Short Story

“The day before yesterday, your ex asked me to speak to him in private. Of course, I agreed to. Oh, don’t give me that look, you know I can’t say no. Anyways, he wanted to persuade me into believing his side of the story about the fight between you two. He is a horrible liar, and an even worse boyfriend, no wonder you broke up with him, he’s horrible! Right before he left, he says that you would be getting what was coming to you-“

We wake up at 8 a.m. and head to the airport, as soon as we get there we get on a plane for three and a half hours. It is 9 a.m. when we arrive, I notice that we live in one of the main parts of California, LA. Luckily it's only Friday and I don't have to start school until Monday. So on saturday I wake up and decide to go out for coffee by myself. As I am walking I receive a text from my mom and at that moment I bump into someone and fall. I get up and and see a cute guy standing in front of me, I go to say sorry but he speaks first “Watch where you're going!” He exclaimed as he walked away. I didn't even bother to stop for coffee I wasn't in the mood after that unfriendly

We walked in a comfortable silence before I made us stop outside the school library, I need to know what he remembers and how he feels about me. “Um, Camilla, I'm pretty sure is this the library, not the science lab.” “Uh. It's camEEla. And I know, I just.” I took a deep breath before I continued. “Do you remember anything about us, or how you were in school before the accident?” “Um. N-no. Not really. Why?” “Well. Um. I'm gonna tell you everything, but can you do me a favor and try not to ask any questions until after I finish telling you everything?” “Yeah of course.” “Um. Okay. Well, for starters, I'm your girlfriend, and you used to be a really bad person. We both were, but you were worst than me. You would lock people in their locker, shove people for no reason when they walked past you, and one time you got suspended for going into the girl’s locker room and taking all their clothes and putting it in the cafeteria. And before you were attacked I was gonna break up with you because you were a real jerk and the feelings that I had for you aren’t there anymore, and now I don’t know what to do because I know that you’re not the same person you were before and I think I have feelings for someone else bu-” “Camila. slow down, I think we should break up too, at least for now. Until I get situated with actually being conscious. I mean, you’re beautiful and

Since I’m driving, Chloe looks at my phone for me, “Ew. Why is Dylan calling you? More importantly, why do you still have his number?” Dylan is one of my infamous exes; we dated for a year and a half back when I was in the height of my hit-it-and –quit-it phase. He shared my philosophy on relationships, and we were extremely public and extremely volatile; the media ate us up. We were basically a (slightly) classier version of Britney and Kevin Federline. Dylan was one of the only hearts I didn’t break; in fact, he broke up with me…by cheating on me with a stripper. He’s a class act for sure. Despite the fact that he’s a skeezy womanizer that annoys the ever living daylights out of me 98 percent of the time, I can’t let him go. Dylan understands

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

The next day I had heard Patrick was in the hospital overnight with alcohol poisoning. I was secretly glad, he deserved it. Normally, Patrick and I would figure out our plans together, but he didn’t text me at all that Saturday night. I had just assumed he was still feeling ill from that morning. At school the next Monday I didn’t see him all day until I was standing in the lunch line. He walked right past me and went all the way to the back to sit with the popular group. They laughed at him and called him “pukey” when he sat down. I got my lunch and decided to sit with my real friends that

“Of course they aren’t helping,” Adia groaned, slamming the door to Heron’s Hideaway shut. It was our last midnight patrol for the week of camp, and it was supposed to be easy. But how was cleaning an entire building with just the two of us easy?

prehistoric animals, were being levitated by pulley rigs, reminiscent of a macabre ceremony requiring witch's incense.

So I'm pretty sure you think I'm an asshole now... but I just want you to know that if you ever need anything I can be here for you. Sometimes I do irrational things, but it's usually when I'm afraid of being hurt. This whole thing has been pretty confusing lately, but if anything has remained constant it's that I do care about you and I'm pretty sure you care about me too. My actions the other night were wrong, and even though we're "taking a break" it just didn't feel right. The truth is, I was feeling confused and I didn't want to be missing someone I wasn't with. So, I tried to find draw my attention away from you and it didn't work at all. You've left quite an impression on me. I don't want to play games with you. It's difficult, but this

Soon as we got out of the car Patrick stood out of the car waiting on me and I walked over to him and he slipped his hand into my back pocket. I felt a smile spread across my face and a blush across my cheeks I didn't know why I felt like it was my first time hanging around the boys again and his touch felt so foreign to me wherever he touched me I felt tingles it was like a spark that I missed the sting of. I couldn't stay mad at him for just kissing another girl and I went off and probably hurt him more than he hurt me.We walked into the school and I was loosely holding Patrick's hand he looked down and asked "What's wrong?" I shook my head "It's nothing Patrick." He stopped and said "Kas I can tell when there's something wrong with

Does anything in our reality truly exist? That is a question I find myself pondering on. It seems if you go to questioning things too much, you find loose ends that can't be tied up. I know what you're thinking, "Just stop questioning stuff." My line of work is all about questioning, I'm a detective. I question everything so that the loose ends can be tied up. Although you always have those mysteries that seem uncrackable. Like the case I'm investigating now.

We all sat down to talk and eat pizza but when we did Stella and Scotty started fighting and Stella said something about going to actual college instead of Community college after that we all went silent towards the end she apologized and everyone was friends again. After the Pizza place we went somewhere that was special to me and that was the beach the beach was where Aidan and I first kissed each other the night we kissed each other there was a bonfire and Stella and all our other friends were there and Aidan went to go get a drink for Stella and she made a joke telling Aidan if he was going to be a bartender he needs some gloves and that’s when I came up and held his hand and he said better than at the end of the bonfire when I was about to leave he grabbed me and kissed me. The next stop was the Gallagher’s house this wasn’t on the list but we had to go pick up his sister to take her to the bowling alley when we got there Aidan’s parents were fighting they were fighting about Aidan because Aidan’s dad was upset that he didn’t get into Harvard but his mom was fine with

Instead of grabbing a pen and paper like I had in the past I reached for my phone. There was only one person I knew I would miss, only one person I knew I was going to hurt, my best friend Erin. Even though there were four years between us and we only got to see each other once or twice a year, at heart we were sisters. I loved her, she was the only reason I hadn’t given up already. I turned on my phone and scrolled down to find her number. I didn’t know what to say to her, I didn’t want to hurt her, I didn’t want to leave her, but I didn’t think I had a choice. I sent her a sole word, goodbye. That’s all I could bring myself to say, my hands were sweating, my heart was pounding, my head felt like it was about to explode. I didn’t expect her to answer, I didn’t want her to answer, I didn’t want her to know yet, but alas she did. Lily what’s wrong? Lily are you okay? Lily you’re scaring me! Lily please answer me. No matter what she said to me all I would say was goodbye.

Montague La-Rose stepped into the darkness. A cold wind screamed from the belly of the mountain, carrying black sediment that thickened the air. Rain from the surface dripped down through the cavern’s stone ceilings. With the dwindling light of his torch, he listened to the black space around him and followed the running water, knowing that with each step he was descending closer to the core of planet Naan, where an underground network of tunnels reached across the lands. This network was connected to the heart of the planet where a message station, created long ago by entities of the Higher Dimensions, enabled communication with the heavens and the other four known worlds. Each planet had been equipped with these intricate machines, as

Castiel fiddles with the zipper on his computer bag. The woman next to him huffs, then finally slides out of her seat when a gentleman gives her the space to enter the aisle. No one bothers to do the same for Castiel, but that’s fine. He’ll wait. The longer he can put this off, the better.