Short Story

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

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

It is generally accepted within healthcare that to understand mental health we must adopt the biopsychosocial model. This model assumes that an interdependent relationship exists between biological, psychological and social factors which are involved in all aspects of mental health (Toates, 2010, p. 14). To be true to the model research must be holistic and not investigate the factors in isolation.

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

“Erica, I know a part of you can understand me,” Moxxie said. “We have a place for you. A place you can exist without the worry of any harm coming to you. You simply need to put the child down and come with us.”

He clasps his hands behind his back, head held high. “Let me speak to him.”

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,

The first howls rang through the prairie at midnight. The night was unbearably bleak, but it was better here than up North. Before, we would barely catch a scrap of dead rabbit if we were successful. Sometimes, we even had to resort to gnawing the bark off of trees just to stop the aching hunger pains for one second. A light flickered wearily through the blizzard, emanating from a small house in the distance. This was our chance.

"Fucking hell! Where the hell did you find this car!" said Sam with his eyes wide open while he was looking at an antique car, Chevy Nova 1972. It had newly painted metallic black color with 2 white racing stripes but instead of tires it had electric hover pads powered by a 1200 kW nuclear power engine.

Since he knew there was an memorial, seeing it and hearing about it, he wondered if their crosses were up. Or anything to remember them. Probably not, knowing how the world saw these two teenage killers. He didn’t think they would put up anything for them since they killed thirteen innocent people. Society doesn’t take those things lightly.

over.” She looked at the old woman. “I even went to my pastor, but when I meet him, Lexus seduced him. Right there in his office.”

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.

Mitch clung to the side of the cliff, wincing at the burn from his virtual muscles, his arms shaking as he heaved a leg up and over the edge. As his palm hit a soft tuft of neon-green grass, he thought about how real it felt. An oasis of organic sensation in an otherwise overclocked world. The cool blades calmed his soul for a whole two seconds before a fresh blast of digital artillery ricocheted off the nearest rock, sending shards flying into the back of his hand, tearing at the flesh as he clung for dear life.

How are we supposed to go in deeper? It’s not like we have a submarine!” “But we do!” Willow exclaimed suddenly. “Huh?” Me and Scarlett asked at the same time. “Well, at least my dad does. He works for the Marine Biology Center, and he can take us down in a submarine!” Willow told us excitedly. “Great! Let’s go!” exclaimed, already running down the driveway. Willow and Scarlett hopped on their bikes that were parked in my driveway, and I got mine out of the garage. Then we set off to the Marine Biology Center.

“Rufus!” yelled Adán as he swung his scythe at Heqet. The goddess caught the scythe and thrown the vampire across the room as well. He crashed through the dining table in the adjacent room, causing Aaqil to jump out of his skin and paused the ritual.