Houdini's Short Story

One day,there were 3 boys me, Joe, and Jake. It was 2:00 AM, at my house, we were hungry. So, we decided to go to, “The Old store.” It didn’t really have a name. It had been there for hundreds of years. Our Mom and Dads had told us to not go to the house even if they had good food.

“Permission granted, Lydia,” Chandler approved the Prudent Sleuth’s response, much to her relief. “You and my wife should try to stay far away from trouble while searching for any valuable Intel. As far as we are concerned, we still don’t know if they have a fatal ace up their sleeves.”

Houdini became famous by performing magic tricks and escaping handcuffs, shackles, prisons, etc. Everyone wanted to be like him so much that they started to copy his tricks and even his name. So, to stay famous and to stand out from all the other escape artists he made his tricks even larger and even more dangerous. An example of one of his dangerous escapes is when he was locked in a large milk can shaped container filled with water while handcuffed. After three minutes he emerged from the milk can alive.

On one cold winter 's morning Bethany woke up to the most familiar sound “beep beep beep”. She pulled herself out of bed and rolled her feet into worn out pink slippers she had gotten five years ago for christmas. She dragged herself to the white bathroom where most of her tears would be shed and then lead herself darkest closet full of black and got dressed for the day. She had to remember to wear long sleeves to hide the scars that brought her the most daunting thoughts. She then had straightened the hair that most people envied to have. After all that she had to drag herself up the stairs that seemed so

"Stop what, I'm not touching ya." Carlos laughed and pressed his hips into her ass, allowing the girl to feel the thick bulge of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. "Not yet. Ya really think Jimmy's not gonna let us fuck you, you don't know Jimmy, and I can't wait to bury my cock in that tight, little cunt of yours." Keeping his voice low enough to be inaudible to the others, the Hispanic tightened his grip on the girl and slid one hand up to briefly squeeze a breast as his gaze slid to his companions. First, to Jimmy, to ensure he hadn't noticed his little infraction with Alyssa, then to Duane.

The Alibi Room was the bar where he met her, the love of his life. It was dark, small, and a nice place to get away. From the chipped wooden bar set to the chairs with scratched red cushions on them, and the always playing jukebox. This bar was memorable not only for him, but also for his family as well.

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

“Here’s to the best chemist the lab could have hoped for.” He glanced sidelong at Erica and grinned, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You’ll blow them away with another brilliant solution as usual,” he said, bringing the drink to his lips. Returning the grin, Erica started to raise the cup to her lips, then paused and frowned, staring intently at the ground. Pressing her free hand firmly against the dirt at the edge of the blanket, she felt the ground shiver and then saw small pebbles and rock chips vibrate.

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

One by one they stopped their singing to cry and embrace one another; they never finished the hymn.

The Alibi Room is the bar where he met her, the love of his life. It was dark, small, and a nice place to get away. The brown wooden bar set, to the chairs with the red cushions on them, and the always playing jukebox. This bar is memorable not only for him but for my family as well.

"Hello Sherlock," Jim said from the darkness, down at Sherlock as he was picking himself up off of the damp concrete floor.

unsavory suddenly began brushing the epsom salts off one of his shoulders with his hand he did it ostentatiously slapping the shoulder quite hard and saying at the time in a rather loud voice ruddy dandruff i'm fed up with it do any of you fellers know a good cure try coconut oil one said bay rum and cantharides another said a tea planter from assam called unsworth said take my word for it old man youve got to stimulate the circulation in the scalp and the way to do that is to dunk your hair in cold water every morning and keep it there for five minutes then dry vigorously you've got a fine head of hair at the moment but you'll be as bald as a coot in no time if you don't cure that dandruff you do as i say old man unsavory did indeed have a fine head of black hair so why in the world should he have wanted to pretend he had dandruff when he had not thanks a lot old man unsavory said i'll give it a go see if it works it work unsworth told him my grandmother someone said did she have dandruff when she combed her hair unsworth said it looked like it was snowing for the hundredth time i told myself that they were all totally and incurably dotty every one of them but i was beginning to think now that unsavory might beat them all to it i sat there staring into my beer and trying to figure out why he should go around trying days later i had the answer it was early evening we were moving slowly through the suez canal and it was hotter than ever it was my turn to dress first for

Jonah was driving down the old road one late night when he experienced one of the most terrifying events in his life. He probably should have listened to his roommates stories. If he did, none of this would have happened. He would have realized that his roommate isn’t all that crazy after all.

Here I am, sound asleep when, “AHHHHHHHH!”. Of course, anything could and would wake me up since the street benches aren’t very comfortable, but this was different. Eventually, the scream was followed by what sounded like people sprinting. Of course, I got up and started looking around. While there are normally sirens or the occasional bark of a dog, there isn’t a ton of noise around here at this time. I can’t see much because of it being early and how dark it is, but I can see well enough to tell that there were about 3 shadowy figures running down the street, chasing after someone. It all happens so fast. Before I know it, one of the figures is on the ground, pinned by someone, and another is on a phone calling someone. Police maybe? Yep. Definitely police. They were here almost immediately and were already loading the one on the ground into the cop car.