short storys essay

Madge lets him have his moment, she knows first hand this is a lot to take in. “How did you find out about this?” Gale asks suddenly, eyes flying open. “Did that guy, whatever his name, did he tell you all this?” “No,” Madge shakes her head. “We compared notes, I guess you could say. Bristel and Delly helped me break into Internal Affairs where I found this information.” “You broke into Internal Affairs?” Gale nearly shouts. “How the hell did you pull that off?” “Thom helped those two land a

After barely an hours’ notice, Constance arrived at the town council meeting. Not long after she’d entered the room, the light in her eyes diminished when the Chairman of the Town Council announced that she’d be the new sheriff of Stanton County. Far from thrilled, Constance’s lips tightened. Perhaps, if it were under different circumstances, she would be thrilled, but not like this. Despite her desire to not dwell on the matter, her sister and mother were adamant about celebrating her promotion

Returning to the Temple courtyard with the lingering burn of lust still in his veins, Phenix followed Kalyssa to what he presumed were the sleeping quarters. It was impossible not to notice the provocative swing of her hips in black pants that hugged her legs when she crossed the yard and stepped onto a verandah. Under the golden glow from the lanterns dotted at intervals along the stone walls, her hair fell in dark red waves down the back of her long-sleeved cheongsam-styled tunic. Sexy, bed-tousled

The last of the flames disappeared in a puff of smoke. Kieran’s arms were raised a moment longer and he slowly lowered them to his sides. He dearly hoped that Captain Cai will only see his power as sorcery, instead of fire wielding. Most citizens of his empire were either talented at sorcery or the ability to wield fire (or neither). On rare circumstances, an individual could have talents for both but the royal family wielded the power to control both forms of magic for generations. So, Kieran dearly

A visit from the Russians the week before, streamed through Ava’s mind. Two comrades from the cooperative, asking for her father as they walked past the piled haystacks to find him. One of them had purposely stopped and stuck his iron bar into a stack, probing the hay. Would they return soon and lead her family to their death? The Magyar's wife brought another bottle of vodka to the table and went back to dusting the cupboards. Ava curled up on the bench pretending she was asleep. “I don't understand

Gray- I watched as the um, um...I do not remember her name, I have a horrible memory. I remember the other servant called out her name but I do not seem to remember. The girl took Will's arm and followed him to his horse. Her lovely smile shone as she watched him get on his horse. Susan's mane flickered and she waited patiently for both of them to get on. A pang of jealousy hit me as my heart burned in my chest. What is wrong with me? She is a servant! "She is pretty is she not?" The Queen said

A black Ford Escalade, one of a fleet of vehicles, the monks kept secured in a warehouse in the town of Tangkouzhen, right at the southern base of the mountain cruised past her. So, Tung knew she was off the grounds. She waited for the vehicle to put some distance between them before she moved. She stared at the road for a second, and when she turned her head to move out from the bamboo grass, less than six inches from her face was a lush bamboo green pit viper, its vivid yellow eyes staring her

It was Gwaine, leaning against a lamppost, his washed-out pallor obvious beneath the weak lamp light. Gone was the usual mirth from his eyes, his cheeks had hollowed, and it appeared as if he hadn’t bothered combing his hair in a week. “Hey.” Gwen could not think of anything else to say, and she began to panic, wondering if Gwaine had relapsed. He looked that awful. “We need to talk.” “All right.” Gwen wanted to take his hand, but she was afraid he might not be receptive. “Are you okay? Have

The close confines of the narrow corridor gave Andreas the heebie-jeebies. He’d rather walk the foyer of Bossman’s Netherworld pad. With colossal black columns, razor-sharp shards hanging from the ceiling and devil-red eyes in the darkness tracking his steps and Hellhounds lazing in a sulfuric reek. Better than lemon-scented polish, the smell of carpet shampoo and insulated white walls guiding him to a door marked, Private. After a rap of his knuckles on dark wood, Andreas pushed open the door and

Opening his eyes, the first thing Cisco was aware of was being in this completely bluish and endless storm of lighting and flashes of light, perfectly mimicking the SpeedForce’s ambience and sending chills in the young man’s spine. ''I sure hope you’re hiding your weird fetishes somewhere where I won’t stumble into them.'' Said Cisco, trying to lighten the atmosphere. ''Barry?'' He called out, once and then twice. And another time. Maybe he wasn’t getting any answer, but the simple fact of hearing