Chapter 1 Short Story

hand. The narrator at first was very uncomfortable, hesitant, and very uneasy like he had an

It was time to make our move. We forced Antone Weekes to convince Aaron Sherritt to go out by telling them he’s lost and requires their help. Eventually, a murmur of discomfort came upon my ears. After what seemed like a suspicious family discussion, Aaron finally appeared at the front door. He began to tremble as he saw me and asked, “What have I done to deserve this. I beg for your mercy. Please don’t hurt me or my family.” His eyes twitched whilst his anxious smile was displayed boldly as he spoke his last words. “Death is necessary for an untrustworthy fool like you. Divulging our private conversations to those cowards?”, I fired back at him, my words exaggerated. Enraged by my friend’s actions and cowardliness, I pulled out my double-barrelled gun. As remorseful as ever but at the same time more furious than Ned encountering Constable Hall. I triggered my revolver. It’s all done. I’m finished with my obligation, executing Aaron, my one-time friend. As Aaron’s corpse fell lifelessly against the creaky floor, his wife, Belle, and mother-in-law frantically caressed it. Tears in her eyes, Belle moaned, “What have my Aaron done to you. You monster. How could you kill somebody as sweet as him?”. Blood was pouring from Aaron’s chest, flowing through tiny fissures within the wooden

“The next moment they were in the shed, walking past the long line of stalls, when suddenly Nelly heard her father cry out: We've got him, sheriff! Block the door!”

“He analyzed Vesper and in a minute his mouth dropped. His eyes seemed to turn glassy as recognition grew stronger. He stuck out a hand to Vesper and pulled him into a deep hug, slamming his back to make sure he

''What are we going to do?'' Panicked Cisco, helplessly looking in horror the Dominator's ship slowly, but surely going down. ''Can't you use the ship's tracker to keep it away from Earth? Long enough to get inside?'' He quickly inquired to Sara.

''I don’t get it.'' Firmly said Barry after a long silence, feeling his strength slowly, but surely, coming back to him, finally regaining the ability to sit straight on the rock wall behind him. ''What are we doing here?''

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde is about a man named Mr. Utterson who is a

Plot: It seems like the spotlight is always on the new baby and Fili thinks no one cares about him

Elizabeth could not believe her boldness, but since he was going to be leaving, perhaps never to see him again, she wanted to get as much of him as possible.

Enough was enough! thought Mr Jewel. How dare this young whippersnapper keep asking him questions? So, from his pocket, he grasped the watch on its chain and swung it in the air.

Jared was standing outside his son’s preschool waiting to pick up Jonathan. Jared looked over to see Felicia Day coming towards him. Felicia was his afternoon sitter. He forgot to call her and let her know he was picking up his son.

‘Lord Fox!’ yelled a voice. The sound rang through Lord Fox’s head, bouncing and echoing all the way until he snapped back into consciousness.

The young woman nodded but kept her eyes averted. “He…he…he said we might be able to help. That ye needed this. He wanted to pay, but we insisted a visit with the king was an honor. He forced payment on us anyway.” She trembled a little. “Can ye tell me what we did wrong? I havena been doing this all that long.”

He laughed and caved in. 'Okay, okay! And it’s Ministry, not Minsty. But no other chores, young lady. You can help once you have finished your school work. Now run along to the windmill. You too, Mrs Tiffin. I’ll send one of the maids over with the drinks.’

His words stunned her. Her bags had been packed? A sick, sinking feeling took hold of her stomach and tears of disappointment replaced the tears of indignation and outrage. So this was it; the end of her college career. Over before it began. How could she have been such a fool? She had allowed wishful thinking and fanciful dreams to cloud her judgement. Of course it had all been too good to be true. Things like that just did not happen for free. There was always a price. The price, in this instance, seemed to have been her body.