Short Story

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It was Saturday morning and I had just woke up. I received an email from the coach that coaches one of the best teams. I could not believe what I had just seen. On the email it wrote “Dear Victoria, I had watched you play in a few games, and I think you would be a good addition to my team. Would you want to come to practice tonight?” I thought to myself, I am not good enough, so maybe I should not go. But as the day went on, I actually thought that I should go just for the experience.

Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is

I was charging across campus in a daze, only focusing on the handful of memory refreshers in my hand. People were bumping me as I pushed my way through several crowds just trying to get to class on time. I looked down at my pristine steel gray Akribos watch noticing that I had two minutes to get to my Anatomy and Physiology class for my final of first semester. My quick pace immediately turned into a sprint as I still had to journey half way across campus. The brisk fall wind blew my hair against my face as the fall leaves fell from the trees. I ran through the doors of Kela Lecture Hall and flew up the right staircase to find the door to my class slowly closing. I sprinted full speed towards the door and slammed my hand between the wall

“And among the best. You’re just pissed you can’t control me.” She stuck up her middle finger at Uther as the employees of Uther and Pendragon and Associates stood by and gasped. This was turning into quite the brouhaha, but it was too late to stop it.

After battling traffic for forty-five minutes, Arthur arrived at the hospital and checked in at the front desk. The receptionist was pleasant when she informed him it would be a bit of a wait before he could see Tristan, and to take a seat in the waiting area.

There was a small whimper. Harry paused and looked towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. It was Louis he could see the boy's fluffy brown hair through the crack in the door.

“We don’t have enough evidence yet to hold Gary, but there are still many unanswered questions. I want to check some other details before we release him. We’ll see you later. When you get your answers, would you mind sending me a copy?” Detective Ward Asked.

“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.

Sometimes projects seem like they aren’t worth the time in money for the reward,but the sense of accomplishment you get when you’re finished is second to none.

I've come to know these words well, as it's my favorite fight song. Ironwood has asked for me to do his dirty work. I guess his “specialists” aren't special enough. I'm about decline, of course, when Ironwood starts filling me in. Atlas was under threat of a Yeti Grim, as tall as a mountain, and everyone they sent in failed to take it down, so naturally, it was my turn. That’s my job. I’m a consulting specialist. As the only one with the title, it's sure is a pain for them if I turn down a job. I’m a wild card. A freelance that travels the world looking for the best fights and most interesting adventures. One thing I try to never get mixed up in is the world's troubles. I don't care about “making peace” or “stopping evil”. I can leave that

If you’re reading this you probably are wanting to know what you were like back in your youth (Yes, you are old now). To start, I’ll tell you a little about what is going on in the family right now. Well, I just turned 18 and let’s just say so far I am enjoying it. Grandpa and Grandma just put addition on their house. Dad is still making up his mind on whether or not he wants to sell the ranger (he has been in the process of deciding whether to sell it or not for about two months now). Mom just got back from Texas the other day. Her job at Nelnet has her traveling almost every other week now. Our little brother, Caden is a freshman right now. He thinks he’s a tough guy because he’s almost as tall as me. Owen is constantly wrestling Max

Gloomy, wet, and too dark to see a glimpse of light, is the only thing I see as I peer over the rusty handle bar on the starboard side of the boat on my way to India. Soldiers, young and small, old and tall, all bunch together as they stand silently for they knew what kind of battle they were about to fight in. I can sight General Pepper making his way on a podium to give a speech to motivate Privates and New Recruits. He stumbles a few times from the waves like artillery shells explode on the sides of the boat.

“Hi, my name’s Megan and I’m with the school newspaper. Could I ask you a couple of questions?”

Jordan and I had decided to go to the restaurant near by to eat. Jordan is my boyfriend of 3 years and lately he has been very awkward. A good awkward. He is not a person to be awkward, but I led it slide. The food came and we both ordered fried rice and chicken. The topic that had been raised was travelling and the places we would love to go. Once we had finished eating, it was the moment where both Jordan and I reached for the bill to pay for the food at The Polar Clove in London, England. A classic Chinese restaurant with the popular noodle dish topped with vegetables and garnishes. Jordan, being very attentive reached for the receipt and quickly took out the money to pay. A waiter walked by and picked up the money and receipt and gave