were feeling as if they'de been doing laps around my head they felt tired and heavy aching lying down over my eyeballs a feeling that i so desperatley needed, and very much deserved. as my phone rings up my alarm for 7: o'clock my brain wakes in a sudden hard instance, my head and body both aching my visions blurry atleast Remembered to take my contacts off or my vision wouldn't be there at all as my brain body and soul tell my conscious to go back to bed the feeling of sweet sweet sleep calls my

Her stated preference for white gold acted in Richard the thought that there was so much he didn't about Lexi, maybe she had preferred it back then, but he couldn't recall. All the little details and events that occurred in the intervening years. The love for her that he'd back then was still there, and she was still the same person that he'd missed and dreamed of spending his life with, but as he'd grown to a man from a boy, she'd transformed from a girl into a woman, and that brooked changes in any person.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers

"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.

The air in my room was tense and oddly thin, but that was to be the expectant atmosphere, given that Paledon was sitting on my bed, while I was staring out at my window and watching the light rainfall. What an occurrence, eh? Every time I came to this place it seemed to always be raining, a complement to my mood. Rain was my friend, my accomplice to make me feel the true gloom of life.

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

It tempts her everyday-it has for as long as she can remember. It glistens in the sunlight, ripe with morning dew. The silky threads beckon. She inches toward the web, crossing thresholds she hasn’t dared to before. Surely just getting a little closer won’t do any harm. Suddenly, she finds herself at the foot of the intricate network of fibers. She begins to climb, relishing in the soft strands that caress her, oblivious to how tangled she’s getting.

It’s 3:40 PM. I’m walking down the bridge staircase. The sun is staining the sky a bright blue. It’s not quite the pale blue of cotton candy at a fair. It’s a cartoonish, suburban neighborhood blue that would be pretty if it didn’t feel so fake. As I pass the painted wall by the school, a voice calls out to me.

An unsatisfying supper of turkey along with a few sides short of all the trimmings had awaited Phillip when he got home from Inez’s place.

hey said there would be a safe haven to the North, and that is where I am heading too. It’s the year 2153. It’s been 12 years since people caught the disease SOAP. Originally SOAP was supposed to cleanse the people from the ash falling down from the Great Eruption. SOAP mixed with the ash and mutated into something much more. The disease starts in your cerebrum and slowly takes over your body till you have no control. People call those diseased people Nothings.