Short Story

Lukas could feel the tears streaming down in face, his stoic composure long gone. There had been a fight- another fight, and a slammed door. Now he was left in his shared apartment, trying to wrap his head around what had happened.

Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?

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On Wednesday morning, I woke up with a start. I remembered he hadn’t done his homework the night previous and rushed to get it all completed before going to school. At school, things had been just the same as the day before, a rush of commotion and celebrating. Today, however, he was feeling extra tired, still sore from yesterday’s practice and waking up with a stressful start had contributed to his overall zombie behavior. My fingers uselessly fumbled with his locker’s lock, when Fiona arrived beside me.

In the morning, it felt like a regular day. Lyla woke up to complete silence. She rolled out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and picked up the clothes that she’d picked out yesterday to wear today at school. She opened her bedroom door and walked down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, stopping at her sister’s room.

Truthfully Justin didn’t blame him, she had chosen the scariest place in town, a 43-year-old abandoned school, half rotted and falling apart. They hurried to the school, Justin’s feet shuffling lazily on the ground. He was exhausted. He had gone out to a party the night before and just wanted to sleep. But Adam wouldn’t allow it.

Simon woke to a screeching in his ears. It was all he had been able to hear for the past week. His head ached as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned, eyed his now useless alarm clock, and realized he had over-slept. Rushing to get dressed, he read the notes his mother had left for him--reminding him to eat breakfast and empty out the dishwasher--before grabbing a poptart and running to school. As he ran, he noticed he was getting a call from Diana. He rejected it and continued his path to Greenburrow High School.

Their dorm building had many windows—most of which, under some sort of modern architectural genius, showed off the grand, plain white and discount store linoleum staircase. Eventually she recognized Maddie’s trademark outlandish hair descending form the staircase. Maddie was only carrying a small purse and her pillow under her arm, but she was still zigzagging along the brief path from the door of the building to the door of the car.

The day is calm from the heavy rains as the students enter the school smiling and joking . Henry gets a lot of attention now having a car with a license. Everyone always wanting rides , bribing him with money always. He only used his car for personal reasons , Colleen and his friends. Henry and Colleen walk to there lockers gathering there books , Sam startles Henry from behind. “ Jesus Sam you scared the shit out of me.” “ Sorry I didn't mean to , did you guys hear about Erika ?” They both looked at Sam confused. “ I usually wait for her by the door after she eats breakfast , so she doesn't walk by herself .” This morning her mom said she wasn't feeling well , I saw her staring outside her bedroom window like she just saw a ghost.” She was really pale , I never seen her like that before as long as I've

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

Since he said it, he felt weird and heard this sound that Mrs. Fitzgerald saying: “Alem, Alem? Wake up! It’s time to go to school!!” And Alem realized it was dream. When he woke up, it was morning and it was the first time to go to school yesterday. Alem said: “Then, was it all a dream? Were my mom and dad not died? Thank God, it was all dream. Thank God.” Mrs. Fitzgerald said: “Alem, what are you doing? Did you dream a nightmare? Alem, we have no time. Eat breakfast and ready to go to school.” “Okay, Mrs. Fitzgerald. I’m coming.” Alem whispered. While he is in school; he was not good because of the dream. The friend, Robert said, “Alem, what’s the matter? Did you get a bad thing yesterday? Or do you think that you don't want to go to school

The long day had eventually met its end and all of the school paperwork had been shoved back into Sam’s backpack for the start of school next week. Sam thanked his dad for all of his help, pausing to see if he could ask for more. The father patted his son’s back and headed to the exit of the bedroom. Sam spoke out before he could leave.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

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.

It had been several hours since the incident at the clinic. The children were asleep in the bungalow lit by the faded yellowish red hues of the fire light. Perfecto had been awake for the longest time contemplating the next step. He didn’t want to deal with the looming presence of things to come, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. More than anything he wanted to leave and start again.