Oneshot Ideas Novels & Stories

But then I thought about Melvin, "will he miss me when I'm gone or will he just forget me like I never existed" When I thought about Melvin forgetting me, my heart felt tight and I was about to cry again. I just slumped down to the ground and squatted behind a large green tree, most of its leave were still greenish unlike the rest of the other trees that were around me, I looked up at the sky and the sun had already set, it was getting dark and in a few minutes, the sky was already dark and the moon had risen, As I squat behind the tree, I rested my head on my knees, I folded my arms to cover my head, I was feeling so sad, alone and it was cold,

It was a miracle! Eallric's brain swapped images in his heads rapidly like a pack of cards being shuffled - from young, naive soldiers as strong as three white stallions being injected with the Pathogen Enhancers, to the soldiers slumping and dying - perhaps coughing out blood and with an intense migraine - a few hours later, for the only reason that they love their country. “Isn't there any other way the government can tackle those - creatures and keep us safe without losing soldiers?”

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

Don't think for a second that my mind has changed from what I said earlier" Mr McArthur said to Jones. " Sir , with all due respect Ive got no idea of what you talking about" Jones said pretending so he couldn't get angry. " I really know your type!!, Amanda's Dad said to Jones. " you know my type, you mean b- black!" Jones said. " Sir you know nothing about me, you watch the news and the show just one percent of the badly behaved, bad examples out there and you let that paint everybody, I'm not the statistics, and sir you shouldn't be so quick to judge, I've got good intentions for your daughter." Jones was bold to tell Mr McArthur.