This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night. Our residential neighborhood held a collection of gentrified townhouses with their window boxes a riot of summer blooms, and fragrant grassy parks sitting quietly behind wrought iron fences. Crime was rare here. Mr. Pachenko owned the corner food mart one block down. For a moment I foolishly thought about pressing myself against …show more content…
Pachenko couldn’t hold it in a moment longer. He burst up the small set of porch stairs, his portly body pushing between the officers. “I tole you I wasna gonna put up wit dis,” he said, poking his finger at my chest although he was still two feet from me. “Dis last time. Something be done now.” The older officer gently maneuvered the shop keeper back down the steps. “Sir,” he admonished, “let us handle this. Let us do our job.” Mr. Pachenko held his ground on the first stair. “Yes, yes. Do job. Yes. Is good.” He shook a fist in the air aimed at no one in particular. “Is two times already dis week. She need be punished.” His words fell like marbles in a jar, sharp and harsh. “Mr. Pachenko,” I pleaded, “it’s only a few Slim Jims. Let me pay for them.” “Dat is not issue,” he retorted. His accent became thicker as his irritation rose. “She have no respect, no manners. She come in store, look me straight in eye, grab bunch of Slim Jims and before I get around counter, she is running down street.” Embarrassment crept up my neck hot and red. “She just loves those things,” I said lamely. “Is that all she takes?” said the older cop. “That’s it.” I looked down at Mr. Pachenko. “Why don’t you put them behind the counter where she can’t reach
He rolled his eyes and keep eating his cereal. Demaris was wearing a pair of low sagging pants, a sweatshirt and a ball cap that day. If you didn’t know him he could have passed as a drug dealer. Even with his scary looks he took care of me, especially when I didn’t ask for it. As I opened the door Demaris yelled,
Waking up, it was the first time in months I haven't had a dream or memory. It made me nervous, but I shrugged it off. Boston. He was the one person on my mind. So many questions and yet no answers.
The boy’s eyes were half open, yet everything he saw was opaque: a shadow by his bed, and a drop of sunshine from the window. He just simply laid there, with no words, and even no emotions. Slowly, his eyelids lifted upwards, like a giant stone being lifted up by many strong men. His eyes were finally open, the eyes full of drowsiness and confusion.
"What are you doing?" She asked me her arms crossed over her chest. "Well I think I have a extra or two?" I said not really paying attention to her. "Hey! Bitch! You listening to me-" She stopped talking when I pulled out a box of pocky.
Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over
Almost instantly, River picked up his feet, sprinting faster and faster through the large crowds of people. A wide grin on his lips as he held the bread in his mouth still, cascading down the busy roads, avoiding cars and people along the way. A few of the pedestrians tried to even help the officer behind him by grabbing the white-haired perp. However, it seemed the boy's lightning fast reflexes resulted in them missing every time. With only a few who grazed his hoodie barely.
One stormy night there was this house in the middle of the of the woods and, three boys who were about to have the night of their life. James and his friends Cameron and Francisco they were hanging out in the living room when a crash of thunder shook the house and knocked out the power and, scared all of them. The only thing could see was darkness until they remember their phones and turned on their flashlight and use it for light.
James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to
“Why are you making so many sandwiches?” Tia asked as she rudely sat on top of my kitchen counter, while rudely eating one of my pink ladies. “And why can’t I have one?”
She pushed away from the door and followed, her stomach twisting with each step. Upon reaching the door, she knocked, feather light.
At the beginning of time, there existed one realm. In it there lived happiness and anguish, joy and pain, and success and failure. These emotions and characteristics were deep and rich. From this world emerged 2 beings, Masculum and Femina, born unto opposite sides in this vast world. The man was found among valleys and mountains, in a land of physical hardship and immense trials of strength and agility. He was forced to be strong in body, and aggressive, as wild animals and plant life sought to destroy him to eradicate his superior form. The woman was born in a land among clever serpentine creatures, foraging beasts, and changing landscapes that required quick thinking. Thus, the attributes of men and women were formed.
There was rain later that afternoon, and when we stepped out of the hospital, passing carriages sprayed water all over the sidewalks. Dusty didn’t say anything until we got home, soaked in water.
“You are very hungry! Should I have my mama bring you some more?” She laughed back.
“Really, you think I would take orders from a puny person like you? Ugh!” Kelly said.
"Wouldn't want her in my house." How rude, am I right? I see the brown hair boy glance at me before he left