The Forbidden: A Short Story

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

The reek of death hangs in the air throughout the land. Filling the mouths of those who lived in this abandoned land was the taste of burnt garlic. The screams and cries of terror undistinguishable between beast and human fill the ears of the last ones living. The sky, which was lit by the glow of fires, is grey and empty. Decaying bodies and

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

Dictating, waiting, How my future may unravel, My heart sinks as the judge pounds the gavel, The judge hits the gavel- one... two... three- The jury cries out, "Guilty! Guilty!

It was a bright sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. There was a group of 6 of us looking to discover the forbidden desert.

On a damp and slightly foggy evening on the coast of South Hampton, midsouth in England, a man the name of Andrew Jackson Walks onto the port of where a major role in his life is about to be fulfilled. Andrew had always seen things in his dreams but this was surreal to him. He had previously bought a ticket onto a so-called “unsinkable ship” and he was eager to see why his dream had lead him here. His dreams were always quite colorful and imaginative, but they always seemed so farfetched yet surreal. A place that he could almost imagine he was standing in the very place he was now, yet this time it only seemed like a dream, it’s a dream he has had for a long time. Going out to sea, eating divine food prepared by talented chefs, and maybe meeting a new friend or two. He thought of all this just standing there, at this marvelous

At the beginning of chapter 12, the spirit bear approached Cole. Cole was about to spit at the bear but he swallowed it back. Cole did not understand why he did what he did. After this, Cole rubbed his hands into the white bushy hair and he suddenly felt trust. The bear stayed motionless and soon leaved Cole alone. From that moment, Cole started to see the world around him as a beautiful place. Cole appreciated many things such as the plants, the seagulls, the seals, and many more Abiotic and biotic things.

Ever since Shadow was a young child he's never known what a family was or what it meant to be apart of one. His mother died while giving birth to him , with his father abandoning him and placing him in the foster system at a young age. At the age of 6, Shadow started to develop skills no 6 year old should ever know how to do. Running away from the foster system, Shadow used these skills he developed of survival and took care of him self. At the age of 10 he was discovered by an agency known as The Sacred Hand. They were a contract killing agency, that picked targets for all the agents to go out and kill, and they had big plans for Shadow. Molding him into what they believed to be a perfect specimen of a killer he willingly accepted, since all

The man thought he killed him, as Brazen lied on the ground bloodied. After a blackout, he woke up, touching the back of his head. The early morning had gotten brighter, and he heard policeman on their way, to the scene. Brazen committed vehicular manslaughter, wondering if there were any witnesses. He got off the ground in a daze, as he used his hand as leverage crawling back into his cab. He pulled off, knowing the woman he saved was long gone. Had she stuck around wouldn't have made sense.

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.

Something about the way she was so confident. Not afraid to fall. Not afraid to crash. Things the younger me wasn’t able to relate to. She skated by with her violet colored helmet flashing in the corner of my eye. I jumped up, surprised by the sudden movement so close to me. Coming to a stop, she paused to relax her tense body and took a moment to catch her breath. Walking up to her, I introduced myself, eager to seem cool in front of a kid my age who was interesting. Her enthusiasm about meeting me encouraged me to try to befriend her. Attempting to contain her excitement, Jenna introduced me to her parents, immediately taking off outdoors.

Xion exited the dark portal with a finished mission report in hand, she gave it to Saïx who registered it in the database. After that, she left the Gray Room, thinking quietly to herself. 'Huh, I finished my mission a lot sooner than I thought and it's too early to go to Beast's Castle and wait for that boy to return. Wonder what I should do 'till then.'

The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me, and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling my bones to that of splintering ice. The need to move started me forward though, and I felt a sharp ache all over, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins

As I look forward to a wine and cheese social gathering at the Micciche’s home on April 9th for a discussion on hosting international students, I reflect on the supportive community at Friends School that helped to shape a promising future for my daughters, Kathryn and Caroline. Kathryn graduated from Friends School in 2008 with your son Nick and today, she is a self-supporting writer living in Los Angeles; an accomplishment for any young writer and a relief for any parent.