Short Story

Geoffrey had just recently turned sixteen and his mother had wanted him to mature and start focusing on his studies. He sat in the small, pale green kitchen listening, knowing that the lecture would end with his mother saying he couldn’t play volleyball with the Patriots. He played on his high school team. He had asked his mother the week before if he could continue playing, and she explicitly had said that it depended on his next report card; it didn’t go so well. He had been getting 80% in science.

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.

“Ok i will learn to this test as hard as I can so i could be ready and pass it.”Riki thought it will be easy to study and pass that test

This time the silence seemed too much for her. Instead of the peaceful joy she had approached the morning with, she felt the gulf of grief again. As she watched the man return, she knew he had questions and she would have to answer them.

The pure morning light shone through the window, falling on Daniel’s sleeping face. Shifting his body to stand up, he found himself incapable of moving his arms and legs. After a short moment of panic, he remembered the wisdom teeth, the surgery, and the anesthesia.

It has been a long 2 years for me. After Johnny and Dally died, nothing has been the same in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I guess I was right, we could get along without anybody but Johnny. The whole gang began getting in arguments about every little thing. That caused the gang to part ways. Steve and Sodapop found a better job that they could both work at in Oklahoma City a few months ago. Two-Bit just left town one day after one of the arguments and we haven’t seen him since. Darry is the only thing in this town that hasn’t changed. He still is a roofer and pays the taxes and bills. Cherry kept trying to talk to us greaser but I was the only one who actually talked to her. She stopped talking to me after a few months anyway. She went off to college

In Tibetan, there is a saying, “tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.” Her entire life flashed before her eyes as she watched another vehicle ram into the side of the car she was in. What happened? How did she end up in this situation? Why was this happening to her? All of these questions ran through her head as she woke up in her brother’s lap in shock from the impact. Leading up to this moment shocked her most of all, knowing her life could have been taken away in a matter of 2 seconds made her realize life was a precious thing and she should never take it for granted. What hurt her the most was her brother was the reason why they were involved in this life changing moment in the first place.

But the breathtaking landscape below strips away any guilt. A rushing kaleidoscope of color and life, the vivid greens of the trees, the blue swirls of the lakes, and the turbulent whites of the river rapids balance and contrast to paint the perfect picture. The crisp mountain air madly whistling past welcomes me in its breezy embrace. The scents and sounds rising from the unspoiled forest seduces and tempts. I wish that I had come sooner. She was right: this could be the most beautiful place on Earth.

Roughly eighteen minutes had passed since Payne left his apartment, and he already wanted to go home.

The world ended in World War II. Not many survived except for the Ten. They created what we are living in now. A society of happiness and love. Come to Community.” Said Andrew as he standing in front of over two hundred people in a overrun, machine-looking cafeteria. Lined with doors which led to rooms. Specifically two people to a room. Andrew’s smile dropped as he walked offstage. “Mom, so what's the plan for today?” Andrew asked his mom, who just so happens to be number Two of the Ten. “Today you get to come with us to the Tory. The Tory was the place where they performed the surgeries to make the people better.

But you’re going to fall, not because you can’t start again, but because we all do. Humans aren’t much more than maladjusted bipeds in the end. The problem is what you’re going to want to do when you fall again. You’re going to think about returning to the rat hole because it’s easier believing everyone and everything are out to get you that than happiness really exists. Sometimes the darkness just gets comfortable. Not because it is, mind you, but because it’s familiar. When you get to that point, before you start feeding little pieces of yourself to the rats, write me a letter.”

If I was going to be invisible for one day. I would go out in a person's house and start to make things in the there house., I would go and do him because it would look like it was moving by itself. When I do this, they are going to start wondering if they put that there. When I start doing that, i would do it for a bit and start to freak them out a little. When they start to get freaked out, i would start and put dolls in a box and put it on their porch and knock on the door and wait till they take it inside.

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.

The embers in the fire-pit glowed in Asmund’s deep, brown eyes. He stared into the flames as a calm aura washed across him; he knew they were coming for him. Yet the seasoned warrior’s heart knew no fear, only honour. Either victory or Valhalla awaited him and both promised glory.

The doctor snapped out of his silence. "Oh. Yes I am fine I just got something in my eye." He said as he rubbed his eye and then stood up. "Okay, follow me to the examination room."