Short Story

As we walk out of the catacombs the fresh air fills my lungs and I thank God that we made it out of there alive. I wish Pastor Ron could be here with us right now. He didn’t deserve to be killed. If anyone I did. Sure I wanted to come here to build a wall to help the school kids, but I honestly only did that for the service hours I needed to graduate. He had volunteered to come down and make sure we stayed and safe and to work on the wall. He didn’t have to. Now he is dead. I wish I could take his place and him be here right now, where I am standing. Just then I hear a burst of gun fire in the distance. Immediately I turn to it. I see two rebels fire and a bunch of bottles and they laugh and continue to jug their beers. Palmer grabs my arm and pulls me to the ground. He then points to the

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

Realizing this supplied the perfect distraction, he continued his progress, easily jumping from rooftop to rooftop through the city, unobserved by the people below, to the palace district. Nearing the palace, he began encountering soldiers stationed upon the roofs and decided to return to the streets where he could blend in with the frantic crowds more than a lone individual traveling by rooftop. When he reached the palace gates, he slipped away from the crowd and hid behind a rain barrel of the building directly across from the gates. He observed two armor-clad guards armed with spears standing just inside and miraculously, had not discovered him since they were all too busy assisting the patrol that had just come through the gate, its wagons filled with hot steaming cauldrons on their way to help with the assault on the city’s main gate, to notice him. He made his move when the street had finally cleared and openly approached the two guards. When the guard saw him, he barked out, “Halt. No civilians allowed beyond this point, only soldiers of Parsis.”

"M...mo...m," I tried to yell for my mother, but I began to vigorously cough as tears streamed down my muddy face. I knew I wouldn't stop fighting to find someone. But, I needed to get somewhere the ruffians couldn't spot me, just until things died down, since helicopters were everywhere. I realized I needed to figure out the schedules of when they searched, but now isn't the time to worry about that.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

“We got to get him tested?” She smiled. “Is your blood still itching for Reno to scratch it?”

As I dejectedly strolled away from my last chance at retribution I heard someone call my name from behind me. Immediately turning around I noticed a hulking hooded figure. He gestured for me to follow him. He led me towards one of those derelict driveways decorated in graffiti. Near a car parked there stood two other men dressed exactly like him. These men who themselves looked like demons of death were strangely my saviours.

Devin just groaned. “So, you are telling me that now you have a killer who was ordering Rule Guards to kill you, or was, but they did not get you. So now, they are chasing you and trying to find out whether or not you can bring down this figure. And your suspicions are that the hooded figure

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

I look around the dark room, watching my allies. One sharpening one of his swords, another punching a bag of sand. And another boy in the window looking down over the city. I sit in the corner, just watching them. All I can think is, how did I become a fugitive of the entire country? I stand up and wander to the door.

I gawked at the crowd of kids, why did they have to make so much noise, or move so much? I hated how new I was to this, but I kept on.

All that was left was the bathroom and my bedroom. I snuck into the bedroom, wielding the sharp knife in terror, and bent over to look under the bed. No one was there. I silently released my breath and turned toward the closet. I opened the closet carefully and switched on the light. Again, no one was there. I had one place left to look: the bathroom. This was probably the hardest place, because I had seen too many movies where someone was hiding in the shower. Nonetheless, I crept into the tiny bathroom and flipped on the light switch. The navy blue shower curtain hung there concealing whatever fate lay before me. I reached my hand out toward the curtain, paused a moment, steeling myself and summoning the last of my courage, and committed myself to the search. I grabbed the edge of the curtain and whipped it back in a flash, preparing myself to use the knife on the fiend hiding in there. I trembled as the knife dropped out of my hand. No one was there. Relief flooded me so strongly that I nearly crumpled to the floor. Later, after I had called my boyfriend back, he remembered that he had gone by the apartment while I was gone and dropped off a book I was reading. I had forgotten that he had a key. He had forgotten he’d been there and closed the door. That was one wild homecoming!

I shoot up from my bed in the middle of the dark in a cold sweat, my eyes adjust slowly as I rub them in the darkness. I glance beside me at a familiar silhouette, it's none other than Thomas and I note his arm carefully constructed around my waist. In the few years I've known him I've realized this nervous tick about him, like a child, he finds the need to cling onto something in order to sleep. There have been moments in the night where I've found him cradling me like a beloved toy in his arms possessively but in the morning he's always gone and he leaves no evidence of his actions.

You wake up and find yourself passed out on your friend's floor. For a few seconds, you find yourself confused, but then you remember the wild party the night before. Well, some of the party, anyway. Your memory goes fuzzy after these hot chicks starting passing around a few special drinks.