Richard Wolf: A Short Story

My famous Hoosier is David Wolf. He is famous for going into space four times, one of the first from Indiana.

“Still about three hours, just like when you asked me five minutes ago.”. The annoyance is apparent in her facial expressions. “Please try and sleep, it will be easier to adjust to the time difference if you do.”. She then turns

"My date tonight is with my daughter. That is if Mark decides to show up for his shift."

Blake explained to the homeless guy what the meaning of a book was and how you use a book. The homeless guy said, “I don’t know how to read”. Blake became a little angry and impatient also because he thought that everyone knew how to read in today’s world. Blake asked him, “How old are you”? The homeless guy responded, “I’m 18 years old”; he was only one year older than Blake and he appeared as if he was 20 years old because of his big muscles and his body build. African Americans usually tend to have a bigger body than any other race because of their ancestors and the type of environment that their ancestors lived in. African Americans also have stronger muscles because of biodiversity. Blake finally said, “Would you like to come with us”? The homeless guy said, “Where are you guys going to go”? He said, “We don’t know yet” but we’ll know soon. The homeless guy said, “What”? Then, Blake said, “It’s a long story, come on we’ll tell you the story on the way”. Blake helped the homeless man up on his feet; he was much taller than Blake had thought he was; he looked like he was a basketball player as the majority of African Americans look like. The homeless guy was wearing a black uniform shirt that said, “Red Bulls” on the front. Anyone could’ve easily mistaken the guy for a poor basketball player. He looked like he was rich; as if he had plans; as if he was successful a long time ago. Blake told the guy to sit in the back seat of the car. They got in the car and started driving while the guy was reading the Bible. When the guy entered into the back seat o the car Pedro jumped up in his seat as if terror had struck him. Pedro was Mexican and he thought that all the black people were dangerous because that’s the way he

Police sirens blare in the distance. They are close; too close for comfort, but Lexi has no choice; she has to walk home. Without a car, what was she to do? Call a cab? Ask a friend? Any option besides walking home was burdensome and she couldn’t be bothered with them, so she walked. She had just finished her shift at the Tap House, where she worked as a waitress. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do now was crawl into bed and go to sleep.

Richard Edgar Castle, a famous mystery writer, begins working with the NYPD after a series of murders take place that reflect murders in his books. Castle is well-versed in psychopathic methodologies, and uses them to find the story of many murders that he helps the NYPD solve. Beckett, the officer Castle is shadowing, is a homicide detective that Castle falls in love with. They get married, and continue to solve homicides together. In a normal episode, Castle, Beckett, Esposito, and Ryan solve a homicide together. Within each episode, there is usually a twist that throws the team off the course of one character and down a secret path of the person’s life that led to them being

A woman sits in her home watching television and eating dinner alone. She turns the channel to the nightly news, only to listen to the latest story about a young girl from her area who went missing. The young girl’s fate was too gruesome for the woman who was eating dinner alone, so she thanked the universe that her fate had turned out so much better. After all, she never went to parties with strange men, and she always carried herself in an upright fashion. Except one day all that did not matter, because what had happened to the young girl also happened to her, and worse, from a man she trusted. The woman did not go missing, although, sometimes she wishes she had, because now every man in her life is a reminder that she is not safe. She is now weary when the sun goes down, and worried around unknown corners. She is not alone, women all over the world carry pepper spray, and clutch their keys a little too tightly whenever faced with the task of traveling alone, especially at night.

Mr. Carrione states while his parents lived in Crane’s Mill they depleted most of their funds.

While sitting on his designated airplane seat, he lifted the window shades to catch a glimpse of the world underneath him. The once coral and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black. A tessellation of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark night. Edward Hunt, the most powerful man alive, closed his laptop and rubbed his irritated eyes. His workaholic vibe made him a constant visitor in airports all around the world. Individuals looked up to Edward as an influential person. Yet, the real world never saw Edward’s dark side. Being a politician, in the public eye, the

One evening, Jeffry, a tall and adventurous child, was sleeping soundly, when he suddenly woke up from a nightmare that he had dreamt. Some things that he could remember from his nightmare were that the time was 11:59pm, and the room rapidly increased in warmth, before a masked man ran into his room, and carried him away. Jeffry was grateful that it was all a dream, but when he looked at his watch, the time was 11:57pm, and he heard loud sirens, that were like the sounds of gunfire coming from outside. Although nothing could be barely seen, as it was pitch black, he heard the door of his room suddenly smash open, and saw the shadow of a big, and muscular man who seemed to have a dark mask covering his face. The man with the mask quickly rushed

At 6:00 A.M. on that oddly warm December morning the melody of my phone’s ringtone began to resonate through my bedroom, stirring me from my sleepy state. I do not quite remember answering the phone call, in fact, much of that morning was a blur of images and sounds in my mind. However, I do remember my irregular, strangled breathing as I attempted to dress with clothes I had found crumpled on the wooden floor of my room. Soon, I found myself in a car filled with maddening silence. The car ride was so quiet

The weather man seemed to scare me to the point of no return. I quickly grasped Madeline’s arm and brought her to her bed and laid her down. I reached over to my bed and grabbed my comforter and situated it around her body. Her eyes were still wide like she had seen something frightening. I dimmed the lights and turned the volume on the television up a little louder. I got into my bed and pulled my sheets up. The darkness had gotten to me, it felt like midnight but it was only one in the afternoon. I was so tired. Slowly drifting off, my eyes sealed shut and I fell deep into sleep.

It was a grey and calm night. Desidério Eaton was sitting on his couch with his mother reading his favorite story: The Phantom Tollbooth, when tragedy struck. The wind began to howl and the windows shattered. The young man was scared out of his mind and did not know what to do. His mother grabbed him and held him in her warm embrace shielding him from the falling broken glass. Rain was pouring and lightning repeatedly struck the same place twice. His father rushed in the room with his Tommy gun and prepared to fend off the intruders, but there was only a storm. Desidério watched as his mother and father were swept away by the black winds and repeatedly shocked by the grey lightning. He raced after them as quickly as his eleven year old legs

“Hey Doris, I would love for you to stop by later! I'll be home all afternoon so whenever is fine.” She

“It’s too late.” she replied, “Maybe tomorrow.” This time was different. Freddie didn’t run away again, instead.... he called for Doris. The power shut off at the blink of an eye. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel things flying across the room. There were voices, but there was so much going on that I couldn’t identify where it was coming from. I ran to the basement to flip the switch, but only the dim lights to the basement came on. I opened my eyes to furniture covered in stark white sheets. I could hear whispering, no it was more like