Underneath: A Short Story

A story of how Kasta (The Lady Killer) revolves and rebels! Kasta (The Lady Killer) is graced with the power too kill, so it is thought...

Under the Rug One night Alan Johnson was sitting in his bright yellow banana chair. He looked over and noticed a big lump in the carpet. Alan, in his tall and skinny body, stood up and stomped all over the rug. He thought to himself, “what could this be?” Every time Alan stepped on the object it would bounce his foot away.

A pair of heroes rose up and decided to stop Lelanthus. One came from the mighty dragons, while the other came from the mortals. To impede Lelanthus's carnage, the heroes had to attain Zadan, a mythical blade infused with the capability to seal away Lelanthus, which was concealed in a sanctuary atop the mountains. The Heroes may have lost many of their family members in the attempt to seal away Lelanthus, but peace was restored to Lukra and the Dark Ages had come to a close.

Colin becomes friend with a Talmar named Zan, and together they overthrow the dictatorship of King Talmar, and end the dictatorship. Colin, who is sure he hasn’t reached the land the Grand Odlum spoke of, decides to continue his journey.

In the loosely allied kingdom of Leodia, the fragile peace is threatened by a scheme from the shadows, where an immortal lord obsesses over curing the curse that afflicts his people, the akhkharu. Alaric Aelfvaldar pursues his agenda across ages of time, but his chase is finally at an end. The artifact he seeks is within reach, but its taking will disrupt a world ignorant of his people's existence and threaten to destroy all he has worked to protect.

Elway was a beautiful city, but at its core was darkness that no one dared speak about. This darkness came from Lord Kragen, who was taking the place of Garthram’s king, Ordan, while he was ill. The lord sat upon his throne, listening to a bandit leader as he explained what happened in the village of Arkney.

Nineteen year old Zindal Kordan stood at the window on the 409th floor of the unfinished Pax City Capitol Building and surveyed the rebuilding efforts going on far below. Over three weeks ago, he killed Henry Cavanaugh, the leader of the Naturalist Rebellion that had caused this bloody civil war Zin had fought in for almost a year now, on this alien planet so far from Earth where Zindal had grown up, but what he had come to call home. He hoped his actions, as brazen and dirty as they were, would come to fruition, but he knew how dangerous it was to hope.

Amir returns to Afghanistan, and discovers his whole life has been a complete lie. This is the moment he begins to look at life differently, and experiences his coming of age trial. Amir discovers that Hassan, who was previously perceived to be a family servant and friend, is actually is half brother. Hosseini uses dramatic irony, by writing that after his fight with Assef, an antagonist and a static character, Amir had a cut, “clean down the middle. Like a

No one undersands me...My mind is flooded with endless thoughts and emotions. It's a ripple affect as one drops it creates more and more but the difference is: It's an endless ripple. Each day I think of the same idle or a new one, I try to compress it as a way to opress the notion of it, however, my mind becomes crowded with more ideations. It's like a demon, one that I created, that revolves around my eyes. I lost sight because of how pitch black it is and my eyes soon became adapted to it. My eyes follow anything that moves around my mind, my legs begin to walk to running, and without sending a signal my hands begin to reach for that motion. I find myself soon enough chasing what's been running away from me, but what can it be? In reality, it's my sanity full of vanity but in actuality it's just my insanity... But what's

On March 1, 2002 another blonde-haired, blue-eyed white baby girl was born. She was one of 1.2 billion baptized Catholic. Just another American body, born and raised in a small town. This girl was nothing special. This girl was me.

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.

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.

I was a bit under seven when I was found. They had come with guns and flamethrowers, against my village’s spears and stone swords, but the members of our struggling village put up a good fight, but not for long. Us children were snagged up like leaves in the wind, and carried away. Most were knocking out by their captors to stop their screaming, I pretended to be as well, I was terrified to be hit in the head with one of their clubs.

His three year old son was immediately crowned king. When the new King was six years old, he found a book that recorded the true fate of the thousands of men sent for the western horizon. From that day on, he waited for the day he had full command of his kingdom. Having seen the records of the massacre of his father 's troops, he could see that the steel of Persian swords wouldn’t get him the secrets that his father had dreamed of. Meanwhile in the land of the Council of the Brotherhood, Seth had grown up. He had a lot of responsibility on his shoulder, since his brother, Khalq Alkram Alkhlwd who went by Alkram, was a major leader in the Council of the Brotherhood, and he responded to the expectations accordingly. His brother had found one of the main sources of the Council’s power and Seth couldn’t let his brother down. He trained every day with a vision of Persian cavalry soldiers, bloody swords in hand, staring down from the hills at a city ripe to be conquered, always on the top of

“Viola, darling, could you give me my purse?” A pursed pair of pouting lips smiled devilishly at Viola. “Of course, Auntie Lola.” “Thank you, dear.” Lola blew a kiss to her from the sofa as she took the purse from her niece. “Are you making a trip with Duke to the cemetery this afternoon?” “I’m thinking about it. He’s got some flowers to put on his grandfather’s grave, and I think Mother may need some new flowers too.” “Ah. Well, dear, Pearl and I are going out to the picture show this evening. Do pick up some dinner while you’re out, hm?” “Yes, Auntie. Do you know if Dad’s flowers need changing too?” “Not sure, love. I’d check. Just make sure you and Duke get dinner before you come back.”