A Short Story Of Jeremy Thomass

He clenched his outstretched hand around the severed lips, recalling the lurid scene from which they had come. The blood that likely still slunk from step to step ... the pearly white, up-rolled eyeballs....

to give her the best life that he possible can. In Chicago, the family finds that life in America is not as

He lay crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, enmeshed in his garments, blood, and darkness. Only the purplish light created by each resounding boom of thunder cast light upon his hunched body. Thoughts rebounded back and forth in the skull of Brother Malcolm: “Agh, the agony I declare, the outjutting bone of my spine spars into the harsh rocky floor.”

“What is wrong with you,” she said hastily. “Do you not know what this is? It’s a burger. BUR-GER.” she said, over pronouncing the syllables. She seemed to have had no patience with Lela.

It was the first Monday of the summer and she had nothing better to do than lay around and sleep. All of her friends went out of state for the summer while she stayed at home. Her best friend Taylor had wanted her to tag along with her family to New York, but there was no way Nadia's father would allow her to go. He was very strict.

The tears ran down his tan skin, but his eyes held no emotions. As the door shut with a loud thud,he moved away from my cell and stood stiff like a toy soldier awaiting its master. As his father sped up he turned the corner, his clothes once clean now had blogs of scarlet blood on his shirt along with his black jeans.

Isaac looked up from the blood on the ground and gripped the rough handle of his spear tighter. The rough stone spearpoint was nicked badly, and covered in dried blood. ‘This thing won’t last much longer.’ I thought. I got up from my crouch after rubbing some of the blood between two fingers. It was still wet, but it looked like it was starting to dry in the intense sunlight. I’m getting closer then.

New York: Sinatra said if you could make it here you could make it anywhere. It was an ever evolving fast paced city and Katherine loved everything about it. She especially loved the fast pace, she moved so fast that she was almost completely blind to her life’s imperfections: her lack of a love life. Most days Katherine believed that she had a perfect life, but then real life came calling, in the form of her mother. This morning she’d gotten up feeling optimistic until she saw her mother’s email, in the subject box: Family Christmas Dinner.

He got behind the wheel of his truck and backed out. He had planned to go to his parent’s house and maybe take a shower because he just couldn’t seem to get the feel of the blood off of him and he needed to change his clothes because they were covered in blood as well.

Alas, but the poor peasants have finally collapsed from lack of food! What shall we do about this, milord?

When she turned around “...he caught me and choked me and took advantage of me.” She then proceeded to identify Mr. Tom Robinson as the man who allegedly raped her.

Blood still streamed down his lip and down his arm where they slashed through his clothes and skin. He pointedly avoid his reflection, his entire face hurt. The dry crack of blood in his hair itched, but he knew if he scratched he’d just cause

Matthew Jacobs was in a hurry as he drove is Gold Aston Martin down State Street. Chicago traffic was so busy this early in the morning and he was getting irritated. He needed to get to his favorite restaurant for his daily breakfast and he was famished from the party he hosted the night before. He had hosted many parties and benefits for various charities and artists, it was part of the billionaire lifestyle and he had an image to uphold. Although with the ladies, he had a great image and reputation for having a tree trunk sized packaged and it made him a bit big headed. He loved bringing home ladies from time to time, showing off his huge 7 bedroom brownstone house. The ladies always begged him for more, but he didn’t ever commit to more

betrayer, let loose a single tear of blood that rolled slowly and precariously down his left cheek as he lifted his head back and screamed.

I stood between the two bodies, looking into their lifeless, glassy eyes. Crimson blood pooled around their stiff bodies. More blood ran down the blade of the knife I clutched in my hand, gathering at the point and slowly dripping on my leg. What had he done?