Short Story

She can see the gray streams of morning dawn flooding in and embracing the castle infrastructure like an old friend. She slinks back to the suite up the glass staircase, finding the guards gone, she slowly turns the knob of the door but freezes as she feels a cold breath blow down the back of her neck and a sharp prick. Goosebumps rise along her skin as she scratches the back of her neck and spins around, expecting to find someone behind her but she sees nothing but shadows, cast by the morning light coming in from the outer hallway. She turns around, blowing a breath out between

“No, but I could forgive you your mistake. You’re here because you didn’t die. You’ve spent the last several hours being healed, true, but that was simply to get you mobile as soon as possible. By the time we’d found you after your failure to report for transplant, you’d already grown most of a new liver. It had, admittedly, been several days that you’d lain on the floor, so I had you brought here so I could study you.” Lung-Tze cocked his ancient, wrinkly head to one side. “You’re not following, are you? Let me condense the story.

Her lips had been soft and warm, inviting, back then. He pulled the door half shut and walked

When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”

Staying in the middle of New York currently is bothersome. There is a raging heat outside and my air conditioning unit has broken down. No one comes into my shop, except for my regulars, anymore. No one believes in old styled medicine, anymore. No one, except, for the boy roaming in my shop comes in, anymore. He looks about fourteen and a little dirty, but who isn’t at his age. His footsteps cause my discolored floorboards to creak, I hope he doesn’t fall through one of them. His green eyes look lost, but his body knows where he is. He comes in regularly and at the same exact time, two o’clock p.m. His watch goes off, he turns it off, then he sets a new time, and begins to roam. Now, he is in the back end of my storefront, looking at the

Then, as he studied them, the pair emerged from the long grass into shorter, more open pasture, and Leon felt every nerve in his body snap tight. They were not buffalo but lions. Never before had he seen lions of that size or colour. The early-morning sun was behind them, highlighting their regal, stately progress. Their manes were deepest Stygian black and shaggy as haystacks, ruffling in the breeze as they stopped to stare up at the approaching aircraft.

The Japanese will attack swiftly, unlike the Chinese who attack slowly but undercover. The random facts poured into the children's brains as they sat with their backs completely straight. Wires ran from their heads down to the floor, and most of the children, without blinking, sat and quietly listened to the constant feed that pounds their brains for six hours straight. Most of the children stared at the white wall in front of them without moving a single muscle; then there's Haiku.

wide round face with a huge smile and short black hair cut straight as if she had a bowl on her head. Like most Flatheads she was reserved. The top accountant, Gertrude, a local girl exemplified all the typical Flathead features, and appeared quite unattractive wearing glasses as thick as the windshield of a car with a complexion reminiscent of the wicked witch of the east. All in all though the bean counters were a pleasure to work with. They pretty much stayed in the back and criticized all the bookkeeping mistakes the desk clerks made during the day. One could say they were the brains of the operation, as they carried out their duties and kept track of all the beans. As Japes became more and more popular with the staff the Flatheads

“How very unusual, I usually happen to know all of my guests...You are, however, very mysterious, and I do like mysteries,” she purred.

It was New York City in 5028 when this tragedy was established. All people were forced to go bald! This was not okay according to anybody, especially Jessica. Jessica was a 15 year old girl who was particularly shy and quiet, her hair was her protection. But when she was told by the authorities that a new law was established that everyone had to go bald, she went crazy. Literally Crazy. She kicked the officers and ran away to an abandoned house in the area where she hid until the authorities found her and shaved her hair for her. But she put up a fight, and it was a good try.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Outside the window, the sky was still dark. There were barely any stars in the sky, and no cloud cluttered. The sky was painfully dark and motionless. Except for the faint light from the moon, everything seems lifeless. In a dark room, there was a girl sitting up on the bed, leaning on the wall beside her. She was looking out the window. Through the window, the girl can see the sky and the top of some buildings, however, nothing special or attractive. But, the girl has been staring at it for almost an hour now, silently and peacefully.

It all starts on the side of Mt. Kilimanjaro, at the science and mining camp Alpha Site 18. Emilio, a black haired, blue eyed, roughed up miner from years of working in other mine shafts and a hard personality with a soft spot for children, was walking toward the main science bay area at request of the head scientist there, Ian Mack.

Once inside there were all sorts of military people roaming around the place. One of them brought two cups of tea to them as they sat down at a table. Lincoln instinctively took a sip. How did they know he liked his tea black and hot and that he detested coffee? Michelle must have told them.

If that doesn't happen... Let's hope it's the start of good things between you and my son-in-law. - What do you have for me? - Not much.

There is nothing amazing about being a wannabe YouTube star, however my neighbor, a tall, greedy, e-begging, neckbeard seemed to believe otherwise. His large YouTube channel was an excellent measuring tool for his insatiable ego. He had made a steady living over the years from his pseudo-intellectual rants covering a wide variety of topics. He also did a fair number of internet challenges so he could get some money from the high number of views they received. Needless to say, he was a greedy person. He could eat his own weight in cake, and was probably about two happy meals away from a mobility scooter. He was a chronic narcissist who also owned a podcast with three other people. You’ve got the man himself, his brother wearing sunglasses