Short Story

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.

Tom sat in the bath, his knees drawn up to his chin, his arms hugging his bent legs. Cold water cascaded over his body, his slight frame shaking violently from the chill. But despite his body’s suffering, his eyes were vacant, his mind no longer in the present. Recycled memories played through his head, the snapshot visions taking him to a time where the parents he adored still protected him. He was once again back in his happy place, and he wanted to stay there forever, free from the harsh existence of the real world, where the pain of his insurmountable loss became nothing more than a bad dream he could and would, eventually wake up

"You were a cute kid," I say aloud to him, smirking at his baffled expression. He was staring down at me with confusion, probably wondering what was happening and what the hell I was doing. I honestly don't even know what I'm doing myself.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

“I’m fine, really,” Jared said as he closed his trailer door, still holding the ice pack over his now blackened eye. The truth was he was anything but fine.’ He shakily walked over to the couch and sat down. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t’ hurt. The crew had just witnessed and broken up Jensen kicking his ass up and down the set.

You concluded that you were asleep. Everything around you was pitch black and you were in a trace-like state.

Chad was born to be a wrestler. He was barely out of pull-up and showed promise. When someone mentioned wrestling, he would grin from ear to ear.

Odin shakes his head. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COMMAND CENTER Asher realizes he has to take on Moss.

Once out in the one of the gardens, Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been hoping no one would stop them on their way out of the castle and thankfully, they expedition hadn’t been interrupted. Relaxing, the Reachwoman allowed the cool breeze to wash across her face as the sun blazed in the late morning sky. Her companion, however, wasn’t interested in enjoying the favorable weather.

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

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.

Doctor Ruslana waited for the hand on the office clock to move. The little, black arm crept along its circuit in painful, agonizing slowness. The work day would never end. Her appointment with Detective Thibault was in five minutes, followed by four other sessions back to back after his. If she gave each client her undivided and Empathic attentions, it would be entirely too many emotions to process; her already overtaxed Enhancement would surely suffer. Marta understood this, but it couldn’t be helped, not if she wished to take Wednesday and Thursday off in addition to her normally scheduled days off on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It was critically necessary for Marta to have five days without distraction and without the pressures of

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.

"Hank?" I knocked on the open door, poking my head to see the lanky brunette boy huddled over his desk. He was working away at whatever it was he was so keen on finishing.