Short Story: Why He Did This On Purpose

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”

My person was born on April 17, 1733 in Shadwell, Virginia. His mother was Jane and his Father was Peter. He was the third born of ten siblings. He was born into one of the most prominent Virginia families, because Jane was a member of the Randolph clan, which was a family that claimed they descended from English and Scottish Royalty. His father was a successful planter, surveyor, and cartographer

A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. “Seems like we'll have to relive the past for a little while here.”

I nodded my head deftly as he held me in his arms. He only needed one as I sat there in his grip. I almost felt like a child being held like that, sitting on his arm.

Hands on hips, Carter leaned back looked up at the tower and then down at the body working out angles and positioning.

He was tired. So very tired. His hands shook as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Eyes, once vibrant in their innocence, had dulled to a flat brown.

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

It was the night of the heaviest fall rains; water flooded the earth. Deep in the Montana Sawtooth Range, a young boy was born to the Kinakii (Kih- nA- key) Tribe. He was taken to Chief Mikanahay for tribal inspection. With all newborns, the tribe makes sure the right healthy genes present themselves to ensure the future of the clan. Chief Mikanahay noticed strange bands wrapped around the boy's right arm. “Get me Shakalm,” ordered the chief! Shakalm, the medicine man, came stumbling in drenched head to toe; his deer skin matted tight against his body.

Emitting vines from her arms, Sabra attempted to finish the fight quickly. Vittorio continued to show little concern watching the vines entangled around his arms. Sabra tugged on her vines, pulling Vittorio off the rock as he flew towards them. Gerard’s aura started to glow golden around his body, summoning his guardian angel. The aura gained a physical appearance resembling a monk. It sported gauntlets on both arms and a bead necklace, similar to what Gerard wore. Vittorio’s calm demeanor changed a bit, seeing the faceless monk standing next to Gerard. Vittorio placed his hand on the vines, using his manifestation to make them explode. Overdoing the explosion, everyone including Vittorio flew back a bit.

Samuel Townsend was a very poor man. He didn’t have a job, and he ate scraps out of the trash for nourishment. One fateful day, Samuel was walking towards the tavern to get food from the trash, when he spotted a fakir on the side of the road. The fakir looked anxious, and he called out to Samuel, “You there! Please come here!” With nothing better to do, Samuel started making his way to the man.

Kate opened the car door and she ignored whatever her mom was saying, she didn’t care. She was too excited for the rest of the night. When she got to Amelia's door, she paused and thought about what they were about to do. She knew that if they were caught, that they would get into serious trouble. Kate knocked anyways. Amelia’s dad answered the door. “Did you bring all of your stuff?”, he asked.

Excited burbles permeated the kitchen while Sakura skimmed through the morning paper. Nothing thrilling occured where she was stationed… then again that was likely a good thing. Peacetime was cherished widely because no one knew when it would end. At least, civilians never did.

Songbirds flutter outside, singing their warm tunes of the autumn season. Ayra, a woman who lives in a small cozy home within the village, squints her eyes tighter as she drags herself out of slumber. Light shined through the window, exposing the suspended dust that floats delicately in the air. Oddly it was very relaxing, almost impossible for Ayra to pull herself out of bed, but she managed to eventually. She just went ahead and changed from her sleepwear to her daily outfit. Her daily outfit was a shapeless dress that was fastened by the waist with a simple girdle, her shoes were boots that weren’t heavy duty but enough to cover her feet. She grabbed her shawl and sat down at her desk to brush out her hair for the day. She just stared at her reflection, brushing out her auburn hair. She didn’t put makeup on like the other women in the village, her skin was a natural ivory and speckled with freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Her deep blue eyes really complimented the look as well.

Soon the Tyrells sisters happened across a small stream hidden away from the trail. Throwing caution to the wind, the girls veered off the trail not heeding the warnings of those behind them. But the tranquil brooke was little threat. It’s trickling water seemed to sparkle in the beams of sunlight breaking through the leaves. Alayna slid out of her saddle to investigate the water further.

“Agent Ravi are we there yet?” Sam gave the driver an expectant look as if the agent behind the wheel could pull a platypus out of his ass. “I’m bored as a bull’s tits.” He looked at Jacob’s deadpan face. “You guys got no sense of humor. Must be a real joy having you guys around at the family feast.”