Short Story: Rest Of The Story

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

Maggie had grabbed a quick lunch from the cafeteria before hauling ass back to her room. At the moment, she wasn’t interested in spending time making idle conversation with her teammates. She had already been awake longer than she normally would’ve been for one day and her irritation was growing from the forced social interaction. She craved some quiet, alone time to allow herself a break and to prepare herself for whatever Shannon had planned for them next.

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn’t mind since he was well rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his chest. ‘We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon - Ashton’. Michael didn’t care that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door. Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed. The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle.

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”

Ok so here chapter two I really hope you all are liking it agi I own nothing

" You may claim such, but your body is responding favorably. " Ixchel proclaims, removing his hand from her still pure womanhood and it's shameful display or need, infused due to his uninvited touch. " You'll have your first tryout tomorrow, you'll loose your virginity then ! " he announces, moving back towards his table where he procures a black, near metallic looking ring, a collar of sorts that seems devoid of any mechanism to open it up.

“Hardly. Since I took your advice and offered the option to order gift certificates electronically, and I had the website updated, like you suggested, the store is more profitable than ever. You deserve this, and I won’t hear another word about it. Now go home. You worked your ass off today.”

The story is about a 22 year old man, Chengez Khan, who hails from Pakistan but studies at America. He is a diligent student and succeeds to land at a decent job in a reputable company. Once he happens to visit Greece where he falls in love with an American girl, Erica. The two soon develop liking for each other but Erica is a bit reluctant to be intimate with Chengez because she still misses her ex boyfriend. However, despite her lack of intimacy, Chengez is still optimistic about their relationship and he finally succeeds to win her love.

Mithian stirred from her sleep. She’d slept deeply and freely allowing herself to relax. She smiled taking in deep and relaxing breaths. Her eyes blinked readjusting to the flickering torchlight and Dusk’s fading light outside. She stretched her arms allowing Tension’s last stiffness to vanish. Her nose sniffed lavender and some Valerian root in the air. She didn’t hear the babies’ cries in the vicinity. She panicked for a minute. My babies! Where? Arthur? Rodor? Freya?

LOGLINE: Forced out of his home, a millennial struggles with becoming self-sufficient and the insidious morals of Los Angeles.

Brrrring! The phone rings and Officer Kevin Blake picks it up. ¨Please hurry. My husband Tom Hanks has been killed!¨

Lina Vilkas is fifteen years old in 1941 when a group of Russian officers beat on the door of her family home. Her mother answers and the officers rush in, placing the family under arrest but without any information why they are being arrested. Lina suspects it is because of her father and his late night meetings with people of the neighborhood. Lina, her mother Elena, and her younger brother, Jonas, are taken to a railroad station with hundreds of others. There, they are loaded onto train cars with many other people. Shortly after, the train cars leave the station. On the train, Lina meets a seventeen year old boy named Andrius. Andrius is a well-minded and stable but has to act slow so he won’t be taken away by the guards and separated from his mother. Lina realizes she doesn’t like him that much after she sees him teaching her brother to smoke a cigarette. There is a young woman on their train car who was taken from the hospital moments after the doctors cut the umbilical cord. The child dies of malnutrition during the trip and the mother, Ona, who became sick and crazed after the death of her child, is shot in front of the group at a station a couple weeks later. Before they leave the station, Lina slips away from the train car with Jonas and Andrius to find their fathers after they heard that there were men in other train cars behind them. Lina and Jonas find their father and he believes they are going to Siberia. Lina and Jonas return to the train car but Andrius

Is it possible for people like Cole to heal? Will there be hope? This is a story about forgiveness, and anger. Cole’s environment as a kid was horrendous. His father beat him his whole life so that is what Cole grew up to know. He treats people, the world, and himself just like his dad treated him. He was sent to get help with Edwin and Garvey, probation officers who are also a part of the Tlingit tribe. The two of them take Cole to an island where it would isolate him from the world and give him time to change and heal. There he will meet the spirit bear, and learn of the world’s beauty. Eventually, Cole learns the lesson that healing requires forgiveness from others.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Steve’s voice brought me out of my mental planning.

My mother died when I was just 3 years old. I do not remember much of her, other than a glimpse of her face, smiling down at me. My father is a distant man. He has never said more than a few words at a time to me, even during our study sessions. He will assign me a lesson, and simply watch as I complete it. My only confidant is Ms. Matilda, the family maid. She takes the time to listen to me.