Short Story Chapter 1

“The only sounds I could hear above the trotting of the pony’s hooves and the rumble of the wheels and the creek of the cart were sudden harsh weird cries from birds near and far.”

He sighed loudly, “Newbies, always trying to play the hero,” he snapped his fingers and I heard a loud crack from behind me, then a heavy thud. I was too scared to turn around, I knew she was dead, there was no way she couldn’t be. I couldn't hear her breathing, or feel her shaking anymore.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but

“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!”

‘Of course, it is!’ argued Mosaic. ‘A hundred years ago, the former owner built the house on a disused chalk mine. He fell in love with a local beauty, but she was already married, so he used an underground tunnel to visit her at night. Her husband found out and banished her to a neighbouring town. From then on, she lived in a caravan amongst a field of wheat, selling sprigs of heather, and reading tea leaves. Of course.’

Sah’ra paced back and forth in her room—lost in her thoughts. She had been a member of a previous security detail. Through that experience, she was one of the few who understood the danger humans posed to the other galaxies.

“I’ll be back, please ask Giry if you need anything,” She quickly scrambled away, and headed for Erik’s office without a word. She felt him following behind, his steps soft and light. He slammed his office door behind them.

They made it out of Viridian Forest not long after defeating that swarm of Beedrill. It was getting close to evening by the time they made it to the next route, so they stopped to make camp for the night. It would be another two hours before they could make it to Pewter City if they continued. It was safest to just make camp. They sat around the fire Spitfire had made for them. Misty was the only one who didn't release her Pokémon. Rattata snuggled in Gabby's lap and ate from the bag of chips in front of them. Spitfire whined in jealousy, but Rattata only hissed. Gabby sighed.

The moment Atmas appeared near the massive energy signature that had entered his realm; he felt another large one erupt into existence. Curious, he faded into a breeze and flowed towards the source of the two powers, wafting behind a rock he materialized and looked at the source. A smirk spread on his face as he saw his friend standing at the edge of a small circle of rocks, facing away. Atmas didn’t know why he didn’t recognize his friend’s signature; he figured it must have been too mixed up with his friend’s opponent. “Good of you to join us, Wind God”, the intruder said, “I don’t know why you’re cowering behind that rock while you let your guards do your fighting.”

“I never got your names, by the way,” (Y/N) brought up. “Well, I know you’re Prompto. Ig’s mentioned you’re a big fan of ‘King’s Knight.’”

Something crashed against the hard earth, sending reverberations beyond the iron gates and past Utterson’s feet. Looking up, he saw a black, winged creature flying away. Moans from within the graveyard distracted him; suddenly recollecting himself, he ran towards their source, fearful that he would find Hyde doubled over, emaciated and violated.

The Swede put his two index fingers to the corners of his mouth and pushed them up, in a smile. Taking his fingers away, he held the smile, even if he wasn’t feeling like smiling.

Her heart had never pumped so fast in her life; not even when she stepped on stage for her first open mic night. Never. She could have used a couple of minutes to regain her composure. Heck, she needed a couple of days to recover from that kiss. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a chance to dwell on a newly developed crush. Odds were pretty good that she’d never see Mr. Man ever again. That feeling sank like a rock in her stomach.