A Short Story

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

“Nicole! Guess what,” my friend Melodie screamed from across the street, “Someone stole a painting at the Louvre. Come here it’s in the paper.” She hurriedly gestured for me to cross the street. I sighed disappointedly as I trudged across the street, pulling my furry coat around myself tighter. I glared at my slightly short friend; her short light brown hair was violently whipping around her head. Her light blue eyes were practically glowing.

The duo sped through back roads of their little shore town, belting 90’s country music at the top of their lungs. The doors of his black 2002 jeep were off and the top was down so the warm summer air surrounded them on their drive. The breeze swept her long blonde hair out of her freckled face and into the salty sea air. Brennan admired the way she left it to lay naturally as opposed to many other girls, but he knew she was never one to do as others did. Her bright blue eyes captivated him, drawing him in time and time again. Her face was beautifully fresh, free of any makeup or blemishes. He preferred to see her this way, anyway. Her ratty soccer tee shirt hung off her bare shoulders, concealing her plain black bikini top. The sun

"Stop what, I'm not touching ya." Carlos laughed and pressed his hips into her ass, allowing the girl to feel the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. "Not yet. Ya really think Jimmy's not gonna let us fuck you, you don't know Jimmy, and I can't wait to bury my cock in that tight, little cunt of yours." Keeping his voice low enough to be inaudible to the others, the Hispanic tightened his grip on the girl and slid one hand up to briefly squeeze a breast as his gaze slid to his companions. First, to Jimmy, to ensure he hadn't noticed his little infraction with Alyssa, then to Duane.

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

Kissing the driver passionately, Marlene exited the Malibu and waltzed across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. The raven-haired beauty with a reputation of being high maintenance unlocked the Mercedes. Driving down Imperial Street toward Highway 74, her thoughts lingered on the last hours spent with her lover. Rushing to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew, she drove faster than normal, and entered the garage without seeing Jerry’s car. Marlene parked, straightened her clothes as a devious smile crossed her face. Going through the house and into the kitchen, where made a fresh pot of coffee, while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

“You rested for quite a while, it's evening time!” said one of them. Both had wonderful light hair, and their brilliant beady eyes took after those of a doll. Their garments were smooth - one wore a dark dress brimming with laces while the other wore a dark suit and under it a striped white shirt. Mary couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they all were and the happy faces that circled around her.

“Here’s to the best chemist the lab could have hoped for.” He glanced sidelong at Erica and grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You’ll blow them away with another brilliant solution as usual,” he said, bringing the drink to his lips. Returning the grin, Erica started to raise the cup to her lips, then paused and frowned, staring intently at the ground. Pressing her free hand firmly against the dirt at the edge of the blanket, she felt the ground shiver and then saw small pebbles and rock chips vibrate.

He took in the calm look on the man’s face, the way his high cheekbones were beautifully illuminated in the orange glow of road lights- making him look almost otherworldly. The faint uptick at the corner of Stu’s lips, the way his stupid blue hair lightly blew with the aircon, the way he drummed his long fingers absently on the steering wheel were inescapable- Murdoc knew.

I had prepared myself for weeks for the wake up call. I had assembled my horse as well and tonight was the night for a midnight ride to the place. I ran out the door in boots and my night wear. I jumped and swung my leg over the horse and fixed the musket strap to settle across my shoulder. I pressed my heels into her side and she took off. I rode my horse as fast as I could, my heart beating fast. I had been trained for this. I had my muskett by my side loaded and ready for a shot.

Two months later on a Saturday morning, Charlie threw a dish rag over her shoulder and answered the knock at her door.

After another long and adventurous week in Dubai, the couple finally returned home to Trost and spent the next couple of days unwinding and unpacking. By Monday, things had returned to normal and, as usual, Levi got up early to get ready to work.

This story is going to be about a woman who tried her best at something that no one else in her family tried to do. To those who knew her, she was a stubborn woman who didn't like to determine her life based on what others wanted her to do. She led her own way through life, she had moments where she made mistakes but she learned and carried on in life. This is the story of a family woman from Ewa Beach who wanted to further her education for her family.