Short Story

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

He left the room for his news conference, followed by his aide. The rest of his disciples took to the city hoping to find an agreeable audience while locusts continued their frenzy of splattering on the window, the nation, and the world.

The sorcerer glanced up from his work, but only for a moment. It wasn't often that he received visits to his quarters beneath the castle and that was supposed to be the point. It was out of the way, beyond the marble floors, fountains, and scantily-clad ladies the nobles so enjoyed, down near the dungeons, with only flickering torchlight and the damp chill of the underground passages. Their were little comforts down here and the sorcerer approved of that. His predecessor was apparently much more inclined to hang around the palace above, show off tricks for the ladies in hopes of impressing one or two enough to get them to his bed chamber. It was likely that sort of simple, soft life that had led to the

“When I went on patrol, there was a criminal that set fire onto the house of a rival family.” Dick almost forgot Bruce went on patrol without him; he couldn't go because his ankle was twisted.

Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.

Scampering up the dark alleyway, a rotten, stagnant stench of flesh suddenly snaked its way towards us; he had no idea. We approached the back of the gas chambers, stuck between a barbed wire fence and solidified wall, our only way was forward. Chilling, thick clouds of fog started to sway our direction and helped mask us from German soldiers. Faint voices were heard deep further, but we couldn’t identify a thing. The fog slowly receded in the strong gust of wind and what I saw next plunged riddling fear deep down into my heart. The daunting scene exposed to my eyes startled me; I never wanted to eradicate a scene from my consciousness so promptly. Endless pits of ravaged Jewish bodies towered over us and tormenting aromas struck my nostrils. Perpetual confusion grasped my body as I became frozen in fear. Batel quickly tackled me to the ground as German soldiers disposing corpses came unquestionably close. I relinquished my sorrowful agony and focused on the task as it intensified. Increased patrols of German soldiers approached this way and before they could get any closer, we sprinted behind a shed. The open area was enclosed by barbed wire fences and I quickly had to rethink my plan. A direct pathway towards the offices appeared and we decided to follow them back. We hid behind a bin before our final stretch up the stairs and into my office. As we quietly left the bin and creeped up the uneven

There was a small whimper. Harry paused and looked towards the bathroom cursing under his breath. It was Louis he could see the boy's fluffy brown hair through the crack in the door.

“I feel dirty…” He mumbled. Harry sighed and ran his hand through the omegas feathery hair.

Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is

On a calm summers morning in the year 2018, Jack went to work at In-N-Out burger. He was flipping burgers and making milkshakes when his boss came over to remind him about his lunch break. Jack hopped in the car and drove near the Dolby Theater to Subway for lunch. He gave his order and waited for his sandwich. Jack looked out the window and saw the busy hustle and bustle of downtown LA. He saw the stars of celebrities and the crazy traffic, the tall buildings and the crazy culture. Moments later his sandwich was ready and he drove into the standstill traffic. Jack looked at his phone in the motionless traffic and found his lunch break had ended. Jack became stressed as his hopes of making it back to work was zero to none. Jack attempted

“Hello?” [ONE] rolled their eyes as they said the word. Come on, they were better than this. They didn’t need to talk to themselves.

Leaha fought the urge to focus on the screen that buzzed to life in her lap. The laptop could use a hell of an upgrade, one she already mapped out. But for now it would do, specially considering that it could not be tracked. Leaha wanted to dig into the files she had stolen, not only to learn what had set off the attack against them. But also to learn more about the people around her now. Leaha had never really trusted anyone, and the fact that she had almost allowed it before all this only pissed her off. But it proved her feelings on trusting others right in smooth move.

If you’re reading this you probably are wanting to know what you were like back in your youth (Yes, you are old now). To start, I’ll tell you a little about what is going on in the family right now. Well, I just turned 18 and let’s just say so far I am enjoying it. Grandpa and Grandma just put addition on their house. Dad is still making up his mind on whether or not he wants to sell the ranger (he has been in the process of deciding whether to sell it or not for about two months now). Mom just got back from Texas the other day. Her job at Nelnet has her traveling almost every other week now. Our little brother, Caden is a freshman right now. He thinks he’s a tough guy because he’s almost as tall as me. Owen is constantly wrestling Max

The soil was drenched in blood, yet the Nazi’s thirst for more could not be quenched. Years rolled on and it felt as though the dark uniformed men have locked away their hearts within the ribs of iron. Nothing would move them, neither the sight of torn hearts, nor of torn

No, he shouldn’t think like that. It wasn’t what she had or didn’t have, or anything he could put into thoughts or words. If only he knew what it was that made him do what he did. But then if you could explain away infatuation, the world would be a much simpler place, wouldn’t it?