Short Story

“Good. Then this should go real quick.” Rosie scurried down the hall. The breakroom was to her left. She noticed Hexson leaned on the vending machine, where the stranger from earlier had stood. He waved his arms, attempting to get Rosie’s attention, but she ignored the detective. Rosie had other business. It was time to build up the green civilian, and then watch him crash to the ground.

“Not really; the kid’s always been charismatic.” Erica smiled to herself, remembering little Ezra trying to convince her to buy him sweets at the market.

Nobody is perfect, so everyone all makes mistakes. Human created history and even historical failures. Some people believe that we usually repeat what we did wrongly before. It sounds similar to the British author George Bernard Shaw’s idea: “We learn from history that we learn nothing from history.” However, in my opinion, that idea is completely not correct, because we must learn something from the mistakes we made in the past, so that we would not do them one more time at the present or in the future.

Wes 1's mom threatened that if he kept slacking off, she would send him to military school.

“I fell,” Madge answers through gritted teeth, clutching her calf tightly as she blinks out tears from her eyes as quickly as she can. It was just her luck that she’d fall off the wall like a complete idiot right after being told to quit. Maybe the odds really weren’t in her favor.

Language is the one of the earliest examples of humanity’s ingenuity. It allows us to express our passions, feelings, and beliefs by how we want others to perceive them. Everyday, we humans interact with words and language, whether it is through books, listening to speech, or having conversations with those around us. The importance of communicating to others through speech and writing is such an abstract concept, and the complexity of our languages is truly astounding. Sadly, people often underestimate words in their capabilities to wield power. Words can inspire, bring about hope, suppress, aggravate, and more. Orwell’s Animal Farm truthfully shows how words and language can be used to spark a rebellion and later on, to keep a corrupt

Remus, seeing strait through the fake interest growled and let Moony take over his mind. He said nothing but instead rammed into the door. He bounced off it and went to do it again, this time he let his magic aid him and swirl around him as he came in contact with the sturdy wood.

“Twenty-one! The Chief’s vote makes it twenty-one! And by God if that ain’t a majority I’ll eat my hat!” “Yippee,” Cheswick yells. The other Acutes are coming across toward me. “The meeting was closed,” she says. Her smile is still there, but the back of her neck as she walks out of the day room and into the Nurses’ Station, is red and swelling like she’ll blow apart any second.

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The warm flow of water ran in rivulets down his body, the steam and soothing words reliving the pain that I had witnessed today: Seeing Paledon dead as a rock. The pain still yanked at my heart, making me feel like I was dying. It was the fear caving in me. I sat beside Paledon in my en suite’s spacious shower, gently sponging the dried blood from Paledon’s skin; I had wanted to try and clean myself up since I stunk to high heavens, but after everything Paledon had gone through (I still don’t know what exactly happened) I wouldn’t hear of it. The thoughts swirling in my head as I got back to the Tower were sinister and worrying.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

Mh'ale wasn't like the other stars. He was dark, cold, with no light of own to brighten his way through life. The others, so beautiful and radiant and brimming with energy, had no love for the freakish thing that inhabited the Nothing with them. Mh'ale envied and despised them in equal measure, and would weep and wail miserably when they taunted him, the tears puddling and pooling all around. The stars paid no heed to his misery; they were too perfect to cry, and didn't understand why the ugly little star was drowning himself. He only ever felt happy when he was bathed in light, but no matter how hard he begged, the stars refused to share the gifts that came to them so naturally. They teased and taunted him, allowing slight flickers

“I’m fine, really,” Jared said as he closed his trailer door, still holding the ice pack over his now blackened eye. The truth was he was anything but fine.’ He shakily walked over to the couch and sat down. There wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t’ hurt. The crew had just witnessed and broken up Jensen kicking his ass up and down the set.

Now, more than ever, we are inundated with current events and stories we would never have heard ten years ago. Our level of awareness as a nation is setting us on a path of progression, with information one swipe away with a smart phone among other devices. The mass media outlets ultimately control the narrative and information presented to society. The dangers of the media can include: the use of choice words, special camera angles to make an event look much larger, loaded questions toward interviewers, the creation of hysteria, and the projection of their beliefs. The media knows what incites emotional responses and work while straddling a fine line to engage the public within their journalist guidelines. They can use tricks of the

“I thought that we’d end up meeting in the club again – I didn’t honestly think that you’d contact me.” said Lorenzo, with a cute smile on his face, revealing dimples on his pale cheeks. “Do you think this low of yourself?” she teased.