A Short Story : A Story?

"I will stop this," he thought. He ran outside, despite his many tries, he could not get through the dense crowd of people, he started screaming again, but it was no use, the combined shouts of the mob were too overpowering. Stefan heard people yelling, many foul things. He had to think of something, and fast. Then there was one shout that could be heard over the others, not a scream of anger, but a plea, it's words came clearly to Stefan's ears, they cut through the people like a knife.

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Climate change is the unusual change in the average temperature of the earth. This unusual change is primarily due to the burning of fossil fuels, oil and coal. Burning fossil fuels releases carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases into the atmosphere. These gases act like bricks in a fireplace. They radiate heat in all directions long after the fire goes out. Because of the large amounts of fossil fuels burned each year, there is too much heat radiation. For that reason, the earth’s temperature has risen and will continue to rise, which has a negative impact on ecosystems.

Anticipation brought a fever, a hot sweat to his face, my neck, and my hands trembled. I saw her as she turned into the alley. Puddles, slime and the pungent smell of rotting garbage filled the narrow walkway. I moved quickly, was almost within reach of her but she turned. Her eyebrows arched; lips opened. Screams filled my ears. I plunged forward, the knife awkward in my hand. Terror, stared at me, strengthened my arm; my fury drove the knife that slashed.

"My dungeon..." He'd kick aside the whip she dropped on the floor which sent it sliding into a table nearby before stopping, "... my fucking rules." He'd point to his chest with his index finger, poking that grandiose pectoral of his before it lowered down to his side. Crystalline blue eyes remained upon her now as he stood a few feet away... She could see him admiring her body again before stepping forwards and reaching for her ankles. They were tightly grasped with the hefty flex of his biceps and straining forearms to prevent her from kicking, where he'd place a shackle on either. She could hear the metalic rattle of the stout chains below while being connected to them. Brushing his hands together, Dante stood back up with a grin upon his lips as she was completely strung up; hands above her head, and feet bound straight to the floor with no slack. Mountainous shoulders shrugged as he canted his head to the side and asked inquisitively, "I think you'll be the one living the rest of your endless, ageless life in hell as my bitch... my pet. You made a mistake by coming here with me. I think most would rather choose

Mrs. Cunningham stopped dead. Fear flooded her as she stared back at Mr. Cunningham. She eyed him angrily as her eyes turned to the brightest blue. Mr. Cunningham pierced his lips together and let out his powerful siren to release a message that she would only ear, “calm down, I’m not here to harm you but to help.”

Mildred walked, almost ran, to her car. She was starting to taste freedom when that girl waved at her. She was in the middle of the street, her home an irritable flashlight in the otherwise dark and calm neighbourhood. The girl, Clarisse or something, waved again and smiled at her. ‘She is weird’ Mildred decided and it was definitely so. Only crazy people walked, let alone at night, without any clear destination. Hadn’t the girl got school? How dared she walked till this late when she got school?

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

Heaving, she flings herself at the mercy of the bed after latching her cell door. The taste of Sébastien's blood lingers in her mouth, metallic and salty, tender are her breasts where the beast has pawed her and she trembles with rage at the recall. “I saw the demon who owns his soul” she whispers, stunned. At the same time, in the parlor, Sébastien heaves uncontrollably. Mad at himself for the reckless action which he has misjudged and was incapable of carrying to its end. As it turns out, the frail, slender and delicate Madonna has surprised him with a speedy and mercurial riposte. What combativeness in this slip of a woman. And, how she deceived him, guarding herself while protecting her Angel from my inquisition. He dreamed of bending this

You can feel Her presence hovering above you, Her intake of breath slow and measured. Your eyes are glued shut, if death was to come, you wish it to be now, make the torment end, but alas, She was notorious for prolonging pain and despair. As you peel your eyes open you lower your gaze to the cracked and grimy tiles. You watch, entranced, as the beginnings of a shadow loom over you, taking the form of a colossal, yet striking woman. “Hello there dear Charlie, I see you have been lashing out, how undesirable of you,” She whispered in Her eerily sweet voice, “I suppose you are due for a punishment.” The shudder that ran through you was undeniable, She was cruel and relentless, and there was no escaping. Suddenly, you had a strong inclination to face Her; you were not going to go down without a battle. With a bruised and battered body, you rose to stand before Her. Once standing, you heard a resounding voice that surged through you, beckoning you to cease provoking Her, and flee, so that is exactly what you

Facing the RUF soldier that stood opposite them seemed to strike fear into the boys but Dia was determined to be strong. Avoiding eye contact with the RUF soldier, Dia tore the room apart with his eyes searching for an exit. Amongst the darkened, dreary interior a glimpse of outside light caught his eye from the corner of the room. He glanced towards the soldier and back towards the hole in the wall wondering if he had a chance to get away. Without a second thought he made a mad dash for it, sprinting as fast as he could to the wall several feet away and crawling through the hole barely big enough for him to fit through. Ignoring the yelling coming from behind him, a smile crossed his face as he ran in no particular direction. Despite the RUF soldiers trailing him he felt

Many characters are named throughout Geoffery Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Two interesting characters are the monk and the parson. Chaucer did not admire the monk but admired the Parson for his loyalty to God and the church. The monk and the parson are very different in their thoughts on the rules and teachings of the church, thoughts on wealth, and their thoughts about material items; however they are similar in that they are both male and are considered to be holy men.

“What do we have here?” an officer said laughingly as his demon eyes inspected the young girl. “I found this little scum hiding,” Thomas exclaimed as he shoved her forward. Sophia was confused. Why was he giving her to the evil monsters, she thought he was the hero? The malicious brute placed a hand on her shoulder as he stated with evil lingering in his voice, “I’ll take her.”

Jane glanced at the main entrance again, and inhaled. Without delay she jerked her face away and gasped for a breath that wasn’t the sickening stench of rotten death—her lungs protested and shrieked in queasiness, as she heard the loud steps and sniffing of something around her and moving in quickly. She heard a clatter of fighting and growls, mingled by screams and wounding howls. Jane knew she’d die if they found her, but she also couldn’t ignore their threats, the cries of the people they were hurting, crunching and severing wings from their back.

“Let me through!” The erratic mother screamed, pushing through the barricade of bodies. The spike stunned her to the ground, it could not be. “No…” it was that broken whisper that pulled Lourdes out of the