Vehuths: A Short Story

Securing his palms to the edges of two uneven holds about a foot off the ground, he strained up and back, shifting more and more weight onto his outstretched legs, lifting higher, to the highest position his grip would allow, the pain smoldering in his back, until his left palm slipped off the wall and he fell, catching himself with a backwards slide of his right foot, able somehow to support him now.

He pressed his back to the wall so the entrance of the alley was right beside him. He faced forward so he would not look the person in the face. He dropped the bag of coins to the ground and kicked it into the dark alley. After a few short moments he heard the sound of coins clinking.

Eamon lumbered home with the carbon inside him starving even after eating a whole T-Rex. He arrived at his old stone cave to have his wife Ishkakfae make him some food. Eamon walked inside and yelled at Ishkakfae to make him some dodo bird pie, and stegosaurus soup. Ishkakfae was enraged at this statement for some reason and ripped a stone from their house. Ishkakfae approached Eamon with the rock in hand and beat him in the head with it Eamon is dead before he hits the ground but Ishkakfae is relentless and keeps smashing his head in. The blood starts splattering everywhere on the stones of their house. By now if you walked in the house you would have thought the house was painted red. If you had known Eamon you're whole life you couldn't even recognize him

Throwing and pushing all the boxes and clothes piles on to the path behind him trying to buy time to get further from the suited men. Through this panicking moment Bellamy’s heart started to race and he starting to sweat his mind going through all sorts of options of how to get away, but the only one he could think of was the front door, which was in the hole other direction that Bellamy was

From a young age, I drew images of flowers, rainbows, birds and bees. I felt connection with the Earth. Slowly the story world began to crumble my innermost being. It felt like being ripped from my earthly knowing and innermost self. To compensate I succumb to parts of the mainstream story at various junctures in my life and the internal conflict was enormous. (Insert Images)

spots of color dancing in front of him. He reaches up to feel where the door hit

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

They started investigating how long, what days, and how often they would hear the screams and cries. Until one day they decided too check out the house that was making all the noise. The old abandoned house. They packed food, flash lights, and their phone just incase they found something weird. When they got too the driveway of the abandoned house they were trying to whisper because if someone or thing was in the house they did not want them to hear their

Tallulah and I were at the fuel airport. It was the littlest airport. It was night so it was hard to see there. We are going to go pick up orphans from Africa. We are flying over the Atlantic ocean. “Talulah are you ready to go,” Lizzie said. “Let's go Lizzie.” Said Talulah. We are 30 min away. 30 min went by. We are landing. And the kids are waiting for us at the airport. I said to Talulah, “are you ready to get the kids.” “Yes”, said Talulah. We get the kids on the plane. We want back of the plane and asks for the kids names. Most of them did not talk. Bet there was these two girls that answered me one was Linda and the other was Koko. So we want back up to the front of the plane. And I said to Talulah “ready for taking off.” “Ready”, said

Taking a chance he opens the door, peaking out to plan the quickest route to the door. There’s no one about, meaning his mother had hopefully fled the scene. Quickly he does the same, slipping through the small gap he’s created and rushing across the small flat towards the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind him.

Who would've have known that a boy that once craved hugs and kisses from his pack's alphas, was now repulsed by even the word, alpha.

I was standing outside the front of the school on the lawn. Rahkeen came out of school panting and gasping for air. I was wondering why he was running. He saw me, then he came up to me, and rested his arm on my shoulder. “Rakeen, why do you look like you're running from the mafia?” I said. “These girls were bout to jump me bro” Rahkeen said. “ Stop being a puusy. How were those girls gonna jump you? You don’t know how to defend yourself”. “It's literally eight girls trying to beat me up”. “Rahkeen stop being a bitch. Those girls aren’t gonna hurt you”.

“Find Nebuchadnezzar. He is the most powerful square blood, and we need to destroy him for the sake of saving the world. You are worthy of it, my daughter.” This made no sense at all! What kind of Nebuzzar was I supposed to destroy? Why should I destroy him? And… I thought Veles was not a bird. Something was just not right.

Leela muttered, "Hyacinth ‘Villain with a Cause’ Ioannou." She folded her jacket over the armchair.

Long ago in east Ireland, there was a young boy named Alsandair. Alsandair was a skinny and awkward boy with short, fiery red hair and shiney hazel eyes. He was the smallest boy in the village at his age and everyone picked on him including his father, the mayor. Alsandair was picked on about almost everything about him including his weak arms and legs, his neat untangled hair, his awkward stance, and his overall lack of manliness. Everyone in the town had a leisure activity that they enjoyed to do during their free time, most of which were athletic. Some of the most popular ones are horseback riding, horseback racing, running through the woods, and sword fighting. Due to his lack of athletic ability Alsandair couldn’t do any of these things, but there was one thing he secretly loved to do, archery. Each morning, Alsandair would wake up so he could sneak out to the woods so he could practice. He wanted to keep his hobby a secret to escape the certain ridicule from everyone if they were to discover it, so no one knew about his passion, or how good he actually was at it.