Short Summary : A Short Story-A Story?

In addition to having a well defined chin, the Prioress held wide-set blue eyes, slender-arched brows and heart-shaped red lips that seemed to smiled from under the boldness of a button nose. What was once a crone had regressed in age. Therefore, mouth still open, Audette creased her brow instinctively as felt she was no longer the prettiest thing in the forest. Focusing her

Two people came out to meet me. The woman had dark gold hair down to her shoulders, and big brown eyes. The man had dark brown hair and his blue eyes were calm like the sky. “How are they doing?” The woman asked.

Anna walked into the church. Her dark brown hair fell down her back in soft waves reaching her waist and she wore light, beige tones on her already pale face; the only eye makeup she wore was some mascara around her hazel eyes. She wore black flats, black slacks, and a red blouse, Melody would have wanted that. She always talked about death so lightly and always said that she didn’t want people to wear all black to her funeral because black was depressing.

It was hard to keep a pleasing appearance when she had so little room to work with. Adeline seethed in solitude, skillfully tying the front of a revealing dress as she paced the distance from the bed to dresser. Her neckline plunged into a deep v, forming around the protruding curves of her breasts. At her waist a golden rose pin held together the sashes of her skirt, which she wrapped around herself artfully so that two slits arose, showing a breath of smooth skin. The dress was certainly more disclosing than anything she would have worn at home, and definitely more lavish than anything she could have afforded before her bargain with the demons. She ran her hands down the soft blue fabric, wistful for what she had left

Anne did not try to hide her satisfaction. Jane did not even knock on the door. She took out a key from her coat pocket and unlocked the door. “Oh Henry, Mary, I have a surprise for you!” Jane called as she walked inside. Jane disappeared down a hall calling the names of Henry and Mary. Anne entered her new home and looked around. “Thank you Catherine” Anne mumbled to herself. It was a warm cabin with hardwood floors and a cozy interior. Even though the aroma of Bourbon was in the air, the home had a cheerful demeanor. The fire place buzzed with life. The orange light illuminated the pictures that hung on the

Every day she came dressed for school in brilliant colored leggings partially covered by a relaxed sweatshirt unevenly rolled at the sleeves. Her plump belly took shape under her shirts, creasing slightly, like a curtain conforming to its width. Her feet plowed into her white Keds and snuggled inside fluorescent socks scrunched at the ankle. Mary Beth’s Keds curved toward each other as she

"Most people here either speak Hebrew or Kratonish. They are the two most common languages in the universe."

Jorgan’s ears were still ringing. One of Master Satele’s stray boulders had scored a direct hit to his helmet. Fifteen years in the military without a single concussion; four years under Fynta’s command, and he had three.

It had been little over a week since they arrived at what remained of the ark. Though Raven couldn’t really be sure how long they had been in the sky, she was keeping track of the days, not the way she should have been. She was preoccupied working on what need to be fixed. There was no way in hell she was going to let this fail, not after everything they had been through, not after Clarke sacrificed herself to make sure they got here. Taking in a deep breath she glanced out the window catching site of the earth a frown formed on her parted lips. She still couldn’t believe what happened, it didn’t seem like that long ago she crash landed on the earth, it was so green now it was in flames. With a shake of the head she turned her gaze from the plant, there was no time for sitting around doing nothing. She had to much to do to day to just sit around and do nothing. She wished she had more hours to get everything done, or at least more people to help out with what need to be done.

It was one of those really really hot Fridays. One of those days that when you bring some cold ice-cream outside it would melt instantly right in your hand. You could walk around and become a red tomato as a consequence for not putting on sunscreen. It was one of these days that Logan was kicked out of his house.

Forty men in white were lying upon the cobblestones. It was as if looking at a snowy field. Chirping swallows fluttered amongst their bodies. There were thousands watching this show, and Notre-Dame de Paris cast its shadow over the gathering crowd. All around them, the whole city seemed to be engaged in private prayer.

Running, with no stop, not even too look back. He climbs onto a ladder leaning against the house. He finally gets a second and he looks back to see nothing but darkness, he reaches in his pocket and finds 4 crumpled one dollar bills and a five dollar bill. Checks his other pocket and found his father's knife. The street lights shined on it and there appeared to be a dry blood stain. Just then he looks out to the street and see’s that dark figure again, without motion it just stands there staring at him. It doesn’t appear to be breathing, just standing there. The boy looks to the next building on his left and see’s that he can jump across to it. He glances back to the figure and it's gone. The boy dashes for the next building to hear a familiar voice in the distance yell “ Thomas”. He looks back to see the figure pulling itself up the ladder. Without hesitation the boy gets over to the next building and finds a way down and dashes for the center of town. He gets to a 4-way stop and glances at the street sign “ W Barnes St”. He says to himself “Cole lives two blocks down maybe he can help me”. Once again the boy runs without stopping and with only one thing on his mind and that's getting to Coles house.

Anthony and his brother drew stared at the mysterious house as they took steps slowly toward the door. They rang the doorbell and a tall dark and handsome male named Derek much taller than Anthony about 6’4” with streaked brown hair, and muddy blue eyes stared down at them with an excited face, and welcomed them in. They followed Derek down the dim lighted hallway into a colorful loud room with a dj and crowd of dancing people. Drew is well informed and so when he knows there will be trouble he brings along his camera hoping he'll catch the action.

The rain was pouring down. There was no doubt that this was the worst storm they have ever faced. Lightning lit up the night sky and a clap of thunder goes off in the distance. It was sometime at eight o'clock when the storm started, and it had not stopped for three hours. The clopping of horse shoes against the cobblestone road echoed throughout. A horse and buggy flew down the street. The man driving fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out his pocket watch. 11:21, it said.

The first day of our sophomore year, I stood in the parking lot by my truck before school started. Other students continued to pull in the parking lot, I was waiting so I could talk to Casey; I haven't talked to her since that night Amanda tried fighting her. I'm still trying to understand why she didn't fight back, Casey has always been a fighter. She was gone most of the summer, that's what my dad said anyways. Bentley will be one very soon; Amanda and I fight all the time but my son is my world. He's the most amazing boy ever. I'm lucky to have him.