Short Story : ' Damn ! '

James is completely alone on the open road. Everyone in his life is gone: his parents, wife, and siblings. He picks up a picture of Thomas, his brother and best friend, admiring his curly hair and warm smile and bright eyes. Near him, James felt like a kid, like a dog ready to play with its friends. Five years ago, Thomas walked home from the supermarket when a flashy car exploded out of the corner and knocked him over, never getting him on his feet again. A part of James also never got back up that day, or any day after the incident for

This particular gang and the members in it protect each other like family. That being said, one of the female gang members had spent two days looking for the two teenagers. She ended up finding them in the City for Palm Springs in a vacant lot. Upon her arrival she took out a firearm and fired multiple rounds at the two teenagers. One of the boys was hit in the shoulder while the other was struck in the throat.

Click, the car was locked. Kreios was in a sauna like box. The heat was flashing at him, causing him to feel weak and incapable. It felt like ten minutes before the two men slammed their doors shut and collapsed inside. The crinkle of the radio echoed to Kreios’ back seat; sounding like a paper crushing into a tight ball. The ride wasn’t long. Only five minutes. Though, the building the teenager approached didn’t seem friendly, it had a bad

I scratched at my forearms, itching for another fix. The light from my phone illuminated my face as I checked my text messages from my dealer, hoping soon he would be at the meeting place, cause I was cold. The wind whipped at my face as I walked up to the abandoned hotel where I was told to meet. The hotel had been standing alone for almost a hundred years now and was completely deserted other than occasional junkie or homeless person that milled about. People in this town barely even knew it was here anymore, everyone had moved on into a more industrial age and forgot about the history hiding in the shadows. The door creaked loudly as I opened it, the sound echoing through the pitch black halls. I switched on the flashlight on my phone and

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

The story “Shout” focuses on the conversation, a man who just finished working and his wife at their home. They had three boys, which are seven, four, and almost two. One day, after he returned home, due to the hot weather (a hundred and five) and pressure from work, he shouted to his wife and he felt impatient about his children. As a result, they felt sorry about each other and they were soon reconciled. Life is short, we should treasure it with our family and friends on a limit time.

It was a dark and gloomy Friday night. Shmee was driving home with his friend, Bob Lagonda, after working for a couple hours than usual at the only McDonalds in the area for 15 miles. While they were on the way to Bob’s house, they noticed something in their rearview mirror, a small car just behind them. After 25 minutes of twists and turns, both notices that that same car was right behind them for just way too long. Then suddenly in the loneliness of

The constant jostling of the RV under her feet kept her awake, even when the sun set low in the Ohio skies, even when the long expanse of highway began to feel like a mattress. Soft snoring from the old husky lying in the passenger’s seat drifted through the muggy vehicle, and Robin felt like doing the same. A black, leather-bound journal was wedged beneath her leg, within reach in case they passed something interesting, like a particularly furry dog or a mildly amusing road sign.

Approaching, gliding my hand over the warm hood of the engine, feeling the texture of the minutely grainy forest green paint against my fingers tip, thinking “Hello my friend “. Stepping back, admiring the impeccable hand-crafted machine with tinted windows that are almost as dark as the midnight sky, with 15-inch tires and black stretch free rims. Clicking that rubber button to unlock the dent free door, it greets me with a loud honking two beeps. Climbing into the soft black leather driver’s seat, I am washed into that familiar feeling- a warm hug from an old friend. I began to tingle with excitement and the anticipation of what new adventures could await. Being inside feels like being in a different world. My imagination starts to wonder

Mitch makes the pedal hit the metal as they flew across the freeway. Melanie was sleeping on the shoulder of Lydia as Cathy looked out of the window. Lydia heard a soft flutter of the lobe bird’s wings and she stares at the cage like they are about to attack. The birds started to sing their song gets louder and louder until behind them Cathy sank in her seat. She slowly sits up to look again and what she say was real she screams “No!!! They are coming behind us! Hurry!” but they could out run the flock of birds.

Lucas felt a sharp pain as he began to move, ringing can still be heard in his ears. He clings himself against a sturdy boulder as he steadily pulls himself up. His legs trembled beneath him, sending him falling on the asphalt under him. He digs his fingers into the scorching hot asphalt and crawls his way out, growing hotter by the minute. Just as he managed to crawl away, a hard object hits him, knocking him out unconscious, as footsteps can be heard gradually getting louder, and louder by the second, when it all stopped.

I impatiently inspected my watch, 10:12, we didn’t have much time, the Morrison family was due to be back at 11:00, tonight was the only night this week we could do this job and we had to hurry. I looked around nervously, the black sky above seemed to be pressing down on us, the moon a giant haning spotlight illuminating everything, the woods, the cabin and us. Everything was silent except for the wind, and I began to get the eerie feeling of being watched, “Bert co-” I started again but then there was a sudden succession of quiet clicks and the large wooden door of the cabin swung open. “You were saying?” Bert grinned as he stowed his tools into his bag, “Finally,” I breathed and quickly made my way into the cabin Bert close behind.

he industrial SUV tumbled down and lumbered up the hills, bouncing on the rocky dirt trail carved through the jungle. The towering treetops darkened the world in shade. A thicket of bushes and grasses covered the forest floor. Mossy vines swung overhead from tree to tree. Every five miles, the vehicle drove past a pay phone in a splintering wooden box staked on a rusty metal pole. Every five miles, the phone gave a tinny, hammering ring.

The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the

“Damn, the ass on her,” Yaz expressed, as she waved down a light skin D cup, with curly hair and a fat ass.