Short Story: A Trip To The Mckinley Hall

“But indeed, at that time, putting to death was a recipe much in vogue with all trades and professions, and not least of all with Tellson’s. Death is Nature’s remedy for all things, and why not the Legislation’s? Accordingly, the forger was put to Death; the utterer of a bad note was put to Death; the unlawful opener of a letter was put to Death; the purloiner of forty shillings and sixpence was put to Death; the holder of a horse at Tellson’s door, who made off with it, was put to Death; the coiner of a bad shilling was put to Death; the sounders of three-forths of the notes in the whole gamut of Crime, were put to Death” (39).

When Booker pushed open the warehouse door the following morning, he found the derelict space empty. Confused, he glanced at his watch. At just past quarter to eight, Tom was late, and the dark-haired officer couldn’t help but wonder if he would show up at all. His harsh words the previous night had obviously impacted negatively on his friend, however, he still wasn’t sure what he could say to take the hurt away. He wasn’t proud of his actions, and he deeply regretted his disparaging remarks, especially because his target was a man who lacked confidence. After their altercation, he’d sought solitude in a bottle of whiskey, but his guilt had only escalated as he struggled to make sense of his feelings. It was then he had started to wonder if he really was a bully who got off on other people’s pain.

There was an eerie silence as she walked down the corridor. Click clack click clack.. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the walls. She glanced out the window, the clouds were rolling in a deep black front. The trees were contorting from the wind, flashes of lightning illuminate her face. Those soft, caring eyes, and gorgeous brown hair. The epitome of perfection. She quickly pulls herself away from the window, she can't be distracted. Not now. Patient 13 had escaped and she was the only staff in. tick.. tick.. tick.. tick.. Time was running out, she had to find the patient before the storm hit. She had checked every floor except for this one; floor #2. Something seemed different about this floor to her. There was something off. There was no humming of equipment like there would normally be. Just silence. Rooms 210-224 were empty and untouched. All the sheets

Hurried footsteps could be heard just outside the door. A concerned voice could be heard, “Captain, what happened? We heard the commotion outside.”

I did not know my acquaintances personally, being that we all met through the employment registers at Centerlink. The punishments for my confrères were meticulously, and unnecessarily sinister. One was sentenced to death by mutilation, that being Ruben Monfils, which I didn’t mind as he had a large izzard on his forehead. Two others, the masked banditos, Lawrence and Mr. Découpage, had been given hemlock. The intention of the Grenadian jury was for them to die by the cicutoxin in the plant. They achieved death, but not how the quietus intended: Lawrence contracted an allergic reaction and choked to death, whereas Mr. Découpage refused the drink, and after leaving the courtroom, was hit by a Stout Scarab. Another of the helpless accused, Myron, acquiesced in partaking in the wrongdoing, being

McKinley was the embodiment of a junior partner at Hardwood & Rearin Attorneys-at-Law. McKinley had this puppy-eyed expression, as he suckled Mr Hardwood’s eleven inch cock. McKinley lapped his talented teasing tongue around Hardwood’s purple headed cock slit.

“His feet were bare and grotesquely misshapen. His ankles were thickly scarred; they were caked and scabbed with dried blood. Fresh, bright blood trickled in narrow rivulets across his feet. It all  came from the raw, festering skin infested and dripping around the metal

The arrival of the town’s carnival meant two things: summer was coming to an end and school was starting up again. While Ryder would normally groan at the thought that his summer vacation was ending, it was kind of bittersweet this time. After all, he was entering his last year of high school and it would be the last time that he would walk down the halls of McKinley High. It was crazy to think that he would be graduating in just a couple of months and despite the fact that he was pretty stoked to move on with his life, he couldn’t help but be a little scared too. He knew he couldn’t dwell on it too much though, which is why he had to make the most of his senior year, while trying to keep his grades up.

“She ran pass that way and up the stairs…” He never finishes as the men take off, running again in the opposite direction I am. Joy flitters through me. He didn’t turn me in. “You’re welcome!” Flich yells after them, sarcasm thick in his words. Minutes later after the yelling and footsteps died down, the door opens and there stand Flich, holding his side in pain, but a smile is on his face. His face is slightly bruised and swollen.

Monday, October 28th, 1993. This was the day we got caught. Expulsion, suspension, or an 8 hour Saturday. One of these it was my next reality, but which one. “Can Eddie Plant come to the office please.” the assistant principal said over the loudspeakers. I got up out of my chair and walked out of my Math class, and as I walked out I could hear Mr.Simmons laughing. I slowly made my way down the hall to eventually to be staring at a door that read ’guidance office’.

18th July 2015, I went back to Heaton Hall. I went back, to where my school friend, Jeannie Nelson, had been murdered.

He tried to call out to Io, tried to beg him for help, but he couldn’t. Strings of words wove themselves together above his head, but refused to make any sense. Someone stripped him; someone else stuck something to his forehead and chest, arms and legs. A dot of pain in his hand felt like an IV.

The largest factor during the deliberation process was the consideration of this mission. Throughout the deliberations, the panel made sure that its sanctions were educational and did not come out as punitive. This particular student had previously broken the Code of Conduct with regards to alcohol, which affected the sanctions. While making sure not to assign the same educational sanctions, the panel considered the student’s impact to the University community. By doing so, the panel decided to suspend the student in order to give an educational impact and to ensure the well being of the community as a whole. Moreover, the panel adopted other educational measures including community service and an essay that would also aid in the development of the student. Throughout this process, the panel considered every aspect of the sanctions and the convenience of the requirement to the student. Nevertheless, the panel was indeed influenced by the values of the University Judiciary while taking these measures and considerations to ensure the wellbeing of the student and the rest of the University community. Even though the student was not present for the hearing, the hearing process continued in the manner that it would have with the

The executioner stood over the man--his axe raised over his head, ready to strike. The man under the axe was unmistakably too calm to be someone who was about to be executed. The man got in his slaying stance, and he was ready to strike when two arrows simultaneously flew through both of his eyes, splattering a dark crimson red liquid all over the calm man and the plaza, as well as sending the plaza into a state of utter panic, chaos, and general pandemonium, save for the man who still had his same cool, calm, and collected expression and seemed completely unfazed by the fact that two arrows had just shot through someone’s eyes and he just looked forward as if nothing had happened. He was dressed in fine clothing made of silk, which had been made dirty from him being dragged around by the men to where he was supposed to be executed. Immediately, forty riflemen looked around them to no avail. Seeing as someone stealthy that they couldn’t do anything about wanted the man alive, the soldiers decided to tell their commander that one of them found his body down by a riverbank surrounded by a dozen wolves. Having agreed upon this story, they left the scene and put the body in the riverbank. Once the soldiers had left, a shadowy figure with a cloak which was a color darker than death’s hand as it wraps itself around your skin, around your throat, completely nullifying any ability to breathe, completely annihilating any traces of your existence, came out from the wood’s brush. At

First of all, I would like to thank all of you for help so far in supporting our second annual McKinley Week. My primary purpose for creating this fun & unique spirit week type annual event was to encourage all the kids to learn (and hopefully remember!) something about the 25th President after which their school was named.