Fiction

“Margot, you’re so annoying! You’re like a fussy baby!” Max bickered. “Why do you always talk about the sun? Nobody likes you!” I turned at Max. I looked at him sincerely. “The sun is coming out today.. I know it---” “NO!” Max yelled furiously. “It’s never coming out! What don’t you understand, you little…. Hey everyone, let’s lock her in the closet!“ All of my classmates began swarming around me, like angry yellow jackets. “No, please, no!” I screamed loudly at them. Instead of putting me…

Fthew. The ringing of the gunshots were still fresh in my ears as the bullets whizzed by my head. I was about ready to pass out from exhaustion, mainly because I had been running for the last five minutes at almost a full sprint and, to be honest, I never got higher than a B- in gym. I breathed a sigh of relief as I noticed a store with a door open, most of the buildings I’d passed were foreclosed and chained shut. Quickly I made a turn into the building and hurried to the second floor in an…

In a dull and dusty gray cubical, a lonely man rubs his exhausted eyes. He looks around at his dimly lit name plate that staunchly read “Stanly”. The name seemed so dull to him, and he blamed his mother for the daily reminder of his bleak life. The computer seemed to be the only substance of light in the dark little box he worked. Tired and bone weary Stanly began shutting his computer down packing his briefcase with the seemingly useless papers on his desk. He didn’t even have to think about…

Amaimon seemed to begin relaxing, which was good. The calmer the other was the safer he would be. "I missed you too, today was so very long. I am happy to be home and see you again," he felt like a broken record. Amaimon was repeating himself, almost childishly, pleadingly and so he repeated his little lies back. Amaimon still seemed sad though and it put him on edge to be completely honest. Yet he hid it as best he could and it became easier when the other leaned against him. Those words were…

I glance over my shoulder, feet harshly striking the concrete like a drum. I clutch the purse with the contraband close to my chest; my face tilted down to obscure the undeniable guilt scribbles across my face. I swerve through the throng of people, praying that my uncanny ability to go unnoticed in a crowd does not abandon me at this crucial moment. "Excuse me, miss." A deep voice echoes off the concrete walls. I whirl around and see an officer with his arms crossed standing in an alleyway. My…

The breeze that flows from the window prickles at my skin causing goosebumps. It licks at my arms sending shivers through my body. The wind suddenly lets out a howl pretending to be in pain. Pretending to act hurt. I almost thought for a second that an animal sat outside yelling in pain at a recent battle wound because no one would truly accept it, so instead they pushed them away. Again a cold hand reaches out and sends me into a fit of shivers. I rub my arms trying to bring the warmth back to…

Penelope set her shaking fingertips against the edge of the table and broke her gaze “Why wasn’t I informed about this? My family could be in danger.” Cleo brushed her off with a semblance of nonchalance “I told you, we already have professionals watching out for them.Your family is completely safe. As I said, the foremen agreed to keep you in the dark just until Ava returned and now that she has you are being brought in on all of this.” Penelope focused on timing her breaths “I should have been…

Chat Noir’s manor stood high and mighty under the pale moonlight. Marinette looked confusingly at Alya because the manor was silent like one of those black and white films she loved to watch at the petting pantry. “So this place is the Sockdollager?” Marinette piqued with a hint of disappointment. “Don’t worry, this is just a facade for the human's eyes.” Alya replied with a hint of a twinkle in her radiant hazel eyes. Alya dragged Marinette to the front gate before she put her wand out.…

Shafts of light shot through the windows on the otherwise still night, neatly silhouetting Dean and Rob in the front seats. Jack watched them, silently tracing their shadows from the backseat. The only sound was the humming of the engine, a gentle serenade to the void outside their car. He supposed this quiet was, in part, due to the circumstances they’d found themselves in. “So,” Rob murmured from his place behind the wheel, “who wants to pick up the gasoline?” He’d pulled the car up…

To most people, Timberview seemed like your normal town. It had a few markets, a police station, a hospital, a fire department, and everything else you would expect. You would think Timberview was all happy and stuff, but only the townsfolk knew what Timberview really was. Every year, the population slowly decreased because of how crime-filled Timberview was. For over a year, it hadn’t changed a bit other than the fact that every thief or robber had been caught. This was because of the almighty…