Short Story

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

Zilva was correct about that. Asir pulled out the reports of the planets labeled 1E24B, 2M59A, and 3P16C.

Sitting in their respective seats in the Arrow's cockpit, both members of the crew looked out the window at the twinkling planets and stars that dotted the inky black vastness of space, as far as the could see. It had been a little over sixteen hours since their hasty departure from Orion, and they would be coming on to Aquarios's outer space boarder, soon.

He slammed a heftily gloved fist against the control panel on the wall, closing the airlock door and instantly setting the compartment to pressurize. The loud hiss of rushing air was harsh against my eardrums as we removed our helmets and helped each other out of our surface suits. We passed through the inner door to assume positions in our padded launch seats, strapping ourselves in with the thick orange safety belts, me cinching tightly over my breasts to the point of near breathlessness.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off.

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.

What makes people who have different backgrounds succeed or fail? The vast number of immigrants who see America as the promised land and those who were born in the country are driven by the American Dream and share faith in the unwritten definition of the American dream: Those who work hard and abide by the rules have an equal chance of succeeding. People realize the attainment of the American dream through home ownership and doing better than their parents. While some repudiate and abandon such dreams as unattainable in the twenty-first century, Brandon King, a law student at Indiana University who wrote “The American Dream: Dead, Alive, or on Hold?” insists that it still exists and is pursuable. King points out that people who are more careful about their spending and seek secure jobs can achieve their dreams and maintain a middle-class lifestyle. Equally important, many researchers study the American dream concept and how to pursue it. Research proves that the American dream is still alive and achievable when people practice self-development, have the right attitude, work smart instead of work hard.

“Gentlemen, he said after inspecting all the boots, You have all done a magnificent job. I thank you for your help, and you have my permission to leave and get so much needed rest.”

Mateo watched, with his chin resting on his clasped hands, as Rider and Essie shared candy between them.

Normally Matt never likes tampering his mother's free will, but with each passing month, something deep within him is clouding his mind. "Well mom, I been thinking. What you're planing to do with your pregnancy next year, can you make it larger? Like...making your previous plans thin by comparison?"

Then if you walked downstairs there was an area that was for eating. It was a large room with nothing but a table in the corner for the food and tea to sit on. There was not any where to sit other than the floor, the same as that of the sanctuary. I am not entirely sure why this is but that is how it was. Also, I believe down here you were not supposed to wear shoes. With all of that being said everything was very clean because everyone was walking around barefoot. It was easy to notice how clean everything was because of the white tile that was down stairs.

The tape started, “All I remember was running. Debris, blood, water, needles, and bodies lay on the floor as I ran. I hurdled a body as I sprinted down the hall towards what I thought was a right turn, but I was sadly mistaken. Like a mouse in a trap, I shook as I turned to the tidal wave filled with the same items and carcasses. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate as the wave rolled closer and got taller and taller. My eyes opened in shock as I heard the last toll of the bell, the locks to the doors of the house clicked, and the tidal wave evaporated as my own tidal wave of relief and freedom rolled through me. I walked out the door, tired, dirty, and scarred for life. The walk to the police station was easy compared to what I endured.

When you’re back from the runs you don't feel better. Your legs haven't gotten stronger like your wife's. Your abdomen, after an entire month, looks the same. Not any flatter.