Short Story : The Story Of The World '

"Abigor soon had a newborn without my knowing, and had no need for his first son anymore. He never gave me notice of this, so I continued to watch after the boy for no purpose. I could have returned to my previous home and wouldn't have to stay in this abominable world any longer." I growl, shifting my position on the chair.

Thorn didn’t react the way I thought she would. She shrugs, making a realization look and watching me with new eyes. Her hands don’t even go anywhere near her weapons. She still trusts me, no matter what I am. “Well, that explains how you still alive. You’re supposes to be dead.”

“You know that you both had the most the gain from the King’s death right?” Macduff asked in an accusing tone.

She studied him, her eyes running over his form. “The way you handled yourself with those men was particularly telling. You could have drawn your weapon, but you did not. You are either sure of yourself, or ... .”

"Seriously?" Talis asked, slightly put off by the Force Scar. "How do you not... sorry I forget that others can't see through the Force as I can, scar. I'm Revak's apprentice, saved Nathan, and all that."

Picking his ear, Epsilon sighed. “The Syndicate never fails to surprise, I guess. Right now, we should try to head to the strip club, gather up whatever information we can over there.”

He chuckled. “I admire your spirit. I do. It amuses me. As for your brother and your father, they’ve long since gone. At the moment, they’re a state over, tracking down the nomadic nest of vampires who killed every last person in the library where they last saw you. Lucky enough for us, a fire started and covered our tracks. Arsonists, terrible people, wouldn’t you say? At any rate, you my dear child, received a hunter‘s death.”

the eyes of that ‘child’ held all the answers of the galaxy… those big round eyes, that saw things i had yet to see. those eyes which held the key to my past

Hank stared at her. Cheek resting on the palm of his hand, he was mildly impressed by her hand/eye coordination. “So…”

As they got close to the structures, sunlight bounced off a few guns following them into camp, disappearing once they were recognized.

She was curious and asked John a few questions. "Yes I can see you just fine, now tell me what's the issue, you are a ghost correct?"

The figure sighed. “Fine. But don’t try to not be surprised. It’s obvious you have no idea who you’re dealing with. Listen closely ‘cause I’m only saying this once…”

“It's normal, if they did not find your corpses. They did not even know if you were in the castle.”

On June 25th One cold early winter morning Evan, a 14 year old dark skinned Japanese boy woke up from a horrifying nightmare about being drowned by a 7 foot wave at Honolii when he was Bodyboarding during winter season when the waves are pumping. He usually has peaceful long naps, but his is the first time in awhile that he had gotten a nightmare. It was about 4:50am and Evan couldn't seem to go back to sleep because he'd been so afraid of the dream; thoughts of him drowning was going thru his mind . As he watched the time come by faster he decided to call his friend Rylan and tell him about why he woke up so early. Rylan is his classmate also his neighbor that has been his friend since elementary days. Evan sat up from his sleeping position and reached above his pillow to pick up his cell phone so he could give Rylan a call, but as he clinched onto his cell phone a cockroach scattered over his hand then onto the bed. Once the cockroach the size of ice cube disappeared behind the crack of the bed against the wall, he unlocked his phone using his fingerprint and attempted to call Rylan but he did not answer after a few calls because it was so early, it was about 5:15am when Rylan answered his face time as if he only slept for 1 hour. He seemed to be tired because he answered the phone by saying “go back to sleep “ in a lazy tone. So Evan just let him go back to sleep and hung up the phone with no response. Evan jumped up from his bed, rushed to the bathroom and brushed his

“My sister is dead!” I said, yelling it out towards my dad, “I never even gotten a chance to met her why did you keep this from me, She dead and it all your fault she died because of you”” I hate you, leave me and my mother alone we never want to see you again or that women who has ruined our lives and cause emotional damage to my mother”