Stellar: A Short Story

I knew from the very first minute that I would not like this place. You just get that feeling, you know? The feeling that you’re just going to have a terrible time and should back out as soon as possible. That was what I was suppose to be feeling. Feeling.

Cosmicpaw hadn’t been here for long and she still wasn’t sure if she was going to be staying or not. She had come back to Blizzardclan to check up on the place because she did care about this clan even if she wouldn’t show it. But mostly to see if her father ever came back. It would seem that he may have left for good after her mother, Tama, died. The girl wanted to blame him but how could she? Cosmic hadn’t been a good daughter and wasn’t sure if she would have stuck around for herself. It still hurt that he was out of her life now. No one ever stuck around, which is why she was afraid to stay. Scared to make friends who would see her sour personality and just leave her alone yet again. What terrified her the most was the idea of the voices

The first time Bitty witnessed Jack succumb to his anxiety, that’s all he was; a witness.

That’s when Lloyd noticed it, Antlo was clutching her chest with a desperate longing look on her face. Lloyd figured that the chest had other things in it; unmated Evilans did have a habit of putting items in storage containers in hopes that their soulmate would happen to stumble upon it, and if they do magic will let the Evilan know that their soulmate has been found. Evilans as a whole are sensitive to their soulmates aura, and that is what Lloyd guesses that is what is going on with Antlo. Lloyd isn’t going to deny Antlo the right to know her soulmate (plus Lloyd knows how it feels like to have your soulmate dangled in front of you, and then taken away because you’re too young, it get’s even worse when you realize that draw it’s a one time

“Okay class now that you know how to multiply decimals here’s a question“Mr.Smith said. “The question is what is 1.2345 multiplied by 10,000 ?” Margaret raises her hand and replied “12345.10”. Margaret got the question wrong, after that Mr.Smith asked ”are there any questions” on the question. No one had any questions because they knew the answer to the question. Ring, ring, ring alarmed the bell “Class dismissed” said Mr.Smith, everyone went running out the door. There were four people still there Margaret ,Max Tom and George and there was a reason why they were there.The reason why was because they wanted to and make fun of Margaret Max lead her out the room.Max and his friends made fun of her for getting the question wrong because it

He goes by many a name. In fact he has forgotten most of them. Though they say there's no time like the present. You may address him as Shinn. Shinn rather enjoys the life of a cartoon character. From a Prince of Monkey-like aliens to an mighty Hero with a rather QUIRKY lifestyle. Shifting and molding his voice like some sort of ruggishly handsome cup of puddy. Why does he do this? A wise question for such a beautiful person such as yourself. Shinn does this because it comes easy to him. A source of joy and a core of absolute energy.Shinn has been fixated and attached to entertainment boxes such as Televisions for as long as he can remember. From dancing and singing foods to a exchange student in a school for animals. Shinn has even taken his

Petra felt like a queen. And in a way, she was. She was on the throne of one of the best mobs in Panem itself, making lots of money and bribing people to look the other way. She had peasants who worked for her and did her dirty work, though Petra herself didn't mind getting her own hands dirty. She had a mansion where she made her own rules and held extravagant parties. The brunette was adored and nobody could stop her. Before she was a princess, and now she was most definitely a queen. She loved the violent and reckless life she was living.

X reported his mission and the assault to the boss. “So this threat we’ve been dealing with is called ECLIPSE, and they tried to kill you along with other passengers on the plane?” asked the boss. “Yes, ECLIPSE is behind the attack. I had help uncovering the organization we’ve been dealing with.” replied X. The boss paced from side to side of her office. “X, I want you to head to Bucharest, Romania. There has been sighting of a small group of mercenaries there, and I think they might be affiliated with ECLIPSE.” X nodded and headed to the airport. He made it to the plane to Bucharest, Romania. He landed to his destination and took a cab to a 5 star hotel. He stayed on the 23rd floor of the hotel. X took a look out of the window from his room.

I am not familiar with the Bolinwood trail; I’ll have to check that one out sometime. I may need to see the sprint triathlon picture. Trust me, after working in the hospital very little disturbs you, except maybe C.Diff. A conference in Miami will be fun. I’ve never been to Miami but it seems like a rather lively city. Do you get to travel for work often? Your job sounds fascinating.

I'm driving a blue sport convertible, with the top down, up the side of a mountain. I look to my right and notice how high up I am. I suddenly get this rare sense of acrophobia, so I let off the gas and press the brakes. As I press the breaks, I abruptly speed up instead of slowing down. I try pressing the gas and letting off the breaks to see if it will reverse the effects but nothing happens. As I look up ahead, I notice a dangerous cliff sign...and I'm racing straight towards it. My heart is in my throat as I try to turn the steering wheel but it won't budge.

Silver's not really sure why he let Ethan bring him to Mt. Moon. It's pretty dark, and he forgot his flashlight, but Ethan seems to know the way. Thank Mew, because he was not about to wander around in a cave with Ethan for an hour or two. ------- "Hey Silver," Ethan says. "Hmph."

The Sci-Fi genre is a massive genre in the media industry, generating millions of dollars in box-office revenue. The genre of Science Fiction emphasizes on extrapolative and other sciences, and also focussing on the empirical method, interacting in a social context in an attempt to harmonize man with the unknown. The genre also expands through various mediums such as video games, comics, films, television series to meet audiences demand for the genre. Companies have tapped into this industry to make billions of dollars and plan on continuing this cycle by using the familiarity of the genre. Much like Western films popular from 1894-1928, Sci-fi films are currently a hit in today's society, with a new films being released every year. Films and

Journey of the Fallen Star         " You should've done better!" Growled mother." I'm leaving! Maybe it will make you better at taking care of yourself!" Lemon, Cherry, Dot, and Lightning watched her go." Well, I guess I'll go hunting and you guys can find bedding for us tonight." Said lemon. As Lemon walked away, Cherry sighed," He was always getting punished for being who he is. That's not fair." Cherry still was a kitten so sometimes she didn't say things right.

No one in town would argue that Ceres (the best farmer) in Olympia was not the “Goddess” of Agriculture. Her fruits were the gems of the Earth and her grains were fit for kings. However, her daughter knew her mother as the Goddess of being too overprotective. Yet, Stephanie loved her mom and her mom loved her. That didn’t stop Stephaine however from being annoyed at her mother.

Among other public buildings in a certain town this building was the one at the end of the gravel road and through the dark creepy forest where little dare to go down , which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning the screams you can hear from a half a mile away, or the blood stains all over the walls the shattered windows that make a faint whistle when the wind blows , and to which I will assign no fictitious name and the clown they call Pennywise this creature that rarely comes out of the shadows, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse ; and in this workhouse was born a devil child and the one who is in charge; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat,