Short Story

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

Phelps and Umonakalisi reached the bottom of the stairwell, stopping just long enough to catch their breath, but with the location of their foe unknown, Phelps opened a crack in the door just wide enough to hear the silence of the empty corridor. They were alone. Their prey still alluded them, and both men burst through the doors, setting off at a sprint along the passageway. Within thirty seconds, the signs on the walls announced the beginning of Hangar G. Phelps slowed. He searched for an entrance. Then, he stopped beside one of the huge maintenance doorways and pressed the access panel. The door remained unmoved.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

It’s weird to separate himself from his job. He doesn’t really like it. Which is probably why he’s stayed single for so long. Well, he has Rebecca, but that’s beside the point.

1. The house was set in the middle of a field or at least what used to be a field. As I walked into the house, I could smell rot all around me. I could feel the chill of the house creeping into my bones-I could almost taste it. To my left was a broken table, with a dusty old vase next to it. In front of me were some stairs. I walked up those stairs, and with each step I could hear the stairs creak beneath me, just waiting for a chance to snap. I looked up when I got to the top, and in front of me was a room that seemed to be an old kitchen, to my left a bedroom, and to my right a small closet. I entered the kitchen. In the shelves were a few old food cans. There were a sink and a table. Nothing much to see in there. I walked into the

After about ten minutes or so he noticed that Louis was becoming restless again. He sighed and began to rocked with the boy trying to calm him.

Rudy had a lot to learn about reading. Meredith half listened to his voice at the back of the crowd as she swiped left, left, left. She'd heard him read it so many times she had it memorized. He should be toning it down though. People wanted to co-create the emotional experience.

You concluded that you were asleep. Everything around you was pitch black and you were in a trace-like state.

After work hours, the twilight of the sun setting cast a solemn reflection on the buildings. The coming night cover provides a blanket of anonymity. Allowing people the freedom from their moral restraints, as the barrier of rationality is broken by the salacious acts that occur commonly. Among this crowd, Cander pushes through the flooded streets, momentarily escaping through a buildings door, albeit to enter a crowded bar. His trained eyes scanning the room, he spots Chris against an area of the bar. The small group around him listen and laugh boisterously to his story, the entertaining Chris gestures with his hands and facial expressions, Cander shakes his head and laughs to himself before walking over.

Once out in the one of the gardens, Alayna breathed out a sigh of relief. She had been hoping no one would stop them on their way out of the castle and thankfully, they expedition hadn’t been interrupted. Relaxing, the Reachwoman allowed the cool breeze to wash across her face as the sun blazed in the late morning sky. Her companion, however, wasn’t interested in enjoying the favorable weather.

For months, I’ve been searching for information, and following every lead, I’ve received. Unfortunately, they’ve all been dead ends. I keep hoping Kennedy will show up safe and sound, but the more time that passes, the less likely it is to happen.

“No!” Taehyung exclaimed out loudly. Taehyung is not ignorant, he knew if he allowed that to be empty, he would be used and abused. But truthfully, Taehyung has never really thought of it and he was afraid he’ll miss something and regret it. But anything was better the blank spot, especially with dirty tricky people like this. “I would say no to gun play, blood play, actually any play including the body that isn’t fucking normal. I am against dicks.”

I shook my head "Nope" I told the blonde hair boy that was standing in front of me, he was standing high and mighty like a perfect structured solider "We would hurt are selves" and i was right, we both could get seriously hurt if we fell of this roof.

The empty void of nonexistence was full of nothing, home to nobody, and as interesting as nowhere. Currently, however, these were all things of the past in this timeless place, as two old men that now inhabited it were currently bickering; as old men tend to do. One was a man of science whom sat on top of a large machine, covered in exposed wires and flashing lights, that was about the size of a tool shed. The other, a bizarre man to say the least, stood down below at a table that was an organized mess of old tomes, scrolls, and many exotic items used for arcane creations. They went about their odd business with disdain for one another, ever so often pausing to continue their pointless argument. As the bearded man down at the old table