Survived: A Short Story

“Yes suh. I felt sorry for her once seemed try more than the rest of them-”

Verin watched a group of young soldiers grapple behind the mess tent. He split his time between checking on Fynta and offering pointers when one of the guys showed bad form. So far, comms were still offline to the group that had entered the temple, but Verin didn’t worry. Fynta was impossible to kill, and he had little stake in the others. Granted, he rather liked the Togruta. She’d fought well on Tython.

“We can either get out of here alive or not come out at all?” Katie asked sarcastically.

Maria sent the younger woman a smirk. “Well a kid like you wouldn't get it, but this whole thing sucks because we're being set up to fail.”

Since there was not even a year between Elizabeth and I, we grew up to be really close. Yes, she was my sister, but as we became closer she became so much more. She became my best friend. When we were kids, Elizabeth was a calm soul with love and passion for nature. She loved the scenery that surrounded our home. The mountains, which looked like they stretched into heaven, and the seasons, so calm and breathtaking, gave her life joy and meaning. I, on the other hand, was deeply in love with "the thirst for knowledge" as they call it. I loved figuring things out. I wanted to know how things worked and what made them work. The world was a mystery to me, and my curiosity wanted to know all of its secrets. I only had two close friends

“I really don’t,” said Rina. She closed her eyes and focused, and her fingertips suddenly felt hot. She raised a clawed hand, “how could you make me?”

13 year old Valerie Willson had been riding her bike on the side of the road when she had seen a car destroyed from a car crash. Just by the way it looked, there couldn’t have been any survivors she thought. As she went up to the crashed jeep she seen a pile of blood coming out from the jeep. So, she hoped that just maybe there would be some survivors; she highly doubted. Yes, there were two people in there. She couldn’t identify them very well, all she knew was that they were for sure dead. Who was in the driver seat, had gotten their face completely torn off ? The person in the passenger seat had ,literally, been snapped in half. There necks were as well snapped. So, Vallery called the police and reported what she had saw, the police

"Yeah. Yeah, if you want. I mean, it wouldn't exist if we hadn't uh..." I made a hand gesture that I'd rather not describe and Jean looked wildly uncomfortbale. "Yeah, sorry... Look the point is, I'm involved. It'd be unfair if I didn't help out."

" 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.

Kohen removed the Casimir effect plates and unplugged the Hawk-flow regulator, now the tricky part he thought

shuttle. All agreed that that was a wise precaution and headed to the antechamber to prep and don EVA suits.

I walked through the familiar doorway of Microsoft on a brisk Thursday morning. I made my way to my office and sank into the new desk chair I had bought the day before. The rain pitter-pattering on the windows and the cool air made my morning much more relaxing than it usually would be thanks to some of my coworkers. Since I had my own office to myself after my promotion, I didn’t have to deal with all of their remarkably unintelligent comments. The morning seemed to fly by. Eventually the sun started to peek out of the stormy coulds, shining light on the water droplets still stuck on the window. This reminded me I should probably go get lunch sometime. Seeing as the sun was out, that meant it should be around 11:30 according to the

Ed leaned in to peer at hood of the deep blue Mercedes Benz. He wore a well-loved overcoat and khakis that had at one point been a brighter color but had long ago turned dark. Touching the finely waxed hood, he gazed at his reflection, warped and bent. He was not a tall nor a short man, and he was lean and weathered. Though his hair was naturally rather tidy, it had been awhile since he had buzzed it, the waves of hair tumbling around his face. Two bright eyes peered out from the mass of strands, watching the world go by.

So Miranda's dad called, he finally got through to them. Apparently he's been trying to call for the past two weeks, but it never worked. Probably because of the landlines and the government is probably blowing up each others phones. Or because the satelilites are screwed up. Anyways I was wondering what happened to their dad and why they weren't trying to call him constantly, but apparently they have been trying, but the call just wasn't getting through.

Festivities filled the Chamkar Mohn quarter of Phnom Penh; fragrant arrangements of jasmine and chrysanthemum, piles of wild fruits, and vermillion decorations filled every corner of the neighborhood. Petite candles and spherical paper lanterns pushed the glimmer of the stars and moon out of sight and lit the streets as men inside of large tiger costumes performed dances. A roaring of drums and the melody of Chinese-imported instruments filled the air and thundered in my chest. Inside of my house, well-dressed men and women presented themselves to my father with gifts wrapped in silk ribbon, Ang Pao envelopes, fine artwork, and many handcrafted items. The country’s finest bakers and chefs offered golden and sterling silver platters