Short Story

So she started to build her shelter. Once she was done with her shelter, the workers went inside and just talked to Susana about survival and how great it was so she wouldn’t get worried and afraid. Well that didn’t work…… Susana was still afraid and nervous. “ Ok Susana just go to bed and everything will be alright.” Susana told herself calmly. So she went to bed in her little shelter that she made………. Suddenly Susana woke up, she could’ve sworn she’d heard a sound. “Stay calm.” She thought in her head. She heard another sound, and another, AND ANOTHER! It sounded like something was scratching and roaring so loud Susana couldn’t hear herself think! She panicked so much, and she didn’t want to wake up the workers. So what did she do; she ran away, far, far away. She didn’t know how, where, who, or why she was just running for her life. Then, she stopped and she didn’t know where she was. She did not see signs or anything. So she starts freaking out, panicking, screaming until she

“ You are correct Rainsford, we will leave tonight when the sun is down and the moon is high.” “We” thought Rainsford to himself why must the general--. The other sailors trapped in that moldy, dark dungeon underneath Zaroff's house. He would never allow me to free them.

prehistoric animals, were being levitated by pulley rigs, reminiscent of a macabre ceremony requiring witch's incense.

I press my face against the icy cold window. I watch one by one the snowflakes fall in the moonlight. I can tell it’s Christmas time even though nobody here says anything about it. It’s as if the ward tries to drag us away from any traditions a normal person would do. I think about the Christmases I spent with my kids.

Driving back to my Grandma's had become the norm due to the lack of wi-fi at my house and minor, yet constant disagreements between my stepfather and I. Owning a gray Jetta that sparkled once it hit sunlight, had an aux cord to play music that changed as much as my mood, and worked perfectly fine filled me with gratitude every time I started up its engine. On May 11 my dismal playlist blared from the partially rolled down windows in the car as a few humble tears rolled down my cheeks. This day pressed hard on my chest knowing my biological father should have turned another year older, not stuck at a young 32. Life happens and you have to keep going; however, I could have never predicted singing "If I die young" by The Band Perry and having

Mother kisses the top of Clem's head and calls for Dad to bring her school. He sets his newspaper down and gets up. He walks over to me and kisses me on the forehead and grabs my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. This is an odd gesture to me seeing as affection is not necessarily allowed in our city. Apparently it is a form of self-indulgence, which is frowned upon in Rauhallinen.

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

When he woke up he was laying naked on the sand. He couldn't remember his name or where he came from... Nothing. As he tried to stand his legs shook and it hurt, but he could. Sand surrounded him for miles. Looking around he tried to find something that could help him remember, a small empty syringe was all he found.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

Why was he the only one left there? Was it because he had taken so long to check and see what was going on? Could he have stopped whatever had happened from happening if he had decided to go outside earlier? Why was he even worrying? He didn’t even know what had just happened. The barking and the vans could have meant absolutely nothing, but the absence of people on his street? There seemed like no reason to be but he was scared. He just stood there at the doorstep of the last house that he visited, frozen, like a deer in the headlights. He didn’t move, he just thought. His mind was racing and he couldn’t say why. He kept thinking for many minutes when he heard something that was behind him. It was the door of the house just across the street from where he stood, to his surprise, it

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

The trek from Abertawe home had taken longer than expected. One of the injured men needed to stop and have his broken rib re-dressed by Merlin, and the young man got sick from the pain. They'd had to slow the pace after that, and as such, King Arthur's army did not cross the border into the Lower Town until well after the middle of the night. Normally, residents lined the streets to welcome knights home from battle, but this time, the streets remained silent. However, the people had left candles and lanterns outside to illuminate the steep path to the castle. To Percival, that act had been just as meaningful as waving banners; it was a way to guide them all home.

The group concluded that, at nearly five-past, the gnats would have to go hungry and they filed out of the booth. They slipped past Evan without much more than a cursory word-- whether the presence of two known staff members assuaged him or it was just in his nature to be completely unperturbed by a quintet of off-the-clock individuals stepping confidently past the Employees Only sign was unclear.

It was 6:00 p.m. and I had been studying for a few hours to prepare for a test the next day in accounting, and it was time for a break. After walking around idly, getting a drink, and clearing my mind, I headed for the stairs. My study area was in the basement where it was private and quiet. However, my wife distracted me and I lost my balance as I turned; my foot slipped off the top step. Time felt as though it had instantly slowed, and I was airborne. Instinctively, my right arm went up to protect my head and face as I fell backward, and my other arm reached out to stop the rapid descent; but, there was nothing but air to hold.