The Chapter Of A Short Story

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

The war had not dampened Charleston’s spirit. Nor had it altered its social events calendar. The invitation to Colonel Andrews birthday party arrived shortly after lunch two days after Thomas abandoned Allie at her grandparent‘s home. Then, not soon after, an invitation to the annual May Day Ball arrived.

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

Three days passed before Jingyan took a trip to Su Zhe's residence, following a familiar path to a destination with a wholly different sort of anticipation. He made his visit at night, when there were less watchful eyes and more shadows to hide his trail. When he finally stepped into the courtyard of plum blossoms, he detoured to the pond before entering the still-lit room of the house.

Naoko coughed nervously and continued, “It’s just an idea but I’d like to at least try it out to see if it’ll even work and since you’re said to be really god with kidō I thought you could help me.”

“...call this meeting to order?” A deep, masculine voice spoke. Triven wasn’t quite sure who it belonged to. He hadn’t heard it before.

Zolah leaned against the terminal and coughed. The ground forces had finally beaten Revan’s army back. She hoped that the distraction had been enough to give the temple assault team enough time to deal with Revan. Reports poured in about a beam of light flashing through the sky, some claiming to have heard a voice. The possibilities of what it could mean send a cold shiver up her spine, but she refused to accept failure without concrete evidence.

"Are ye thinking of the climb or something else lass? Besides, electric lights were not invented for another eight-hundred years when this passage-way was built by the original Selkie clan."

“You didn’t look very comfortable over there,” he stated as he put his coat on.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but

I remember that it hurt. Looking at him hurt. I remember the pain, how it was so powerful it caused me to shift back into a human. I remember the thick scarlet dripping off the tips of my claws, how they changed to the gas I had poured all over my shaking exterior. I remember the expression on his pale face, how there were tears were falling from not just my eyes, but Froy’s too. The last thing I can remember was the light of the full moon. It was intensely bright, almost blinding when I turned my head up to the sky. Then everything faded to black.

James appears in a slowing fashion facing the box. He fires at it. The box opens, projects a bright glow.

They turned the castle corner to a giant lawn two kilometers long. Flowers of every color lined where the yard and forest met, a decorated border everyone seemed to fear. A wooden fence marked the beginning of the lawn’s plateau, and flattened stones created a biotic footpath into a green valley of nothingness.

Brendan’s tongue licked around Eryk’s nipples, before he started chewing on each of them like a breast gnawing its wild game.