After months of hiding, I'm back in the Hollow. I can sense that Quinn has been here. I can smell it. A figure appears out of nowhere, questioning me with a southern accent. A vampire. "What do you want?" He asked me after I told him I was looking for Quinn. "Help." I stared.

I ran down the street, the police cars zooming behind me. My entire body is covered in blood. Everything was just okay. Until. . .Until his head exploded, splashing blood on anyone around him. A police officer grabbed my arms, shouting. I cried. A 23 year and old and I'm crying.

Regret. He is regretful. At this moment, I regret. He wiped away the tears and leaned close to me. His breath stung my lips as we both sat there waiting for something to happen. “Dylan. I. . .” Before I could do anything more, his lips were softly pressing against mine.

Había una vez un señor que vivía en una montaña.

Listening just to hear, and too soon drawing near, a howl amidst the sky, the prey watchful and hunter sly, a drone humming or a passer-by, soon we will all know why. Tonight is the night we must decide, will we hang tight or will we ride? The stranger waited and in came the tide

The letter wrote “Dear friends”. “As much as i want to live in this life of happiness, the stress of a thousand things that i do that people would always misunderstood me for has come back to bury itself deep inside of my head again. The stress of a thousand memories that came

Today came faster than I thought that it would. Noah and Jackson packed the very last box into the moving truck and chatted while I sat in the passenger seat of Jackson's K-5. Jackson must have seen my anxiety, because he waved Noah off and sat in the truck beside me.

I miss them. . .Lulu and Jackson have been gone for six whole months. There have been so many storms. I hate storms. Usually, Jackson and Lulu will comfort me, but I'm alone. Maybe I deserve this. Jackson's voice rang in my ear. "How have you been, D?" He asked.

A man held Eirin against the wall with her hands, pulling at her shirt. She tried pushing him away, but he was too strong. He held one hand over her mouth just as she was about to call for help. Tears poured down her face, begging for someone to help her.

"Where's Kyle... He's gutted by me... He's my boyfriend... He left me ... He gave me his cloak... He's my friend... He abused me... He's half-naked... He's tied... I'm going to save him, Angler" The gills were opening... closing... opening... closing

After finding himself isekai'd into a version of Earth where dinosaurs lived alongside humans, John still had bad luck thanks to the dino-god of unluckiness. Case-in-point: he was now face-to-face with another person in his house who claimed that HE was John. Identity theft.

He tried putting me into bed, but I groaned, telling him I wasn't tired. "What's the problem?" He finally asked, huffing at me. "I. . Don't want to miss you. I mean, you're being deployed and leaving in the morning. That's the earliest you've ever left before." I sniffled.

I sat on the ground, watching stars burn out. Tears flowed down my face as a small dog ran over to me. "Hello there. What's your name?" I asked, looking around for someone to claim the dog. I pulled my sleeves over my hands, slightly panicking. "Do you have a home?"

It was a dark night and Mr.J was still out. I had been eyeing him for three days now, but found nothing. There was just nothing special about the guy. He worked 9 to 5, always went to the same bar and came home early. But tonight was different. He was doing something in the park.

Miya never thought in all of her life that she would be dragging her boyfriend down into this dark hallway. He'd hit her too many times to count. "What is this all about, Miya?" He touched her lower back, she smacked his hand. "Enough." She waited for the angler. 'For kyle' . . .

He opened the doors and the smell of tobacco immediately filled his nostrils. Alex didn’t care for casinos but he loved money, and this was the only place where he could make the switch. Amidst the flashing lights and music emerged a hooded figure with a glowing red cigar.

Eirin screamed while tears ran down her face. 'Help...Please'. Another nightmare. She gets these often. James was asleep beside her, but didn't hear her. What a heavy sleeper. Her nails dug into her arms as she continued screaming. Only now did James wake up. (what does he do?)

Now that those initial silly days of food fights and the 3 minute rule were over with, it was time for the boring prison escape arc. Mainly because the new regime made a new rule where every prisoner has to participate in a death game once a year, and that doesn't sound very fun.

I was thrown into a prison cell, with cuffs around my hands and toes. I kept screaming that writing satire was not a crime, but the police were having none of it.

Mr. Madness invented a tachyon machine that allowed him to travel backwards in time. Little did he know that now he was stuck experiencing the past as his future, walking and talking backwards as he was stuck doing things in a reverse-way. He now longed to be free of this curse.

“I don’t want Gary on my team,” I said to my boss. “He takes his meetings from the gym, it’s disgusting!” “But he’s our top sales performer and we’re not making our numbers!” said my boss. “Fine,” I said. “Under one condition …”

Now class, today we’re going to be learning about 7th normal form. In order for our data to be in the 7th normal form, it must already be in the 6th normal form and have every perceivable column as a separate table. Blah blah blah the teacher’s words faded away. “Psst! Let’s go!”

As she unwrapped each gift, Tessa thought about Carlos, and all the things that led to this exquisite wedding shower. How had she—a barista from Albuquerque—ended up in the lap of luxury?

I pushed the mop back and forth slowly as I circled near the door for a third time. I eyed the lock. They should’ve known better than assigning a former locksmith to mop in the prison laundry. That door was all I could think about now.

Or so I think my father thought. I wouldn't know exactly because that was the last time we all saw him. He knew he was risking his life out there, but when he promised me that he'd be back, he looked like he really meant it. Or maybe it's because I believed him that I broke down.

Never leave a container of mint balls next to a witch's cauldron. But the trick to this is, what exactly is a witch? When I first came across this warning, I avoided every kitchen of every woman senior citizen that I came across. I even avoided my grandma. But a witch is nothing

Maybe it was the length of time I’ve spent in the silence of space, but music has meant a lot to me these last 5 years. I’d gotten used to only hearing my own breath and cursing inside my helmet, no matter how much damage my blaster did. Music helped. Time for some Hendrix.

Grind the beans until they turn as smooth as sand in an hourglass. Pull the lever until the water streams down in an iridescent cascade. Pour the mixture from the pot into the cup elegantly and with a cold expression. Hope that you're not pretty. That is how you survive as a maid

It had been eleven months to the day since the storms first began. Most cities were but flattened piles of crumbling brick and rotting wood. People—those who survived—lived in small shanty tent collectives under highway overpasses. My sister Gwen and I had found an empty trailer

How do you know if you’re crazy? What if you’re actually on to something you’re not supposed to know, and being labeled “crazy” is just a way to bully you into submission? Layla peered between the slats of the blinds at the black car parked outside, its tinted windows hiding